There had been plenty of times Madison had used the image of hell to describe her situation. Every orphanage or foster home she’d been shuffled into was hell through the abuse and lack of care. Being a runaway was hell thanks to having no roof over her head, no warm bed, or consistent food. Living under Ruth’s collar was hell from the sexual torments the bear inflicted upon her, even going as far as to use piercings so no one, not even her, could use her cunt.


After this, if it would ever end, Madison promised never to use hell to describe her situation. None could overshadow what the police chief did to her. 


Hours were spent cramped inside a storage locker. Sometimes the light would shine through the three slits above her and her heart tensed, easing when someone came for some other piece of evidence. She tried not to move, ignoring the saliva building behind her gag and the growing urge to pee as time went on. What sleep she got was broken by a clattering of locks and the swing of a locker, with the rhino’s heavy hand blotting the light upon grabbing her.


Without a word she led Madison through the precinct on a leash latched to her cunt, stopping in a bathroom where the grown woman’s strength let her latch the stink badger to a urinal with ease. Her gag was pulled off, replaced by the rhino’s thick cock before Madison could voice a complaint or stretch her jaw. Strong fingers grabbed a headful of fur to keep her head in place so as not to bash the back of her skull into the urinal’s walls as the police chief took her mouth. 


“Here. Comes. Breakfast!” The rhino grunted between thrusts, shooting thick ropes of cum down directly into Madison’s gullet. The stench of her balls combined with the overpowering force putting Madison to her knees made the stink badger wish she could close her legs. 


Then she pulled it out, leaving the young cub to cough and gag on the cum coating her throat. If not for the handcuffs locking her wrists behind she’d massage her throat, but all she could do was lean forward and form a puddle from the overflow. The police chief swore under her breath. “Fucking really?” 


Before Madison could utter a reply, one dangerously close to sorry in the hopes of reducing the constant turmoil, a hoof pushed her face into the mess. “Lick it up.” What embers of defiance she had to swear up were stifled by the pressure of the muscular police chief’s hoof. Again she thought of how Ruth would respond to her, how the bear would laugh or chuckle at the rebellion. She’d tease, chastise, but playfully make her do what was asked. That warm playfulness was sorely missed as Madison’s shaking tongue lapped up the expelled seed. The hoof didn’t leave until it was all gone. 


Chief Kravets didn’t look pleased. Indeed it was if the act of Madison hurling it insulted her. By her hair, Madison was pulled out of the chief’s office and through the station, with as little fanfare as one treated a pet who pissed on the carpet. Seeing the men’s bathroom, Madison’s face soured at the stink of ammonia as they entered inside. 


Her cuffs were released. Before Madison could massage her wrists, her arms were hoisted over her head and locked behind the pipe of a standing urinal that reached the floor. With her mouth locked open by a wide metal ring-gag and her ankles tied to her thighs by police tape, she’d become a fixture to the bathroom stall. 


“I heard she puts the ‘shoplifters’ in hoods when working in the back. Why she gives a damn about protecting your identities is beyond me.” Officer Kravets said, pulling her cock out. With her head held still, Madison’s eyes balked in terror as an acrid stream of piss ran from the rhino’s thick cockhead to her forced open maw, down her gullet and filling fast, forcing her to swallow or drown. Her desire to live defeated her sense of shame. It wasn’t a strong fight. 


“Good enough replacement as any,” Officer Kravets said, patting the bag over the flushing mechanism of the urinal. “I’ll be back in a few hours, but you shouldn’t be alone for long. I run a strict hydration policy here.”


Sure enough, she wasn’t, though Madison’s moments of lucidity made her wonder if any of the officers followed it. Few had urine so clear it could be mistaken for water. Fewer still seemed surprised to see the young mustelid girl chained up as a living urinal in their bathroom, not that it stopped them from using her when they needed to go. Save for one cautious rabbit, who preferred to use the toilet.


So many dicks encompassed her vision that Madison doubted she’d be surprised by them again. The extremes were rare, with most officers having an average size. The small ones were capable of slipping through her metal ring to fuck her throat, using her more like a masturbatory tool than a urinal. It was rougher than working the backrooms at the gas station. Maybe because she could see them all, or maybe because she had little to no breaks. Everyone wanted an excuse to use the new urinal. 


“Huh, well that’s one way to make use of your loud mouth.”


Tired and aching, Madison craned her neck up to see a donkey in a police uniform. The same donkey who arrested her in front of Ruth, in front of Terri, and dragged her off like she was a criminal. If she could spit she’d spew venomous words at him, but her attempts came out as gagged gibberish. Winston carried a smug grin as he unzipped his pants. “You must have pissed Tess off something fierce. She’s not one to make use of arrested property like you so liberally.”


Madison hadn’t seen his cock before. From how his partner gagged and choked, she figured it was big. Her estimates weren’t wrong, but the rhinoceros had him beat. Not that the difference mattered as his musk washed over her. “Did you know a few of the guys go to that gas station in their off hours? I never found the appeal, cunt you need to pay for pales in comparison to cunt you conquer. But I did hear talk about some unruly short-tailed skunk with the stretchiest ass they’ve had. Now, you fit all the descriptions except for one, and I’m interested in testing that last part.”


He hefted her up as far as her bindings allowed and pushed her against the wall. She grunted more from annoyance than pain, swearing incoherently. Then she felt the crown of his cock press against her asshole. Constant use had loosened her enough but with only his spit for lube, it still strained as it sank inside her. Madison threw her head back, desperate to clench her jaw but the metal ring-gag locked it open. 


The donkey sounded amused as he dug deeper. “Well, I’ll be. You’re tight but not impossibly so. No wonder you’re the rubber band of holes.” Is that what they called her? Elasticass and rubber band? Madison’s head swam with memories of every anonymous client taking her asshole. Their praise fell on deaf ears, or so she believed. But her burning desire told her a different story, one kindled by the slow thrusts that plunged him deeper. 


She loved it. Madison cursed the open air at the truth. She thought Ruth made her a size queen but that was only half right. The bear gave her the capability, but the loss of power was a thrill her body craved. Tears formed in her eyes not from the lack of agency but because she worried about how she’d tell that to Terri if she saw him again. The bunny was too nice to overpower her like she craved. 


Officer Faith brought his full girth inside her. Madison struggled to breathe, feeling the rod bulging her stomach. She didn’t dare look down to check, not wanting to realize how distorted her body had become. The donkey grinned. “My wife makes that same face when I go balls deep. But she’s got a full-figured body. What’s your excuse, missy? What explanation are you going to give in five to ten years when I see you on the corner like a presentable whore?” A heavy hand patted her piercing-sealed cunt, “I imagine you won’t be a great one. Guys love anal, but you shouldn’t toss away the option for pussy. With these piercings though? You’d be lucky if your pussy wasn’t some ugly mess when free.”


Her defiant “Fuck you,” came off as a whimper. He leaned in, ear perched for her to be more clear but with a smile that told her it didn’t matter what she said. She was a hole. A free fucktoy chained to the wall with breath that smelled like piss. If she could, Madison would spit up at his arrogant expression. Instead, she clenched her fists and glared, trying to bury what little pleasure she gained through seething fury. 


Egged on, the police officer continued, slow and steady to make her feel everything. Wet slaps echoed across the walls as he picked up speed, mixed with his panting and her grunts. A shadow crept over both of them at the moment, but Madison was too lost to notice it until a gray and muscled hand carefully held Officer Faith’s throat.


“Winston,” Chief Kravets whispered loud enough for both to hear. The donkey stopped, half of his shaft hanging outside of Madison. “Shouldn’t you be working?”


Officer Faith’s confidence shrank for an instant. “C-Chief, you can’t just sneak up on a guy like that. Not when he’s in the middle of fucking.”


“Are you paid to fuck?”


“No. But chief I-”


The rhino’s grip became firm. “I know everyone in this precinct fucks on the job. This town brings it out of people. But I give it leeway so long as work gets done. You’ve been here for an hour, long enough that your partner tried starting another orgy in the holding cells out of boredom. Finish up inside the brat’s ass and get back to work.”


Biting his lips to hold his tongue, Winston hastened his tempo. The watchful gaze of his chief seemed to hamper his success as the donkey swore under his breath and growled, ignoring Madison’s gagged grunts from the cock that was fourth of her body. Though she knew it was impossible, she swore to be able to taste his seed from the back of her mouth when he finally finished inside her. Horsecock had a habit of making her question reality. 


Chief Kravets sniffed the air once the donkey left. “Fuck,” she balked, pinching her nose and waving the air, “You reek.” If not for her gag she’d colorfully explain why that was the case. Madison instead just stared up with ire until the rhino unlocked her and led her out of the bathroom like the first prisoner in a chain gang. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”


Her method of washing involved cuffing Madison to one of the showerheads in the co-ed locker room and using a hose to spray her down. She didn’t offer the luxury of warm water, and the pressure of the stream came at her like a gut punch. “If looks could kill,” the chief said aloud, noting Madison’s glare. “Honestly, I’m surprised you’re not begging me to stop. Either Ruth’s broken you in, or you’re a fighter.”


Her response fell flat with the gag, prompting the rhino to remove it. After easing her jaw muscles Madison looked up and said, “She’s done worse.” 


“Oh, I don’t doubt. She’s got a history of doing terrible shit.”


“And that excuses you?” 


The rhino laughed, “No, no. I’m just choosing to thrive in this fucked up town. Everyone does, eventually. Even Ruth, who’s gone soft in her stay.”


The idea that the bear who used her as a slave was soft made her laugh. “Her? She’s a monster. Every adult in this town is a monster.”


The chief crouched as low as she could and still required Madison to look up. When she didn't, a heavy hand forced her to. “Highman Break’s full of monsters, meat. This town brings out everyone’s worst desires. Yet for most, especially when they find a perfect victim, there’s this odd sense of caring. I bet you that Ruth gives a shit about you. Beyond what your stretchy ass offers her. But unlike her, I don’t care. You’re nothing but a pair of holes that's needed for evidence later.”


“You’re not supposed to tamper with evidence.” Madison tried to sound strong but in truth, her voice shook under the weight of the police chief’s presence. 


“You’re not that kind of evidence. We don’t need you for fingers or DNA, just your testimony. And you don’t seem like the person to let their rapist walk free just to spite someone else.”


She was right, Madison wouldn’t. It finally dawned on her that the rhino had no consequences for what she was doing. No mistrial, no threat to her position. She could fuck Madison openly on the front steps and no one would stop her. The rhino knew this and had something more humiliating in mind. 




***




The kneehole of Chief Kravets's desk was much more spacious than she needed it to be. It reminded Madison of the counter at Ruth’s gas station as if the extra space was intentionally built into every desk or similar furniture in this town. It wouldn’t surprise Madison, though she had more important issues on her mind than to comment on it. Namely how much her jaw ached from holding the rhino’s cock in her mouth.


Forced to kneel with her arms bound behind her, the mustelid had been reduced to a holster for the chief’s fat cock. Even soft it expanded her maw beyond the ring-gags they offered. She considered biting down but two things stopped her. The rhino’s thick hide, and the consequences of trying to gnaw a cock off. Her gag reflex was long gone thanks to Ruth’s training, so she wasn’t at risk of suffocating. Just a constant string of humiliation while the rhino went about her office work as if she wasn’t there. 


Somehow she found it a better ‘break’ than being stuffed back in a locker. 


A door slammed open from behind her. “Where is she?” A familiar voice growled. Madison cast her gaze as far as she could, but even if she were able to turn her head she’d see nothing but the back of the desk anyway. Just as well, she didn’t need to see to know Ruth was here. 


“You can’t just barge in here,” Chief Kravets said, unbothered and likely not looking up from her paperwork. “I have a secretary for a reason.” After a pause, she asked, “Is she at her desk or making a cadet her bitch?”


Heavy paws shook the desk. “Where. Is. She?” Ruth repeated. Her anger shook Madison, having never felt so afraid of the bear before. Apprehensive and angry? Always. But fear? Ruth had never made her feel directly. 


“Who?” 


“You know who, Tess.”


“Tessia. Chief Tessia Kravets.” The rhino corrected, “And no, I don’t. Are you asking for your slave or your daughter?” The bear’s growl grew without an answer. Claws scratched against the wood above Madison’s head. “Do you have the paperwork for her?”


“It’s…it’s in process,” Ruth said, “It would go faster if I could see her.”


“But it can be done without. Besides, she’s evidence. We can’t let regular citizens see evidence whenever they want. Who knows what kind of tampering could happen.”


“Oh so now you care about following the law to the letter?”


“If it fucks you over, yes.” Tessia scooted in, forcing Madison deeper into the desk so the rhino could lean back without revealing her. “You know, for the longest time, I tried to find a crack in your armor. You operate that pathetic excuse of a whorehouse with impunity because of a technicality and no one in this town has evidence of the shit you used to do outside of it. The fact that you walk around free with a smile on your face pisses me off to no end.”


“As if you’re innocent.” Ruth scoffed, “You weren’t exactly a clean cop before you came here.”


“I did some good though, unlike you. Is that why you took the brat in?” Tessia leaned in, dragging Madison down, “To make up for some of the horrible shit you did? No, that can’t be it because you still fuck her. Or maybe you thought it could be, but you can’t run away from old habits. Once a monster, always a monster.”


They both were monsters as far as Madison was concerned. The entire town was stocked with them. It was the next words that came from Ruth’s mouth that surprised her. “She deserves a safe life.”


Tessia seemed just as confused by the question, having no response other than leaning back and nearly pulling her cock out. Madison coughed the rest from her mouth. The pressure from above lightened and no sooner did Ruth leave with quick footsteps. Just short of running to leave a conversation. The badger’s hoarse gasps for air mixed with the ticking clock while the police chief sat still, frozen in thought. 


Then she laughed. An honest and deep laugh from her gut. “She cares about you.” Tessia pulled Madison out by her headfur, tossing her to the side. 


“Isn’t that why you’re doing this?” Madison argued, refusing to believe the exchange herself. There was no way Ruth actually cared about her. Not beyond being her property. This was the same woman who stretched her ass daily on the excuse of experimentation. Who made her eat pussy despite being straight as an arrow. Ruth only showed affection when Madison stepped up for herself against others, but that was distant at best. 


No, there were other times. Despite the cage next to the bear’s bed Madison had been sharing the mattress with her more. She’d spent enough nights locked in a bearhug to feel something other than hatred towards the bear. Something positive that she’d rather vomit than say aloud. 


“Sure, but I figured it’d fail eventually.” Tessia nodded, “You know how many of her ‘top earners’ I’ve arrested on bullshit charges? Not once does she give a shit. You’re the only one she’s ever tried to visit. You know what that means?”


Madison had a guess. She kept her mouth shut, buying herself precious seconds from the inevitable answer. “Means it’ll hurt her more when I break you. Now,” she pointed to her saliva and throat mucus-slathered cock, “Who said you could take this out of your mouth?”




***




“Attention ingrates.” Tessia let her voice travel the length of the department’s holding cell to get the inhabitants' attention. No serious felons, some loiterers, some prostitutes with attitude, a few drunks, and a couple of spontaneous lovers who couldn’t bother being subtle when they fucked in public. Perfect for what she had in mind. 


“It’s come to my attention that most of you will be staying awhile while we sort through your paperwork.” She raised her hand more as a gesture than an attempt to stop their booing. “I know, I know, but we take paperwork important. As such, I’ve decided to offer you all a token to keep yourselves preoccupied while we wait. 


Garbled complaints echoed to her right. Tessia grinned, pulling the source into view. Eyes went wide at the sight of the young stink badger standing before them. Her arms were locked together at the elbows by several zip ties while standard police restraints cuffed her legs. A blindfold made of police tape had been wrapped thoroughly around her head whilst her mouth was stretched open by some sort of dental gag. Several eyes leered to her cunt, with brows raising at the piercings studding her. 


“The piece of meat has two conditions. Firstly, the pussy is off-limits to fuck. If you wanna kick it or slap it, I can’t stop ya, but I wouldn’t try removing the piercings. Secondly, I don’t want any of you getting too rough. Don’t break any bones or whatever. Beyond that, she’s yours to do with as you please.” With that she tossed the stinkbadger into the waiting arms of the nearest offender. The cub reeled in protest, but soon enough hands were on her that no amount of protest could stop them. Smiling to herself, Tessia locked the holding cell shut and made a mental note to have someone put the bitch back into evidence by midnight. 


She couldn’t wait for tomorrow.