While time seemed to stand still in Kaden’s room it seemed to flow freely outside the window. She laid on the filthy mattress, legs desperately squeezing and rubbing together to achieve any pleasure, and watched as the sun traveled across the sky. Birds and butterflies flew around, airplanes blazed by, in the distance she could hear muffled laughter and cars.


        All she could think about, however, was how much she wanted one of her captors to come back into the room. Her hips shuddered with need as she writhed on the bed, body painfully hot and tense with her artificial heat. It was hard to get any thoughts through the haze of arousal, let alone any that were concrete enough to help her. She’d take them beating her senseless dozens of times if it meant just one flash of release from the lust.


        One particularly needy buck of her hips snapped her slightly back to her senses with the sound of straining fabric. She blinked, heart fluttering at the prospect of a way out, then squirmed into a better position. With her hooves and heels planted firmly on the bed Kaden pushed with all her might, hearing the strap creak louder and louder with each attempt.


        Eventually, it snapped and the only thing holding her down was the last strap digging into her remaining wrist. Her first instinct was clouded, a primal need to satisfy her lust, but she was able to shake it long enough to reach up and try to untie her wrist. Her nub was useless, so she resorted to gnawing through the fabric instead. 


        When it finally gave she sat up, breath coming out in hurried, pink puffs. She was free. She was free! She just had to get to the window and tumble out and surely someone would help her. Getting up was much harder than she expected, however. She was weak from blood loss, littered with cuts and bruises, and her pelvis radiated a pain that shot straight up her spine. Even past that she felt like her legs were jello and everything was spinning around her from the drugs.


        With a hiss she tried again to get off the mattress but ended up falling forward and smacking her forehead against the glass panes of the window. She groaned, crumpled on the floor, and shakily pulled her body into a kneeling position to peer out of the window.


        She was indeed on the second floor, which meant she could survive a fall out of it. Her window pointed to the neighbors' houses. A street filled with cookie-cutter homes, many of which with ramps leading up instead of stairs and kids toys in the lawns. The sun was just beginning to set so everything was cast in a beautiful, cozy orange glow. Below she could see grandparents slowly tailing behind screaming children. 


        Kaden slumped forward, forehead resting on the windowsill, and tried to steady her breath more. There were people who could help her damn near directly below, one tumble and she’d be in someone’s arms as they called the police. There’d be no denying what’d happened, she was covered head to hoof in wounds and there was bound to be a plethora of video evidence from the first attack. She just had to get out. She was certain that these people would help her unlike the mall citizens. 


        With a great deal of effort she managed to stand again then tried pushing open the window but every time she tried her legs nearly gave in. After pressing her face to the glass and deciding that if nobody had heard her screaming yet they still wouldn’t she shakily sat back down on the bed. Every heartbeat sent a pulse through her core of tainted desire, a vile twisting of her thoughts to make her question if it was a good thing or not.


        After all, if she stayed put and acted right her captors were bound to have their way with her again. She felt her heart skip a beat, hazy rational thoughts begging her to keep trying the window being beaten down by the memory of the elder male’s cock buried inside her. Shit, she’d sacrifice whatever bones she had left for even the bottle again.


        But the drugs they’d given her weren’t enough to fully override her sensibility. Kaden awkwardly repositioned herself on the bed, grimacing both at the aching of her wounds and the soggy state of the mattress, then spread her legs.


        If her heat was what was keeping her from thinking straight, and what was keeping her legs in a jello-like state, then release was what she needed. It was logical, not depraved, she reasoned to herself. Closing her eyes, she tried to imagine being at home in her own bed as her hand slid between her legs. Her mind quickly slid elsewhere. 


        With two fingers spreading herself and her middle finger gently massaging her clit Kaden thought about what could be coming should she just accept her new place. A life of sexual servitude, always on her knees or back, draining pleasure from her masters then wallowing in it. She shuddered, pressing the remnants of her other arm over her eyes. If she was really good maybe they’d give her a nicer room, or a dog kennel, or let her sleep at the foot of their bed. She could survive off of scraps and bodily fluids and be ravaged day in and out. Maybe they’d make her wear skimpy outfits, or a collar, maybe a shock collar and gags.


        Kaden’s hips bucked, legs snapping shut as an orgasm rolled through her. She whimpered into her elbow, shuddering and twitching and trying desperately to stay as quiet as possible. Thankfully, the afterglow passed quickly and for a short while she was left with a clear mind. She looked down at her hand in disgust, refusing to dwell on the thoughts that had brought her to release, then got up.


        Now when she tried the window her legs stayed firm but she noticed nails put through to keep it securely shut. They were flush, though even if she could get a grasp on them she didn't think she’d be able to dredge them out on her own. Disappointed but not dissuaded, she rummaged around in the dresser, hoping to find something to pry at them with.


        The right drawers had mostly moldy, dirty childrens clothes and broken toys. The middle ones stored more concerning things like duct tape, sex toys, and rope which she grabbed and threw on the bed, figuring she could use it to climb out the window with. Finally the left drawers had a random assortment of expired foods and drinks. 


        Quickly, Kaden ripped open a stale bag of pretzels and downed them, then washed them down with a flat bottle of soda. It wasn’t much, but it was at least something to nourish her body. One of the drawers had wine bottles, one of which was stained blue. She flushed touching her fingertips to it and remembering herself begging for release, then shook the already building lust from her head and shut the drawer. 


        The rope was useful if she got the window open, but not in opening it itself, so she moved on to the closet. She kicked the bucket away from it and pulled the shutter doors open, peering around the darkness, but found nothing but a spare blanket and some moth balls. 


        Kaden sat back down on the bed, sighing and rubbing her eyes with her hand. There was only one option left, trying to break the glass of the window or break down the door of the bedroom, both of which would make enough sound to alert everyone of her freedom. Already her libido was coiling around notions of staying put or deliberately getting caught so she knew she had to move fast. In the end she opted for the bedroom door, figuring at least she didn’t have to fall or climb once that was opened.


        It took her a second to gather the strength to stand again, but she made it to the door without falling over herself. When she grabbed the knob to test the type of lock it easily turned and Kaden was left awestruck as the door quietly swung open, unlocked and unwatched. It felt like a trap. Her heart thudded in her chest as she shakily took a quiet and painfully slow step out of the room. To the left there was the rest of the hallway, two doors on the opposite wall and two more on her side. Then, across the hall was a stairwell. The wallpaper was old, yellowed and peeling and the lights were dim; the deafening silence only making it seem even more foreboding. 


        Kaden crept away from her room and to the stairwell, legs suddenly feeling like jello again as anxiety bubbled inside her. If none of them were home she could be getting out easy as pie. Just pop down, open the front door, and make a break for it. The step down the first stair reminded her that she couldn’t run even if she needed to, her body weak and pained, but she could at least reach a neighbor’s house and beg for the cops.


        Each step creaked beneath her weight and sent fear swirling around her core. With most of her body supported by the railing she descended without harm, though if anyone were home they would have definitely heard her. The bottom of the staircase opened up into another hallway, again to the left was a hallway. This one had two doors on the left and one on the right. To her right she found one more door and a living room. Kaden stepped down onto the brown carpet.


        The furniture was old but cared for, the carpet dingy but still plush, windows with their blinds slightly open but translucent curtains drawn. It gave a weird mix of stuffy and muggy combined with cozy and lived in. Strangely, the front door had eight different locks on it and when she approached and fiddled with them she was horrified to find that half of them were reversed, keeping her locked in rather than others locked out. When she leaned over the back of one of the couches to try a window she found it was also locked extra securely.


        With the living room a bust Kaden stumbled her way back through it, into the only remaining door and found herself in a small, tiled kitchen-dining room combo. It smelled of lemon cleaner and oranges and was similarly clean but old. The fridge alone looked older than herself and had dozens of children's drawings and family pictures on it. A quick glance at them revealed they were her captors and most likely their parents. To the left seemed to be a stairwell to a lower floor and another door, and to her right a screen door into the backyard. She could smell the freedom through it as a lazy breeze blew in.


        Approaching it slowly Kaden was delighted to find it was unlocked one way, meaning she just had to undo the locks keeping others out and she would be on her way to safety. Her hands shook like leaves as she undid them, sweaty and clumsy, and as soon as the crisp fall air fully hit her face when the door swung open she felt tears come flooding out of her eyes. 


        She nearly fell off the porch as she lurched out into the backyard, hooves stumbling as fast as they could across the wet grass and mud. She was out! There was a treeline along the back of the yard but if she could scale the fence to either side she could get help from a neighbor. Even if she could get into the woods she was sure she could find a way to hide until she could escape. The sound of her heart beating against her chest and her desperate panting drowned out the sound of footsteps behind her.


        “Thought I heard the damn door alarm.” A woman said behind her before grabbing Kaden by the hair and hurling her into the ground. 


Kaden wheezed as the air got knocked out of her lungs, skittering as best as she could across the grass and away from the taller, cold looking woman. The second the air rushed back into her lungs, though, she screamed to high haven. 


“Stop that racket!” Her attacker hissed, closing the distance between herself and Kaden in long, powerful steps. “The neighbors don’t want to hear you squealing like a sow!”


Kaden rolled over, scrambling away and screaming with all her might before the older woman’s hoof came slamming down into her center back. Once again she fought for air, but before she could fill her lungs again she’d been grabbed by her arm and throat. 


With ease she was carried back into the house, even as she tried to grab onto anything and everything she could reach. When they neared the back door again Kaden braced her legs against the doorframe and pushed as hard as she could. Her breath was cut off by the other woman’s grasp, but if she could just stay outside long enough she was sure a neighbor would come to investigate her screams.


“God damn varmit…” Her captor growled, letting go of her arm but keeping her held tight by the throat still. “Them kids are gonna have to train you better if they’re gonna keep you in my house. Put your legs down before I snap them in two, stupid thing.”


Kaden’s vision was starting to tunnel, lungs burning, legs aching with the effort of pushing. She grimaced and pried at the other woman’s arms with her stump and hand, drool rolling down her purple face and eyes going fuzzy.


The woman holding her stepped back suddenly, causing Kaden to lose her footing on the doorframe, then before she could regain it she threw her into the kitchen and against the dining table. Quickly she stepped inside behind her and locked the door up and down, sealing the both of them inside and then returning the key to her necklace.


When she turned around the younger girl still lay crumpled up on the table. She was nude, covered in wounds, and very visibly drugged. From the size of her pupils to the pink smoke barely puffing across her lips to the way her fur was matted on her thighs it was clear they’d given her something. She shook her head. If her kids were going to be keeping a toy for longer they needed to make sure it was put up properly when they were done playing with it. 


She leaned idly against the door, crossing her arms and ankles and waiting for the stupid thing to regain composure. It was a slow process, but after five minutes or so it finally looked up at her with bleary, tear and fear filled eyes.


“I do not know how you got out of your room, but you are not allowed to be roaming my house or leaving it, do you understand?” She growled. When it just hiccuped on a sob instead of responding she grabbed it by its hair again and dragged it to the fridge. When it gained enough footing to stand she let go of its hair and grabbed it by the chin instead, forcing it to look at the pictures. She pointed to the main picture, one of her and her family more recently. “This is who you belong to. Easy, right? Even a silly little toy like you can get that. This one’s me, Akina Munae, this one’s my husband, Zukin Munae, and these are my troublesome little angels, Tazin Munae and Mirin Munae.”


Kaden silently looked at the picture, holding onto Akina’s arm for support and memorizing their names for when she’d report them to the police. Her entire right side was burning with pain from her impact and she felt too weak to even walk anymore, but she was still thinking of ways she could get a distraction to try to escape again.


“You belong to them, and they belong to me and Zukie. To me, you are nothing but a noisy, smelly thing that they’re going to kill eventually.” Akina let go of the girl and let her fall to the floor. She stared down at her until she looked up, then bore her teeth at her. “If you make too much noise, or stank, or trouble I’ll end your pathetic life myself and the kids can get over it and get a new thing to play with.”


She placed a hoof against its chest then stepped down, pushing it to lay down on its back under her. She made sure to lift her skirt and apron, not keen on letting its filth taint them. “Look at the door. See all them locks? Only I have the key and it’s on me at all times. Sleepin’, bathin’, I never take it off. All these windows are shatter proof, all the walls are enforced, all openings have alarms. We’ll know if you leave, though you won’t be getting lucky like this again. I’ll be making sure you learnt your lesson and that my darlin’s beat it into your skull more later.”


Kaden stared up at Akina, towering over her with a look that made her feel tiny and disgusting. She swallowed the pain in her throat then set a shaky hand on the puffy skirt. “Please… I won’t tell the police. If you let me go your kids can find someone else to torture, anyone else, I promise I won’t get them in trouble.” When the hoof holding her chest down bore harder against her ribs she wheezed but continued her pleading in a strained voice. “I’ll even find someone for them if I have to. I’ll be good! You can even keep tabs on me to make sure, I promise, just please let me go…”


It was all a lie of course, the first thing Kaden would do upon release would be go to the police, but if she could just beg her way out there’d be no way the family could continue their crimes. They’d all get arrested and she’d be safe. 


“You think I’m that stupid?” Akina slapped the filthy hand from her skirt then stepped off of the toy. “What’s your name?”


“Kaden…” 


“Well, Kaden, you need to stop thinking of yourself as having rights.” After brushing off her skirt Akina sat down in one of the kitchen chairs, crossing her arms and legs. “You are no longer a person. You’re not even a cusige anymore. You’re some filthy toy, a starved varmit, a future stain on that mattress you somehow got off of, and you will not be leaving.”


Kaden shook her head then repositioned herself so she was sitting on her knees with her hand and head pressed to the floor. “Please…” She croaked. “I’ll do whatever you want, just let me go…”


“You should be begging for your life. You’ll die here, the question is just how long you want to survive. If you beg my mercy I’ll end your life right now and have my kids get a new play thing, or you can beg to live and I’ll tell them they have to break every little bit of you before they can move on. There’s no other option for somethin’ as valueless as you.” 


Kaden sniffled into the kitchen tile then dared to look up at Akina, who sat so strongly above her with a glimmering kitchen knife now in her hands. Kaden shook her head again, turning her gaze down where her other hand used to be. She didn’t want to die here at all, now or later. When she looked up again to the older woman running her finger down the blade she shivered. Even now, begging for life or death she could feel her arousal dripping to the tile and her face heating. Akina did her no favors, the pale kitchen light framing her mature features and making her red eyes seem to have a fiery glow. She put her forehead back against the floor. Why couldn’t her kidnappers at least have the decency to be ugly. “I want to live.”


With a dull thunk Akina set the blade burrowing into the table then uncrossed her legs. “Smart choice, at least maybe you can make some peace or learn how to be a good toy. Now then…” She bunched her skirt, apron and petticoat up in her hands then lifted them. With a small scoot forward and a parting of her thighs she displayed herself to the animal who instantly snapped its gaze to her nethers. “Get to beggin’.”


“But…” The words died in Kaden’s throat as she stared forward, gazing between Akina’s legs at her pussy. It was the same dull blue color as Zukin’s cock, with wetness trailing down to seep into the fabric beneath her. She felt her mouth water and her heartbeat between her legs. When she looked up, confused, the elder woman just peered down at her with disdain and impatience. Suddenly, she shrugged and began to lower her skirts, eyeing up the knife as if the time limit had already passed and now Kaden had sealed her fate.


One corner of Akina’s lips twitched ever so slightly as she watched the toy surge forward and press her legs back open. She wondered if the thing was motivated entirely by will to live, by drug, or by simply by being a heathen. Any of the options meant she was getting what she wanted so she let her legs fall completely open again and leaned back against the chair.


Kaden was quick to get to work, pressing her mouth to Akina’s lips and slipping her tongue between them. She did want to live, yes, and she would have eaten anything, ass, pussy, garbage or nails, if it meant surviving, but god did she want any sort of sexual attention more. Two birds one stone, she thought to herself, trying to not get hung up on her body getting off on being forced to serve someone.


Akina tasted sour, but not in an entirely bad way, more like a lemon. Kaden ran her tongue up and down her pussy, tasting every inch before settling on slow and soft licks to her clit. As the fabric was hung back over her legs and Kaden’s form the temperature began to rise. It wasn’t long before she was breathing in the heavy scent of both of their sweat and arousal. She didn’t mind one bit, filling her lungs with it and dipping down to allow her tongue to worm its way inside.


“No touching yourself.” Akina said, voice still without any mark of arousal. “You are begging for your own life, if you are selfish and don’t serve me to your full potential I will not show you mercy.” 


With a held back whine Kaden continued pleasuring her. She had seen the locks on the doors, the key on her necklace, the alarms and nails on the windows. While she’d not checked to see if the walls were indeed reinforced she knew for certain breaking one down would be way too noisy and time consuming to be a valuable option. Her only choice was to play along and hope they let her go or slipped up and left the doors open again.


Kaden moved her tongue back up to Akina’s clit, massaging it with her tongue as she worked two of her fingers into her vagina. If getting her to cum was the first step in prolonging her life so be it, even if her body was screaming at her to touch herself. It wasn’t like she could do much with her other arm anyway. The other woman didn’t make a sound, the only clues on if she was doing things to her satisfaction were minute twitches in her skin. Eventually she found her sweet spots, curling her fingers to meet them while suckling on her clit. It didn’t take long after for Akina to reach her release.


She sighed and brought her legs together, closing her eyes and appreciating that the toy didn’t immediately draw back and scurry from her petticoats. She rode her orgasm then relaxed, parting her legs again without a word, and nodded to herself when the toy picked right back up and began working to bring her to a second climax. They’d picked a good one for once, though Akina would have preferred a male or a more feminine female. This one at least knew how to serve and could apparently take a beating pretty well. Even if it was uppity now and still thought it had rights or dignity she imagined it could be trained to be a pretty decent little pet.


By the time she reached her second orgasm the heat beneath her skirt was stifling so she lifted them and allowed the toy to crawl out, the cold kitchen air immediately hitting her wet thighs and legs and cooling her down. She kept her skirts up as she fanned her face then her groin with a magazine, looking down at the toy as it stared up at her with a drenched face and hungry, pleading eyes.


“What was it you wanted again?” She asked, fanning her face more and looking at the time. “I can’t seem to recall what it was you were beggin’ for.”


“I want to c- Live!” Kaden stumbled over her words, nearly defaulting to begging for an orgasm again. She bowed her head and lowered her eyes. “Please… let me l-live.”


“My darlings will be home from their classes within the hour…” Akina mused, setting the magazine down and straightening her clothes back out as if nothing had happened. “Mir is going to be an entomologist and Taz is going to be a pharmacist. Bright young ones with brighter futures, coming home after such a hard day of classes to their toy being naughty… why they may just take you out themselves.”


“I’ll…” Kaden fiddled with her necklace nervously. She did not care in the slightest what ‘bright future’ her captors had or how ‘hard’ their day had been, but she did care about her life. She bit her lip, swallowing down her pride. “I’ll make sure they f-feel better. I’ll give them whatever release they need…”


“Good.” Akina stood and walked over to the fridge, opening it up and grabbing a single strawberry from it. Then, she walked over and kneeled next to her children’s pet and handed the tiny fruit to it. “Eat this then go back up to your room and get yourself and it as tidy as you can. Once they hear how I’ve caught you they’ll hopefully discipline you themselves. If they’ve already taken one of your arms I would not remain too attached to the one left over unless you prove it useful to them. Now out with you, if I catch you out without permission again I’ll skin you like a cat.”


Kaden looked down at the strawberry in her palm as Akina went to making dinner as if nothing had happened. As if she weren’t knelt on the floor next to her, filthy and wounded. She shakily looked up at her a couple times, not once getting another glance in her direction, then quietly ate the berry. It was sweet, perfectly ripe, and it made her want to ball her eyes out. She even ate the leaves before hanging onto the table to weakly stand. 


She gazed at the locks and alarms on all the exits then out at the freshly watered grass before wobbling her way out of the kitchen. Each step she took further into the house made her stomach lurch and twist, her tears fall faster down her cheeks, her body ache and beg her to try escaping again. But she knew in the state she was in there was no way she could make it, especially not with the key being around Akina’s neck.


Kaden had to crawl up the stairs and barely made it into her room before she crumpled against the wall and slid down it. She remained still for a few minutes, sobbing into her knees and holding her necklace tight in her palm, then shakily stood again and righted the room. She closed the drawers and closet, set the bucket back up, put the rope away, then sat down on the edge of the bed looking out the window. Now that she was aware of them she could locate the small sensors on the bottom and top of the window, alarms that would sound should she be able to remove the nails and open them.


The sun had set sometime between her leaving the kitchen and getting back to her room, she guessed it took her the full hour to return on her own. Out the window she could see the lights in other houses, warm and bright as the fireflies dancing around the streets and yards. It was lovely, but the comfort in the normalcy of it was short lived. A car pulled down the street, headlights illuminating mailboxes and trash bins, then slowly parked in the driveway. Though it was dark Kaden could make out four people getting out of the car and walking up to the house. While she lost sight of them before they could enter she could feel it in her nerves that her main assaulters were home. The room began to spin as her heart picked up a frantic pace and that in turn began to reawaken the drugs in her system. Kaden hoped that if they beat her they kept her alive, and that maybe they’d allow her to cum again.