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\n\t\t\t\t\t| " | \n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\tLina’s life was truly wonderful. She was a slave, yes, and used exclusively for her body and her customers had been no less aggressive and cruel with their use of her body, but all it brought her was blinding pleasures. She had vague memories of before, of pain and misery, but for the life of her she couldn’t recall why she had hated her life before. She simply couldn’t get enough of the highs that came with every huge, brutal cock pounding her impossibly tight holes, every deliciously depraved toy she got to play with, every hot drop of cum or girl cum that stained her fur and soaked into her flesh... The little cabbit found herself looking forward to the abuse; every waking moment she could remember where she wasn’t eating or being used in one form or another was spent with her hands furiously stuffing herself, desperate to get herself to the peak. She found that doing it herself was far less satisfying than having that pleasure forced upon her but, thankfully, the moments she was left completely to her own devices were few and far between. Her change in attitude, it seemed, had made her quite popular with her customers, eagerly greeting them and begging to be taken as hard as possible and even convincing some to stay longer or rent her out for a day or longer. Everything in her life was wonderful. Which made it all the more strange to her that so many of the other cubs seemed to hate their lives. But, she supposed, they would learn eventually how good they actually had it there... There was one however that piqued her curiosity in spite of herself, a new girl that she couldn’t remember when she’d shown up. She seemed around the same age as her (or at least the same size; Lina had no frame of reference for the passage of time) but she was defiant and difficult despite being just as helpless as all the rest of them. Moreover, no matter what a customer did to her, she never saw the girl cry. Instead, there was this strange determination in her eyes that she’d never seen before... One night, after a session along with the girl, which had left the two handcuffed to one another waiting for the handlers to come and take them back to their cells, she finally learned why. The girl told her about a plan to escape that she had been slowly working towards since she had found herself here. Lina ignored this; plenty of cubs had tried and failed to escape before, she was sure this foolish girl’s attempt would end just like all the others. What she said next though she could not ignore. The girl spoke of her friends outside, how she would tell them everything she’d learned about this group once she was out and they would come back and rescue her and break up this horrible cartel once and for all. The thought of it terrified Lina. Her perfect world destroyed now that she’d finally discovered it? She couldn’t let that happen! But what could she do? The girl’s escape plan might fail on its own, but what if she succeeded? She would lose everything... But then an idea came to her... it was a terrible thing that would force her to betray another cub, one of the few morals that Lina still clung to. The other girls were the closest thing she had to family... But this girl was now threatening to take all of that away from her. And besides, she had a pretty good idea of the type and severity of the punishment that would surely await; maybe this silly girl could learn to love her new life just like she had... So it was that Lina begged the other girl to take her with her. Later, when she was being “cleaned” by her handlers (which lately almost invariably ended with her getting gangbanged) she told them about the girl and her plan. The other girl wouldn’t tell her the details, she had just promised to get her out of her cell the night she made her move. The men laughed and assured her that she had nothing to worry about. Lina was still their most valuable asset so they had ways to track her movements. All she had to do was stay by the other girl’s side. Relief washed over even as the men resumed taking turns on her. Her life was in no danger because of her quick thinking, everything would stay as it always was. And if she was lucky, maybe she would even get to share in the fool girl’s punishment... the thought made her even hotter somehow.\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t | \n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t
And so we’re finally here witnessing the transformation of Lina from eternal victim into the predator of other little girls she would eventually become. And yes, as the title suggests, this is a follow-up on an older Lina story, but now they tables have very much turned. The irony of this is sadly completely lost on the cabbit herself though as it’s highly unlikely she even remembers her own escape attempt.
A little bonus lore: the slavers, once they realized what an invaluable asset Lina was to them, microchipped her; the chip is in her left ear. The hole in her ear as an adult is from when her "rescuers" ripped the chip out after a decisive raid on the cartel (more on that later, probably...). Unfortunately they didn't have the tools to determine exactly where the chip was so they just cut a chunk out.
Every time I think I’ve seen every possible way to tie a girl up, my friends across the pond bring some new shit to my attention. And once I’ve finished imagining myself in them, naturally the next step is to put one of my girls in them. This one seems particularly rough as you wouldn’t be able to rest completely on the table. The addition of the extra hole for their tails to be used as cum rags was a nice touch, thanks to the artist for that stroke of brilliance.
More Lina to come soon. I've got more work to do to flesh out this arc.
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