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Characters presented are of legal age of consent. ", "writing": "It'd been two weeks since Skiv, or `Sarah' as everyone in the damn house kept calling her, had locked Eric's cock in that cage. Two weeks of being taught words and numbers by that uptight coon bitch who added extra weights to the rabbit's vest whenever she got a question wrong. As much as Skiv wanted to avoid wearing a stupid frilly maid outfit, the underwear and weight filled vest they made her wear in replacement of it wasn't what she'd call comfy. \n\nOk, the panties were the most comfortable thing she'd ever felt on her dick. But that was beside the point. While her time in the slums had exposed Skiv to plenty of debaucheries, she couldn't help but feel more exposed with just the weighted vest and underwear. They slowed her down, and weren't even good protection. The only reason Mallory even gave her panties was so the coon wouldn't need to waste products in cleaning wherever Skiv sat over and over. \n\nNot that Skiv understood why she was worried. The rabbit had been getting more showers than she'd ever had. The lack of dirt in her fur still seemed too good to be true.\n\nOutside of the annoying lessons, Mallory had Skiv exercise and train in combat. The actual exercise was a pain, but any chance to spar with the annoying bitch was worth the frustration. With every match, Skiv grew more and more confident against her. She smiled, maybe soon she'd finally bring that bitch down.\n\n``What are you thinking about?'' Jennifer asked.\n\nSkiv blinked, shaking her head back into reality at the bat's question. ``Wha...nothin.'' She said, crossing her arms and leaning against the wall, ``Just bored is all.''\n\nThe maid tilted her head, ``Why? We have so much work to do, Sarah.''\n\n``Skiv,'' the rabbit growled, ``And I don't have work to do. I'm not a maid.''\n\n``Sarah, actually. According to Head Maid Mallory,'' Jennifer said, smiling blissfully despite the fury emanating from the black bun, ``And even so, Mallory assigned you to me to learn. So you should help.''\n\n``You're saying that, but I haven't seen you order me around.'' Skiv said, ``I don't get what I'm supposed to learn by watching your ass.'' Jennifer blushed at that, not that Skiv really cared. Even with being born with a cock and a cunt, she'd never been that attracted to ladies. Nor masculine guys either. Eric had the right kind of ass for her, though he could do a bit more to make it stand out. She smiled, thinking about making him do squats in front of her to earn the right to suck her off. \n\n``Well...'' Jennifer tapped her fingers nervously, ``You should be learning how to hold yourself in the household. After all, we are servants. For example, you shouldn't be leaning against the wall like that, it implies standards above your station.''\n\nSkiv looked around the room, the same room she'd been in where Mallory nearly killed her. Weapons dotted the wall, most with their firing mechanism removed. To the coon's surprise, Skiv had picked up reading quickly. The big words were still difficult, but she could read things like `rifle' and `pistol' well enough. ``And what if I am?'' She asked, ``You gonna force me off?''\n\nStepping to Skiv, Jennifer's smile didn't waver. ``Oh no, I detest violence,'' the bat said, clasping her cyberarms together, ``I just thought-'' Her ears twitched. Eyes widened and pupils dilated. Before Skiv could blink, Jennifer ripped the bun off the wall and forced her on her knees.\n\n``What are-''\n\n``Shh,'' The bat whispered, ``For your sake, be quiet, one of the masters is approaching.''\n\nAny complaint or struggle was met with strength afforded only through cybernetics as the bat's metallic arms held Skiv in place. It didn't take long for the bun to realize how dangerous Jennifer could be if she actually got a hold of her, as much as that frustrated her. \n\nSteps echoed down the hall, and soon Skiv saw two white furred paws step into the living room. ``Welcome, Mistress Mavis,'' Jennifer said, keeping Skiv's head low with her grip. While she couldn't see it, the bun could feel the cold gaze emanating off the white fox. She still had trouble accepting that this tall bitch was Eric's older sister. Then again, Skiv didn't know anything about siblings.\n\n``Why is she not in uniform?'' Mavis asked, her tone as cold and disinterested as the climates her fur worked best in.\n\n``My humblest apologies, Mistress Mavis,'' Jennifer said, her ass-kissing making Skiv roll her eyes as she stared at the ground, ``But the Head-Maid has not deemed Sarah ready for such a uniform. She is to be Young Master Eric's bodyguard, henceforth it is his decision on what clothes she wears. Until then, she is wearing bare necessities so that she does not tarnish any surface her body touches.''\n\n``I see.'' Mavis said, her foot stepping closer to Skiv's gaze, ``Mallory always was the dramatic sort.'' Skiv felt another hand grab her headfur, pulling her up as Jennifer reflexively let go. Cybernetic yellow eyes stared back at her, giving off a look of contempt behind the cold replication of visual organs, ``So you are the classless my lazy younger brother found.'' Cybernetic fingers let go, only to grab Skiv's muzzle and squeeze tight as she inspected the bun's face, ``Surprisingly healthy, given your origin. I suppose that's how you fooled him, he's got a pathetic obsession with the `tough girl' look. But a bodyguard?'' She sighed, ``I had hoped he'd have a better sense of judgement and taste. I struggle to prove my family's worth while my siblings continue to make poor choices. Disgraceful.''\n\nSkiv saw Jennifer's lip quiver at that, not enough to break her calm mask for Mavis to notice. She wanted to toss a few choice words back at the white fox, but she wasn't stupid. Angry, sure, but enough sessions with Mallory told Skiv that if she couldn't control her anger, she couldn't watch over Drips. The rabbit wouldn't forget the insult, however, not by a long shot.\n\nA holoscreen popped up over Mavis's eyes. Her brow furrowed, ``He's late.'' She said, letting go of Skiv and wiping her right hand across her red tunic, ``Sarah, I suggest you watch the next interaction with focus. It will do you good for your training.''\n\nRubbing her chin out of Mavis's sight, Skiv scoffed at the fox's request. Not that she looked away, the movement at the door took her attention. Opening automatically, a large badger stood out in the doorway, carrying a duffel bag slung across his shoulder and dressed in military gear minus the standard armor over it. Mavis curled her finger to him, leading the smiling badger into the house, to which he immediately dropped to his knees before her. Only then did Mavis reach his eye level.\n\nHer left hand slapped across his face, the crack of impact echoing in Skiv's ears. ``You're late.'' Mavis said, cold and calculating as though she stated fact, ``Explain your tardiness, Leif.''\n\nSolemnly, the badger nodded, ``My apologies, Mistress. Traffic had impeded my speed. The details of which are nothing but excuses,'' he bowed down to her feet, ``This servant will accept any punishment that you deem worthy of him.'' Leif ended his explanation with a soft kiss to the fox's feet.\n\nRolling her eyes, the white vixen signaled for him to stand, ``I'll punish you later. We have much work to do in establishing a company foothold in this city. We'll keep your things in my room, for now, so come along.'' She ordered. Leif nodded, following Mavis with a small smile crossing his lips. Skiv saw the fox look down on her upon leaving, feeling the cold disdain that only made her rage burn more. \n\n``That was pathetic.'' Skiv said as soon as they were out of earshot, more for Eric's safety than her own. At least, she told herself that. ``She treats him like dirt and he facking smiles. Must be some brainwashed slave.''\n\n``The Karbon's hate dolls,'' Jennifer said, stepping up and returning to her work, ``A slave that needs to be programmed is no better than a simple drone. Master Alfred is a very practical owner, only taking slaves that are worthwhile to him and his household. It's a trait he instills in all of his children.''\n\n``Oh really?'' Skiv said with sarcasm, ``And I suppose you enjoy getting slapped around for being late?''\n\n``If I could be so lucky...'' Jennifer said, biting her lip while working, ``My direct owner is too busy with her personal projects to oversee me, and her siblings do not see it fit to directly punish me for mistakes. It's cruel really, to use me against her.''\n\n``Cruel?'' Skiv said, ``Against her? The fack are you talking about?''\n\nThe bat paused, holding her feather duster frozen above her before exhaling and facing Skiv with a blush, ``Well...while we are owned by the Karbon household, our masters have an unspoken rule on responsibility towards property. Whoever has connections to the product, whether it be by them asking for it, getting it, or being gifted for it, is responsible for it. So any mistakes I make, they are reported to my owner, young mistress Harriet.''\n\n``And how's that cruel to her?'' Skiv said, holding back her tongue on arguing how she isn't anyone's property, despite what the scans read. ``You're the slave.''\n\n``And she's the struggling artist.'' Jennifer said without any hint of regret, ``Mistress Harriet is filled with such passion and taste, but she has yet to find a proper art to express it. She toils away in her room, sculpting, painting, writing, and even playing music, but she can never find one that fits her. And...'' Twisting her skirt, the bat's bashful but guilt-ridden eyes stared at the floor, ``And if my mistake disturbs her...then I'm hampering her progress. But...as selfish as I am to say this...I miss her attention.'' She stared down the hall Mavis and Leif walked down, the desire exposed by her blush, ``I'm envious of mistress Mavis's slave. He's only just arrived and already felt the sting of her hand...'' The bat brought her cybernetic hand to her face, caressing her chin. She shuddered, ``To feel my mistress's touch again...''\n\n``You're facking nuts.'' Skiv said, crossing her arms and trying her damnedest to not think about holding Eric like how Jennifer wished to be touched, ``You're a slave. You're not a person. Doesn't that piss you off?''\n\nJennifer returned a blank stare, followed by a blink, ``Why should I be for that? I'm grateful for the kindness of the Karbon's.''\n\n``Grateful?'' Skiv reached her boiling point, stomping over and grabbing Jennifer's arms, ``They took your wings away! Why would you be grateful.''\n\nJennifer's confused gaze grew to a smile. The bun's glare only grew bewildered at the bat's sudden realization. The maid laughed, pulling back her arm with strength Skiv couldn't hold, ``I lost my wings long before I met my mistress,'' she said, marveling at her cybernetic replacements, ``These were a gift from her. A symbol of how much she cares.'' Popping up her AR feed, she checked the time, ``We have an hour before the head maid asks for inspection. That should be plenty of time.''\n\n``Time for what?''\n\n``To share the story of how a class three brothel whore with a facked nervous system met an angel who carried her off from hell.''\n\n***\n\n``Sing for me!'' the blonde vixen shouted, cracking her whip across Jennifer's back. Pleasure and pain ripped through the bat's nervous system, sending an orgasmic flow shivering through her body. Not enough to make her cum, but enough to return with a delightful scream her client loved so much.\n\n``Yes...'' Harriet muttered, her breath echoing throughout the private dungeon the brothel provided, ``Such a beautiful voice...so much talent.'' \n\nJennifer shuddered in delicious pain as the vixen dragged her fingers along the whip marks of her back. While tears ran down her face from the pain, she couldn't help but smile. Her body, broken thanks to a failed surgery, made the pain so delicious despite her subconscious screaming it wasn't. Her legs struggled to keep her steady, a need propped up only by the chain around her neck choking her if she failed to stand. She used to have other restraints to prevent that, but a certain sadistic client removed the need for them.\n\nHer client's breasts pressed against her back, nose deep into the bat's headfur and taking a long whiff, ``You poor thing...they make you work, even when healing.'' \n\n``W-work is work, Ma'am,'' she said, her mouth dry from the screams. The nubs where her wings used to be were still healing, and already she both dreaded and looked forward to the brothel master's idea of attaching hooks to her nubs. Maybe they'd finally remove her legs as well, make her a limbless fuckdoll like she was supposed to be. The thought continued the flow of tears, a fate she despised yet made her drip from between her legs.\n\n``This isn't work...'' The fox said, unhooking the chain from her neck, ``People are paid for their work. You're nothing more than an object to these thugs.'' Harriet pulled her closer, cradling the bat in her arms with a warmth she didn't deserve, ``They're wasting you here. So many would kill for a voice like yours.''\n\n``M-Ma'am...please...'' Jennifer blushed, nestled in the vixen's arms with no way to escape, ``I don't deserve-''\n\n``Shut up,'' Harriet ordered, ``Don't tell me what you don't deserve. If you were to sing, you'd be better than so many so-called celebrities. You have a talent I dream for...yet I can't even be envious of you.'' She hugged her tight, ``It's so beautiful that I want to nurture it. Like an angel.''\n\nNo, she wasn't an angel. Jennifer was no more than a whore in a third-class brothel, a pain toy for criminals and sadists who couldn't express their hatred out to their own bosses. Her own parents sold her to this place to repay a debt, one that she never saw ending because of how worthless she was. That's why a client could hack off her arms and no one would care.\n\nNo one but this fox, who had been seeing her for three months. This young lady, who wished to hear Jennifer speak, even sing what few songs she knew. Someone who smiled whenever they met, a smile that warmed the bat's remnants of a soul. If she still had her wings, she'd embrace the fox. Hold her tight like this was the last time she'd see her.\n\nBecause the moment Harriet walked out those doors, Jennifer wasn't sure they would ever meet again.\n\n``That's it.'' Harriet said, ``I've made up my mind.''\n\n``P-Pardon?'' Jennifer asked, blinking up to the fox. \n\nSmiling, Harriet ruffled the headfur between the bat's ears. ``You're coming home with me, today. You deserve a place that treats you better.''\n\nShe blinked again, staring at the carefree expression of her client. She had to be joking right? Some sort of sick prank to hurt her mentally? That's the only pain that didn't bring pleasure after all, the kind the real sadists used against her. ``I...what?''\n\n``I'm buying you, silly.'' She said, booping the bat's nose.\n\n``But...you already bought me. That's what the session is for.'' She explained, knowing but still not believing what the fox implied. Jennifer had to have misheard her. No one wanted a broken girl like her, least of all someone as talkative or willing to listen as Harriet. \n\nShe laughed, so much that she snorted and blushed in embarrassment, hiding her gaze from Jennifer. ``No, silly. I'm buying you. I'm sure you have a contract that I can buy off. I know mother and father will interject, but it's money I saved up, so I should do what I want with it.'' Resting Jennifer against the nearby ransacked bed, the vixen put her pink dress back on. A tight gown that emphasized her thin form, added with a small purple scarf that did little more than act as a fashionable accessory. \n\nJennifer still couldn't believe her ears. She was being bought? By her? The bat fought back her smile, struggling against the wave of relief crashing against her. This couldn't be real, she had to be dreaming.\n\nThe door to her room cracked open. Glancing over, Jennifer felt her dream shift into a nightmare at the hammerhead sharkman stepping into her room. Carrying scars across his muscular arms, he stared into the room with a glare of annoyance that she'd seen all too often. The bat gulped, biting her lip and cursing at how her legs quivered at the sight of him, a mix of fear and excitement she knew was thanks to her facked nerves. The frustrated sadist who took her wings, shark who her owner believed was her favorite customer: Francis, a class three fisherman.\n\n``What's the holdup?'' He asked with a guttural growl, ``Some of us paid good money to beat a bitch, and we don't appreciate waitin.''\n\nJennifer reached for Harriet with her feet, but the vixen stood out of her grasp. With pep in her step, the blonde fox smiled, ``I apologize for the wait. But you're going to have to find reschedule with a new girl. This one is going to be mine.''\n\nThe eyes on the side of his head blinked. Francis turned to her, then to Jennifer, ``Yers? The fack do you mean, girlie?''\n\n``Well, I'm buying her contract.'' She said matter of factly, ``So you best move on and find another whore to play with. Jennifer is-''\n\n``Not fer sale,'' the shark said, ``Last I checked anyway. Even if she was, no one who frequents this place could `ford her. Now git out of this room `cause I've had a rough day and I don't like an audience.''\n\n``Sir...I don't think you understand,'' Harriet said, frowning and stealing a gaze to the fearful bat, ``She's going to be my property. I'm about to go and speak with the manager right now. I'll have this all-'' Francis grabbed her throat before she could finish, lifting her up with those strong worksman hands that had strangled Jennifer time and time again.\n\n``I paid fer time. This is my bitch right now, not yers.'' He growled, ``If you utter another word about-''\n\nJennifer acted before she realized it. Without her wings, she couldn't keep balanced for long, but she was stable enough to swipe her talons against Francis's chest. ``Let her go!'' She screamed, crashing to the floor, ``You can't harm my client!''\n\nFrancis gave a wide sharp-toothed grin as she hit the floor, placing his foot over the bat's skull and pushing down, ``Ya almost made me bleed. Guess I'll make ya drip red later.'' He said, pulling down his pants to reveal the two hardening cocks, ``You know, I've had a bad enough day. I'm sure good ol' Reggie will understand if I have a client of his watch me rail your holes.'' He said, pulling in Harriet closer, ``What do ya say, love?'' The shark asked, loosening his grip just enough for her to say something, ``Fancy watching me impale this flapless flapper?''\n\n``Mallory!'' Harriet screamed, the vibrations in the air gave Jennifer a splitting headache thanks to her sensitive ears. She felt the footsteps before she saw them, black heels slamming into the floor with such precision that they could run perfectly in them. \n\nFrancis screamed. Blood drenched the floor under his grip, followed by Harriet hitting the floor and his forearm flopping against it. He stepped back, giving Jennifer the freedom to look up and see him clutching the stump of his arm. A raccoon in a maid outfit kneeled before Harriet, inspecting her neck for damage and apologizing for her inaction sooner. \n\n``Please punish me when you are safe, young mistress,'' she pleaded. The bat saw a hint of blood around the woman's right fingers, but no cuts to indicate it was hers. Harriet grabbed her own neck, coughing mad as she tried to regain her breathing. \n\n``You facking whore!'' Francis cried, ``I need that arm to fish. How am I-'' A heel slammed into his face before Jennifer could blink. He tumbled to the floor, gagging as the raccoon maid planted her heels into his neck gils.\n\n``Anyone to touch a member of the Karbon family shall lose their hand,'' she muttered with cold precision, ``The only reason I haven't gutted you like the fish you are, is because of the annoyance of paperwork. But I will gladly put myself through that if it means keeping my owner safe, you third class dockscum.''\n\nJennifer swore the room temperature dropped a degree with each word the raccoon uttered. Harriet wrapped her arms around the bat, the brief pain of clutching her healing nubs didn't matter in the warmth of the vixen. Safe, that's how she felt, for the first time in her life. Even the icy glare of the raccoon staring back at her over her shoulder didn't remove the feeling.\n\n``By Frigg, what's going on?'' \n\nThey all turned to the terrified possum standing in the door. Reginald, the brothel owner and the closest thing Jennifer had to a caretaker, stared at the bleeding shark and the chilling maid with the blood drained from his face. Arms behind her back, Mallory removed her foot from Francis's gils and stepped over him, standing eye to eye with the dirty suited owner.\n\n``Are you the owner of this establishment?'' \n\n``Y-Yeah.'' Reggie said, regaining his composure and grimacing up to the maid, ``Do you have any idea-''\n\n``Your client harmed Harriet Karbon, youngest daughter of Alfred Karbon, CEO of Spartan Inc.'' Mallory explained, ``If that name does not sound familiar, then do note that my mistress here is a class one citizen of Atlantis, one that has been assaulted by a consumer at this establishment. I acted as per my duty as her protector, but the event has been traumatizing. As such, compensation will be required.''\n\n``C-Compensation?'' He muttered, glancing back at the forearmless sharkman, ``You...you cut his facking arm off and you want compensation?'' The possum growled, ``I should be calling security-''\n\n``Please do. I would be happy to show them the illegal operations you have running in here. Like the fake slave certificates on several classless. Really, it's amazing how cheap you are when you consider how inexpensive slavery is, but I imagine your more sadistic clientele don't like dealing with extra paperwork.'' \n\nShe'd never seen Reggie take a step back like that. The fear in his eyes, the way his tail stood on end, he looked just as fearful as any new girl or boy he brought in. ``I...'' He smiled, clasping his hands together and bowing before the maid, ``What can I, a humble entrepreneur, offer as compensation for the lovely lady?''\n\n``Do not ask me, worm.'' Mallory said, grabbing his black headfur and dragging him into the room, ``Ask the lady herself.'' Tossing him to the floor, Mallory forced his head to the ground, ``Beg for my mistress's forgiveness and-''\n\n``That's enough, Mallory,'' Harriet ordered, pulling Jennifer up with her to stand, ``He gets the point.''\n\n``The lower classes need constant reminders, young mistress. But...'' Sighing, the raccoon let go of the possum and stood tall, ``Very well. Please tell him your demands.''\n\nThe vixen's warm hand squeezed Jennifer's ass, making the girl blush before her contract holder, ``I want this girl. I'll offer payment for her. How does-''\n\n``N-No...'' Reginald said, stopping and looking over to Mallory's digital glare before continuing with a soft but nervous laugh, ``I-It's no trouble. You can have her for free. Y-You'd be doing me a service even, getting rid of such a defecti-''\n\n``Excellent,'' Harriet chimed, pulling Jennifer close and whisking her away, ``Mallory, please be a dear and get all the documents required from him. I'll sign them in the VTOL.''\n\nNodding, Mallory asked, ``Shall I request a slave crate for the product?''\n\n``No need,'' Harriet answered, ``She'll be riding next to me. I have no doubts that you will have trouble cleaning whatever mess her filthy body will make.''\n\nIt was all happening so fast. Jennifer couldn't process it all as Harriet pulled her by the waist out of her room, down the hall, and back outside. She stood frozen, staring up into the ceiling that substituted the sky on this level. When was the last time she'd even seen it? Smelled the fish scent ridden air alone rather than off the backs of clients? Tears swelled in her eyes, she had to be dreaming. A cruel dream caused by traumatic pain overload. Any second she'd wake up in her bed, body weary in pain and pleasure that she couldn't escape from.\n\nOne step into the VTOL, and that perception was broken. This was no dream, the smell of high-quality synthleather told her as much. Harriet placed the bat next to her, sitting her down on seats comfier than her own bed. \n\n``I'm...really leaving?'' She asked, ``I...but...I...''\n\n``Shh...'' the vixen whispered, placing her finger across the bat's lips and pulling her in to rest against her lap, ``You're really leaving. I'm going to make you a star, Jenny. Like you deserve.''\n\nDeep down, she still believed she didn't deserve anything like that or anything like this. But she smiled anyway, closing her eyes and resting peacefully for the first time in her life. \n\n***\n\n``What she mean by that?'' Skiv asked, sounding more interested in the story than she expected, ``A star. Pretty sure those are just the rare twinkles in the sky, right?''\n\nJennifer laughed, ``No, no. Mistress wished to make me famous for my voice. But...'' She looked up to the second floor, staring at the door to Harriet's room. Sighing, she closed her eyes, ``There were a few lessons after they gave me these arms. But she slowly forgot about it. Maybe she realized that I wasn't worth it. My nerves are too facked up to really be fixed, and I only make the best sounds when I'm in pain. She returned to other interests, painting is her latest endeavor.'' \n\n``Sounds like lying is her main focus,'' Skiv muttered aloud, ```Cause you ain't famous. All you are is some maid in a classer home.''\n\n``And I'm the happiest I've ever been,'' Jennifer said, returning to her dusting, ``I never wanted fame, Sarah. I never really wanted anything until Mistress Harriet stole my heart. Now all I wish is to make her happy. To see that smile across her face, it fills me with pleasure greater than the deepest pain. Sometimes, when I'm between chores or find myself with freetime, I wait outside my Mistress's door and sing to her before being called back to work. It started as something selfish, a way to keep in contact with her when she was preoccupied. But she hasn't told me to stop, so I hope my voice is inspiring her work.''\n\nSkiv didn't have a response to that. At least, not one that could give her any proper reaction from the daft bat. Looking up to that blonde fox's room, she rationalized her disdain. Some uppity bitch who's too focused on making things look nice practically brainwashed this bat into being her devoted little whore. \n\nBut was this life worse for her? Skiv grit her teeth at the thought, knowing full well how cruel the classless had it in the `brothels', and by the sound of Jennifer's experience, low-class ones could afford to pay for some really facked up shit. Back home, Skiv only saw mercy in the stupid or the fakes. Those that just wanted your back turned so they could ring your neck. Yet, two members of this classer family `helped' people of lower stature. Eric saving Skiv from death, and his sister taking Jennifer out of hell and giving her some new arms. \n\nMaybe the rich could afford mercy. But as soon as they couldn't, they'd turn on each other. That's just how things worked.\n\nA holoscreen popped before the bat's eyes, ``Oh. Sarah,''\n\n``Skiv.'' The rabbit corrected.\n\n``Sarah, Mallory wishes to meet with you in the gymnasium. You are overdue for combat training.''\n\nSmiling, Skiv cracked her knuckles. Her morning lessons with the bitch were a pain, but the afternoon training made for great stress killing. Of course, there were still annoyances with that, like how to properly hold certain weapons, stances, and all other junk that Skiv couldn't see the point of. The rabbit knew how to hold a knife, she'd been stabbing for most of her life.\n\n``Right then, I'll just be heading out to the lift.'' She said, walking away with Jennifer at her heels. Skiv would tell the bat to buzz off, but she knew they wouldn't be giving her free roam in this house just yet, not unless Drips ordered it. \n\nSkiv had a moment to herself at the lift, crossing her arms and watching the numbers climbdown while thinking about Jennifer's story. Now that she thought about it, the head bitch said something similar about her introduction to this family. They had to have been indoctrinated or something. Maybe all that metal in them facked with their brains. She'd need to keep a watchful eye out for anything like that. Last thing Skiv needed was to delightfully kiss the ground this classer fackers walked on.\n\nMallory waited for her at the door, standing tall in her maid outfit like she didn't look the least bit ridiculous to Skiv. ``You're late.'' She said, the light from the ceiling bulbs glancing off of her glasses.\n\n``Jennifer was tellin-'' Mallory cut her off with a slap. Grabbing her face, she forced Skiv's blue eyes into her mechanical.\n\n``No excuses.'' She said, barely a whisper, ``Only apologies. Are we clear.''\n\nHer thumb against the sore cheek had Skiv grimacing. ``Crystal...'' She uttered. The coon let go, giving Skiv the freedom to rub the soreness away. Following the raccoon down the empty corridors of the basement levels, they reached the changing room where Skiv stripped off her weighted vest and underwear, replacing it with tight and bright blue workout gear that covered her like a second skin. ``Today we'll be testing your basic training so far. See what you have learned in this short amount of time.''\n\nHer ears perked at that, ``Really? So we get a rematch?''\n\n``Of course not,'' Mallory said, grabbing Skiv by her headfur with strength not belonging to a woman of her stature and tossing her into the gym, ``Your opponent is waiting for you already.''\n\nMuttering another curse, Skiv patted her head to soothe herself. Looking up, she saw the badger that entered in from earlier, wearing the same outfit except a bright red. \n\nHe didn't smile, staring her down like one of those corpo security officers only without the helmet. ``I hope for your sake, you are a fast learner.'' He muttered, getting into a shoulder wide combat sense, ``My mistress outranks your master's concern.''\n\nShe blinked. Turning her head left, Skiv saw the white-furred fox sitting comfortably on a synthleather armchair behind glass, with Drips sitting beside her looking very worried. ``So, that's how it is, huh?'' The rabbit said, more to herself than anyone else. Facing Leif, she took her stance and prepared herself. \n\n``Let's see if the white one likes screams.''\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "It'd been two weeks since Skiv, or `Sarah' as everyone in the damn house kept calling her, had locked Eric's cock in that cage. Two weeks of being taught words and numbers by that uptight coon bitch who added extra weights to the rabbit's vest whenever she got a question wrong. As much as Skiv wanted to avoid wearing a stupid frilly maid outfit, the underwear and weight filled vest they made her wear in replacement of it wasn't what she'd call comfy.

Ok, the panties were the most comfortable thing she'd ever felt on her dick. But that was beside the point. While her time in the slums had exposed Skiv to plenty of debaucheries, she couldn't help but feel more exposed with just the weighted vest and underwear. They slowed her down, and weren't even good protection. The only reason Mallory even gave her panties was so the coon wouldn't need to waste products in cleaning wherever Skiv sat over and over.

Not that Skiv understood why she was worried. The rabbit had been getting more showers than she'd ever had. The lack of dirt in her fur still seemed too good to be true.

Outside of the annoying lessons, Mallory had Skiv exercise and train in combat. The actual exercise was a pain, but any chance to spar with the annoying bitch was worth the frustration. With every match, Skiv grew more and more confident against her. She smiled, maybe soon she'd finally bring that bitch down.

``What are you thinking about?'' Jennifer asked.

Skiv blinked, shaking her head back into reality at the bat's question. ``Wha...nothin.'' She said, crossing her arms and leaning against the wall, ``Just bored is all.''

The maid tilted her head, ``Why? We have so much work to do, Sarah.''

``Skiv,'' the rabbit growled, ``And I don't have work to do. I'm not a maid.''

``Sarah, actually. According to Head Maid Mallory,'' Jennifer said, smiling blissfully despite the fury emanating from the black bun, ``And even so, Mallory assigned you to me to learn. So you should help.''

``You're saying that, but I haven't seen you order me around.'' Skiv said, ``I don't get what I'm supposed to learn by watching your ass.'' Jennifer blushed at that, not that Skiv really cared. Even with being born with a cock and a cunt, she'd never been that attracted to ladies. Nor masculine guys either. Eric had the right kind of ass for her, though he could do a bit more to make it stand out. She smiled, thinking about making him do squats in front of her to earn the right to suck her off.

``Well...'' Jennifer tapped her fingers nervously, ``You should be learning how to hold yourself in the household. After all, we are servants. For example, you shouldn't be leaning against the wall like that, it implies standards above your station.''

Skiv looked around the room, the same room she'd been in where Mallory nearly killed her. Weapons dotted the wall, most with their firing mechanism removed. To the coon's surprise, Skiv had picked up reading quickly. The big words were still difficult, but she could read things like `rifle' and `pistol' well enough. ``And what if I am?'' She asked, ``You gonna force me off?''

Stepping to Skiv, Jennifer's smile didn't waver. ``Oh no, I detest violence,'' the bat said, clasping her cyberarms together, ``I just thought-'' Her ears twitched. Eyes widened and pupils dilated. Before Skiv could blink, Jennifer ripped the bun off the wall and forced her on her knees.

``What are-''

``Shh,'' The bat whispered, ``For your sake, be quiet, one of the masters is approaching.''

Any complaint or struggle was met with strength afforded only through cybernetics as the bat's metallic arms held Skiv in place. It didn't take long for the bun to realize how dangerous Jennifer could be if she actually got a hold of her, as much as that frustrated her.

Steps echoed down the hall, and soon Skiv saw two white furred paws step into the living room. ``Welcome, Mistress Mavis,'' Jennifer said, keeping Skiv's head low with her grip. While she couldn't see it, the bun could feel the cold gaze emanating off the white fox. She still had trouble accepting that this tall bitch was Eric's older sister. Then again, Skiv didn't know anything about siblings.

``Why is she not in uniform?'' Mavis asked, her tone as cold and disinterested as the climates her fur worked best in.

``My humblest apologies, Mistress Mavis,'' Jennifer said, her ass-kissing making Skiv roll her eyes as she stared at the ground, ``But the Head-Maid has not deemed Sarah ready for such a uniform. She is to be Young Master Eric's bodyguard, henceforth it is his decision on what clothes she wears. Until then, she is wearing bare necessities so that she does not tarnish any surface her body touches.''

``I see.'' Mavis said, her foot stepping closer to Skiv's gaze, ``Mallory always was the dramatic sort.'' Skiv felt another hand grab her headfur, pulling her up as Jennifer reflexively let go. Cybernetic yellow eyes stared back at her, giving off a look of contempt behind the cold replication of visual organs, ``So you are the classless my lazy younger brother found.'' Cybernetic fingers let go, only to grab Skiv's muzzle and squeeze tight as she inspected the bun's face, ``Surprisingly healthy, given your origin. I suppose that's how you fooled him, he's got a pathetic obsession with the `tough girl' look. But a bodyguard?'' She sighed, ``I had hoped he'd have a better sense of judgement and taste. I struggle to prove my family's worth while my siblings continue to make poor choices. Disgraceful.''

Skiv saw Jennifer's lip quiver at that, not enough to break her calm mask for Mavis to notice. She wanted to toss a few choice words back at the white fox, but she wasn't stupid. Angry, sure, but enough sessions with Mallory told Skiv that if she couldn't control her anger, she couldn't watch over Drips. The rabbit wouldn't forget the insult, however, not by a long shot.

A holoscreen popped up over Mavis's eyes. Her brow furrowed, ``He's late.'' She said, letting go of Skiv and wiping her right hand across her red tunic, ``Sarah, I suggest you watch the next interaction with focus. It will do you good for your training.''

Rubbing her chin out of Mavis's sight, Skiv scoffed at the fox's request. Not that she looked away, the movement at the door took her attention. Opening automatically, a large badger stood out in the doorway, carrying a duffel bag slung across his shoulder and dressed in military gear minus the standard armor over it. Mavis curled her finger to him, leading the smiling badger into the house, to which he immediately dropped to his knees before her. Only then did Mavis reach his eye level.

Her left hand slapped across his face, the crack of impact echoing in Skiv's ears. ``You're late.'' Mavis said, cold and calculating as though she stated fact, ``Explain your tardiness, Leif.''

Solemnly, the badger nodded, ``My apologies, Mistress. Traffic had impeded my speed. The details of which are nothing but excuses,'' he bowed down to her feet, ``This servant will accept any punishment that you deem worthy of him.'' Leif ended his explanation with a soft kiss to the fox's feet.

Rolling her eyes, the white vixen signaled for him to stand, ``I'll punish you later. We have much work to do in establishing a company foothold in this city. We'll keep your things in my room, for now, so come along.'' She ordered. Leif nodded, following Mavis with a small smile crossing his lips. Skiv saw the fox look down on her upon leaving, feeling the cold disdain that only made her rage burn more.

``That was pathetic.'' Skiv said as soon as they were out of earshot, more for Eric's safety than her own. At least, she told herself that. ``She treats him like dirt and he facking smiles. Must be some brainwashed slave.''

``The Karbon's hate dolls,'' Jennifer said, stepping up and returning to her work, ``A slave that needs to be programmed is no better than a simple drone. Master Alfred is a very practical owner, only taking slaves that are worthwhile to him and his household. It's a trait he instills in all of his children.''

``Oh really?'' Skiv said with sarcasm, ``And I suppose you enjoy getting slapped around for being late?''

``If I could be so lucky...'' Jennifer said, biting her lip while working, ``My direct owner is too busy with her personal projects to oversee me, and her siblings do not see it fit to directly punish me for mistakes. It's cruel really, to use me against her.''

``Cruel?'' Skiv said, ``Against her? The fack are you talking about?''

The bat paused, holding her feather duster frozen above her before exhaling and facing Skiv with a blush, ``Well...while we are owned by the Karbon household, our masters have an unspoken rule on responsibility towards property. Whoever has connections to the product, whether it be by them asking for it, getting it, or being gifted for it, is responsible for it. So any mistakes I make, they are reported to my owner, young mistress Harriet.''

``And how's that cruel to her?'' Skiv said, holding back her tongue on arguing how she isn't anyone's property, despite what the scans read. ``You're the slave.''

``And she's the struggling artist.'' Jennifer said without any hint of regret, ``Mistress Harriet is filled with such passion and taste, but she has yet to find a proper art to express it. She toils away in her room, sculpting, painting, writing, and even playing music, but she can never find one that fits her. And...'' Twisting her skirt, the bat's bashful but guilt-ridden eyes stared at the floor, ``And if my mistake disturbs her...then I'm hampering her progress. But...as selfish as I am to say this...I miss her attention.'' She stared down the hall Mavis and Leif walked down, the desire exposed by her blush, ``I'm envious of mistress Mavis's slave. He's only just arrived and already felt the sting of her hand...'' The bat brought her cybernetic hand to her face, caressing her chin. She shuddered, ``To feel my mistress's touch again...''

``You're facking nuts.'' Skiv said, crossing her arms and trying her damnedest to not think about holding Eric like how Jennifer wished to be touched, ``You're a slave. You're not a person. Doesn't that piss you off?''

Jennifer returned a blank stare, followed by a blink, ``Why should I be for that? I'm grateful for the kindness of the Karbon's.''

``Grateful?'' Skiv reached her boiling point, stomping over and grabbing Jennifer's arms, ``They took your wings away! Why would you be grateful.''

Jennifer's confused gaze grew to a smile. The bun's glare only grew bewildered at the bat's sudden realization. The maid laughed, pulling back her arm with strength Skiv couldn't hold, ``I lost my wings long before I met my mistress,'' she said, marveling at her cybernetic replacements, ``These were a gift from her. A symbol of how much she cares.'' Popping up her AR feed, she checked the time, ``We have an hour before the head maid asks for inspection. That should be plenty of time.''

``Time for what?''

``To share the story of how a class three brothel whore with a facked nervous system met an angel who carried her off from hell.''

***

``Sing for me!'' the blonde vixen shouted, cracking her whip across Jennifer's back. Pleasure and pain ripped through the bat's nervous system, sending an orgasmic flow shivering through her body. Not enough to make her cum, but enough to return with a delightful scream her client loved so much.

``Yes...'' Harriet muttered, her breath echoing throughout the private dungeon the brothel provided, ``Such a beautiful voice...so much talent.''

Jennifer shuddered in delicious pain as the vixen dragged her fingers along the whip marks of her back. While tears ran down her face from the pain, she couldn't help but smile. Her body, broken thanks to a failed surgery, made the pain so delicious despite her subconscious screaming it wasn't. Her legs struggled to keep her steady, a need propped up only by the chain around her neck choking her if she failed to stand. She used to have other restraints to prevent that, but a certain sadistic client removed the need for them.

Her client's breasts pressed against her back, nose deep into the bat's headfur and taking a long whiff, ``You poor thing...they make you work, even when healing.''

``W-work is work, Ma'am,'' she said, her mouth dry from the screams. The nubs where her wings used to be were still healing, and already she both dreaded and looked forward to the brothel master's idea of attaching hooks to her nubs. Maybe they'd finally remove her legs as well, make her a limbless fuckdoll like she was supposed to be. The thought continued the flow of tears, a fate she despised yet made her drip from between her legs.

``This isn't work...'' The fox said, unhooking the chain from her neck, ``People are paid for their work. You're nothing more than an object to these thugs.'' Harriet pulled her closer, cradling the bat in her arms with a warmth she didn't deserve, ``They're wasting you here. So many would kill for a voice like yours.''

``M-Ma'am...please...'' Jennifer blushed, nestled in the vixen's arms with no way to escape, ``I don't deserve-''

``Shut up,'' Harriet ordered, ``Don't tell me what you don't deserve. If you were to sing, you'd be better than so many so-called celebrities. You have a talent I dream for...yet I can't even be envious of you.'' She hugged her tight, ``It's so beautiful that I want to nurture it. Like an angel.''

No, she wasn't an angel. Jennifer was no more than a whore in a third-class brothel, a pain toy for criminals and sadists who couldn't express their hatred out to their own bosses. Her own parents sold her to this place to repay a debt, one that she never saw ending because of how worthless she was. That's why a client could hack off her arms and no one would care.

No one but this fox, who had been seeing her for three months. This young lady, who wished to hear Jennifer speak, even sing what few songs she knew. Someone who smiled whenever they met, a smile that warmed the bat's remnants of a soul. If she still had her wings, she'd embrace the fox. Hold her tight like this was the last time she'd see her.

Because the moment Harriet walked out those doors, Jennifer wasn't sure they would ever meet again.

``That's it.'' Harriet said, ``I've made up my mind.''

``P-Pardon?'' Jennifer asked, blinking up to the fox.

Smiling, Harriet ruffled the headfur between the bat's ears. ``You're coming home with me, today. You deserve a place that treats you better.''

She blinked again, staring at the carefree expression of her client. She had to be joking right? Some sort of sick prank to hurt her mentally? That's the only pain that didn't bring pleasure after all, the kind the real sadists used against her. ``I...what?''

``I'm buying you, silly.'' She said, booping the bat's nose.

``But...you already bought me. That's what the session is for.'' She explained, knowing but still not believing what the fox implied. Jennifer had to have misheard her. No one wanted a broken girl like her, least of all someone as talkative or willing to listen as Harriet.

She laughed, so much that she snorted and blushed in embarrassment, hiding her gaze from Jennifer. ``No, silly. I'm buying you. I'm sure you have a contract that I can buy off. I know mother and father will interject, but it's money I saved up, so I should do what I want with it.'' Resting Jennifer against the nearby ransacked bed, the vixen put her pink dress back on. A tight gown that emphasized her thin form, added with a small purple scarf that did little more than act as a fashionable accessory.

Jennifer still couldn't believe her ears. She was being bought? By her? The bat fought back her smile, struggling against the wave of relief crashing against her. This couldn't be real, she had to be dreaming.

The door to her room cracked open. Glancing over, Jennifer felt her dream shift into a nightmare at the hammerhead sharkman stepping into her room. Carrying scars across his muscular arms, he stared into the room with a glare of annoyance that she'd seen all too often. The bat gulped, biting her lip and cursing at how her legs quivered at the sight of him, a mix of fear and excitement she knew was thanks to her facked nerves. The frustrated sadist who took her wings, shark who her owner believed was her favorite customer: Francis, a class three fisherman.

``What's the holdup?'' He asked with a guttural growl, ``Some of us paid good money to beat a bitch, and we don't appreciate waitin.''

Jennifer reached for Harriet with her feet, but the vixen stood out of her grasp. With pep in her step, the blonde fox smiled, ``I apologize for the wait. But you're going to have to find reschedule with a new girl. This one is going to be mine.''

The eyes on the side of his head blinked. Francis turned to her, then to Jennifer, ``Yers? The fack do you mean, girlie?''

``Well, I'm buying her contract.'' She said matter of factly, ``So you best move on and find another whore to play with. Jennifer is-''

``Not fer sale,'' the shark said, ``Last I checked anyway. Even if she was, no one who frequents this place could `ford her. Now git out of this room `cause I've had a rough day and I don't like an audience.''

``Sir...I don't think you understand,'' Harriet said, frowning and stealing a gaze to the fearful bat, ``She's going to be my property. I'm about to go and speak with the manager right now. I'll have this all-'' Francis grabbed her throat before she could finish, lifting her up with those strong worksman hands that had strangled Jennifer time and time again.

``I paid fer time. This is my bitch right now, not yers.'' He growled, ``If you utter another word about-''

Jennifer acted before she realized it. Without her wings, she couldn't keep balanced for long, but she was stable enough to swipe her talons against Francis's chest. ``Let her go!'' She screamed, crashing to the floor, ``You can't harm my client!''

Francis gave a wide sharp-toothed grin as she hit the floor, placing his foot over the bat's skull and pushing down, ``Ya almost made me bleed. Guess I'll make ya drip red later.'' He said, pulling down his pants to reveal the two hardening cocks, ``You know, I've had a bad enough day. I'm sure good ol' Reggie will understand if I have a client of his watch me rail your holes.'' He said, pulling in Harriet closer, ``What do ya say, love?'' The shark asked, loosening his grip just enough for her to say something, ``Fancy watching me impale this flapless flapper?''

``Mallory!'' Harriet screamed, the vibrations in the air gave Jennifer a splitting headache thanks to her sensitive ears. She felt the footsteps before she saw them, black heels slamming into the floor with such precision that they could run perfectly in them.

Francis screamed. Blood drenched the floor under his grip, followed by Harriet hitting the floor and his forearm flopping against it. He stepped back, giving Jennifer the freedom to look up and see him clutching the stump of his arm. A raccoon in a maid outfit kneeled before Harriet, inspecting her neck for damage and apologizing for her inaction sooner.

``Please punish me when you are safe, young mistress,'' she pleaded. The bat saw a hint of blood around the woman's right fingers, but no cuts to indicate it was hers. Harriet grabbed her own neck, coughing mad as she tried to regain her breathing.

``You facking whore!'' Francis cried, ``I need that arm to fish. How am I-'' A heel slammed into his face before Jennifer could blink. He tumbled to the floor, gagging as the raccoon maid planted her heels into his neck gils.

``Anyone to touch a member of the Karbon family shall lose their hand,'' she muttered with cold precision, ``The only reason I haven't gutted you like the fish you are, is because of the annoyance of paperwork. But I will gladly put myself through that if it means keeping my owner safe, you third class dockscum.''

Jennifer swore the room temperature dropped a degree with each word the raccoon uttered. Harriet wrapped her arms around the bat, the brief pain of clutching her healing nubs didn't matter in the warmth of the vixen. Safe, that's how she felt, for the first time in her life. Even the icy glare of the raccoon staring back at her over her shoulder didn't remove the feeling.

``By Frigg, what's going on?''

They all turned to the terrified possum standing in the door. Reginald, the brothel owner and the closest thing Jennifer had to a caretaker, stared at the bleeding shark and the chilling maid with the blood drained from his face. Arms behind her back, Mallory removed her foot from Francis's gils and stepped over him, standing eye to eye with the dirty suited owner.

``Are you the owner of this establishment?''

``Y-Yeah.'' Reggie said, regaining his composure and grimacing up to the maid, ``Do you have any idea-''

``Your client harmed Harriet Karbon, youngest daughter of Alfred Karbon, CEO of Spartan Inc.'' Mallory explained, ``If that name does not sound familiar, then do note that my mistress here is a class one citizen of Atlantis, one that has been assaulted by a consumer at this establishment. I acted as per my duty as her protector, but the event has been traumatizing. As such, compensation will be required.''

``C-Compensation?'' He muttered, glancing back at the forearmless sharkman, ``You...you cut his facking arm off and you want compensation?'' The possum growled, ``I should be calling security-''

``Please do. I would be happy to show them the illegal operations you have running in here. Like the fake slave certificates on several classless. Really, it's amazing how cheap you are when you consider how inexpensive slavery is, but I imagine your more sadistic clientele don't like dealing with extra paperwork.''

She'd never seen Reggie take a step back like that. The fear in his eyes, the way his tail stood on end, he looked just as fearful as any new girl or boy he brought in. ``I...'' He smiled, clasping his hands together and bowing before the maid, ``What can I, a humble entrepreneur, offer as compensation for the lovely lady?''

``Do not ask me, worm.'' Mallory said, grabbing his black headfur and dragging him into the room, ``Ask the lady herself.'' Tossing him to the floor, Mallory forced his head to the ground, ``Beg for my mistress's forgiveness and-''

``That's enough, Mallory,'' Harriet ordered, pulling Jennifer up with her to stand, ``He gets the point.''

``The lower classes need constant reminders, young mistress. But...'' Sighing, the raccoon let go of the possum and stood tall, ``Very well. Please tell him your demands.''

The vixen's warm hand squeezed Jennifer's ass, making the girl blush before her contract holder, ``I want this girl. I'll offer payment for her. How does-''

``N-No...'' Reginald said, stopping and looking over to Mallory's digital glare before continuing with a soft but nervous laugh, ``I-It's no trouble. You can have her for free. Y-You'd be doing me a service even, getting rid of such a defecti-''

``Excellent,'' Harriet chimed, pulling Jennifer close and whisking her away, ``Mallory, please be a dear and get all the documents required from him. I'll sign them in the VTOL.''

Nodding, Mallory asked, ``Shall I request a slave crate for the product?''

``No need,'' Harriet answered, ``She'll be riding next to me. I have no doubts that you will have trouble cleaning whatever mess her filthy body will make.''

It was all happening so fast. Jennifer couldn't process it all as Harriet pulled her by the waist out of her room, down the hall, and back outside. She stood frozen, staring up into the ceiling that substituted the sky on this level. When was the last time she'd even seen it? Smelled the fish scent ridden air alone rather than off the backs of clients? Tears swelled in her eyes, she had to be dreaming. A cruel dream caused by traumatic pain overload. Any second she'd wake up in her bed, body weary in pain and pleasure that she couldn't escape from.

One step into the VTOL, and that perception was broken. This was no dream, the smell of high-quality synthleather told her as much. Harriet placed the bat next to her, sitting her down on seats comfier than her own bed.

``I'm...really leaving?'' She asked, ``I...but...I...''

``Shh...'' the vixen whispered, placing her finger across the bat's lips and pulling her in to rest against her lap, ``You're really leaving. I'm going to make you a star, Jenny. Like you deserve.''

Deep down, she still believed she didn't deserve anything like that or anything like this. But she smiled anyway, closing her eyes and resting peacefully for the first time in her life.

***

``What she mean by that?'' Skiv asked, sounding more interested in the story than she expected, ``A star. Pretty sure those are just the rare twinkles in the sky, right?''

Jennifer laughed, ``No, no. Mistress wished to make me famous for my voice. But...'' She looked up to the second floor, staring at the door to Harriet's room. Sighing, she closed her eyes, ``There were a few lessons after they gave me these arms. But she slowly forgot about it. Maybe she realized that I wasn't worth it. My nerves are too facked up to really be fixed, and I only make the best sounds when I'm in pain. She returned to other interests, painting is her latest endeavor.''

``Sounds like lying is her main focus,'' Skiv muttered aloud, ```Cause you ain't famous. All you are is some maid in a classer home.''

``And I'm the happiest I've ever been,'' Jennifer said, returning to her dusting, ``I never wanted fame, Sarah. I never really wanted anything until Mistress Harriet stole my heart. Now all I wish is to make her happy. To see that smile across her face, it fills me with pleasure greater than the deepest pain. Sometimes, when I'm between chores or find myself with freetime, I wait outside my Mistress's door and sing to her before being called back to work. It started as something selfish, a way to keep in contact with her when she was preoccupied. But she hasn't told me to stop, so I hope my voice is inspiring her work.''

Skiv didn't have a response to that. At least, not one that could give her any proper reaction from the daft bat. Looking up to that blonde fox's room, she rationalized her disdain. Some uppity bitch who's too focused on making things look nice practically brainwashed this bat into being her devoted little whore.

But was this life worse for her? Skiv grit her teeth at the thought, knowing full well how cruel the classless had it in the `brothels', and by the sound of Jennifer's experience, low-class ones could afford to pay for some really facked up shit. Back home, Skiv only saw mercy in the stupid or the fakes. Those that just wanted your back turned so they could ring your neck. Yet, two members of this classer family `helped' people of lower stature. Eric saving Skiv from death, and his sister taking Jennifer out of hell and giving her some new arms.

Maybe the rich could afford mercy. But as soon as they couldn't, they'd turn on each other. That's just how things worked.

A holoscreen popped before the bat's eyes, ``Oh. Sarah,''

``Skiv.'' The rabbit corrected.

``Sarah, Mallory wishes to meet with you in the gymnasium. You are overdue for combat training.''

Smiling, Skiv cracked her knuckles. Her morning lessons with the bitch were a pain, but the afternoon training made for great stress killing. Of course, there were still annoyances with that, like how to properly hold certain weapons, stances, and all other junk that Skiv couldn't see the point of. The rabbit knew how to hold a knife, she'd been stabbing for most of her life.

``Right then, I'll just be heading out to the lift.'' She said, walking away with Jennifer at her heels. Skiv would tell the bat to buzz off, but she knew they wouldn't be giving her free roam in this house just yet, not unless Drips ordered it.

Skiv had a moment to herself at the lift, crossing her arms and watching the numbers climbdown while thinking about Jennifer's story. Now that she thought about it, the head bitch said something similar about her introduction to this family. They had to have been indoctrinated or something. Maybe all that metal in them facked with their brains. She'd need to keep a watchful eye out for anything like that. Last thing Skiv needed was to delightfully kiss the ground this classer fackers walked on.

Mallory waited for her at the door, standing tall in her maid outfit like she didn't look the least bit ridiculous to Skiv. ``You're late.'' She said, the light from the ceiling bulbs glancing off of her glasses.

``Jennifer was tellin-'' Mallory cut her off with a slap. Grabbing her face, she forced Skiv's blue eyes into her mechanical.

``No excuses.'' She said, barely a whisper, ``Only apologies. Are we clear.''

Her thumb against the sore cheek had Skiv grimacing. ``Crystal...'' She uttered. The coon let go, giving Skiv the freedom to rub the soreness away. Following the raccoon down the empty corridors of the basement levels, they reached the changing room where Skiv stripped off her weighted vest and underwear, replacing it with tight and bright blue workout gear that covered her like a second skin. ``Today we'll be testing your basic training so far. See what you have learned in this short amount of time.''

Her ears perked at that, ``Really? So we get a rematch?''

``Of course not,'' Mallory said, grabbing Skiv by her headfur with strength not belonging to a woman of her stature and tossing her into the gym, ``Your opponent is waiting for you already.''

Muttering another curse, Skiv patted her head to soothe herself. Looking up, she saw the badger that entered in from earlier, wearing the same outfit except a bright red.

He didn't smile, staring her down like one of those corpo security officers only without the helmet. ``I hope for your sake, you are a fast learner.'' He muttered, getting into a shoulder wide combat sense, ``My mistress outranks your master's concern.''

She blinked. Turning her head left, Skiv saw the white-furred fox sitting comfortably on a synthleather armchair behind glass, with Drips sitting beside her looking very worried. ``So, that's how it is, huh?'' The rabbit said, more to herself than anyone else. Facing Leif, she took her stance and prepared herself.

``Let's see if the white one likes screams.''

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