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was too, since they apparently got another one. ", "writing": "Give her Everything: Part 4\n\nBy TerraMGP\n\n\tRayan didn't know what was going on. His whole body ached now. His poor butt was on fire, sloshing full of foul fluid and stuffed with a big plastic thing that kept it all in place. The object was big, and it kept reminding him of the thick dog knot he'd had in his body not that long ago. The poor ferret's tender hindquarters pulsing and his ring clenching down as if still tugging on the dog cock that had raped away his first time.\n\n\tOn its own, that would have been bad enough. Before Miss Churchill had gone insane, before she'd nabbed him up and started to do such horrible things to him, it would have already been more than his poor mind could have taken. Only now, now it was so much worse.\n\n\tRayan was tied to a chair. His arms pulled painfully behind the recliner. His legs spread to either side and bound by the ankles with some rough rope Miss Churchill had found in the garage. It was left over from the swing she'd set up for them to play on years ago, and along with being old the black and orange bundle of chord was rough and unyielding. It bit into his wrists and ankles as he tried to squirm away. Holding his joints at the point where they almost fell out of socket while at the same time being loose enough that he couldn't even fully relax in the awkward position it held him in.\n\n\tThe deranged woman who had once been like a second mother to him had left the boy tied up in the basement playroom, forced to watch a loud collection of videos. Of feminine young boys with girly haircuts writhing and kissing each other. Sucking on each others dicks or jerking each other off. Their lips painted in dark colors, their hair dyed and carefully shaped. They were older, or at least most of them were. Yet many looked about as flat and as girlish as Molly.\n\n\tRayan couldn't help but cry at the sight of them. He didn't like this. He didn't want to watch it. Watch as these filthy boys uncomfortably licked and kissed at each others muzzles. Watch as they ran their hands sensually over each others bodies the way they should be doing to girls. It was wrong and uncomfortable. It was haram. He tried to keep his eyes closed for much of it, yet the noises flooded his ears all the same and made it impossible to drive the images seared into his retinas away.\n\n\tThe worst part of all though, was Molly.\n\n\tPoor Molly. His best friend. The girl he had held a crush on for so long. The girl he thought he'd marry some day. The brown furred young squirrel had her arms tied behind her with the same rope. She was on her knees on the padded play room floor. Some kind of metal bar making it impossible for her to stand up properly. That alone would have been enough to make him feel sorry for her. But what her mother was making her do...\n\n\tRayan's little cock wasn't just hard on its own. He wished he could tell himself it wasn't due to the movie at all, but deep down he knew that wasn't the case. Still the way she teased him. The way the poor sobbing girl moved as her awkward tongue slowly traced up and down his swollen coinpurse sac. Traced its way up one side of his shaft and down the other. Meticulous movements without passion or care. More akin to her miming the kind of things he was now made to watch the boys do on screen.\n\n\tThat was the worst part. So often Rayan had imagined Molly being his wife, imagined being with her forever. Now here she was doing the kind of thing a husband and wife did. But his brain couldn't help but associate it with the pair of near identical looking bunnies, maybe twins, bent over and holding hands while a bear took turns plowing their cute rumps with his massive cock. Hammering home into one for a few thrusts then stopping and moving to the other. Fucking them mercilessly and calling them `faggots'.\n\n\tRayans shaft twitched a bit as he thought the word. As he realized he'd actually said it. Quietly, yes. But said it all the same. Something about the videos made words like that stand out. Things he'd been called in school or on the playground so many times. Horrible insults so bad that his mother had to be called in a few times in order to address it. Slowly those words, and the boys that called him those words, were hovering in the back of his mind. Adding to the unwanted pleasure Molly gave him while the sobbing squirrel girl dutifully suckled at the tip of his aching shaft.\n\n\tThere was a familiar feeling. Like a tiny bit of pee coming out, yet not quite. Something from his swollen little balls. Rayan winced at the sensation. He knew what was coming next. The poor boy barely able to cast his eyes down and shake his head, barely able to utter a word before his beloved best friend was on him.\n\n\tA kiss. Miss Churchill had said Molly would get his first kiss. She had. It was nice. Soft and sweet, even if it tasted of fear. The beautiful girl pushed against him. The two touching their tongues awkwardly. Wiggling against each other. They'd shared so many since then. All the same. Rolling little bundles of awkward affection and despair while Molly swapped a small mouth full of salty, strong fluid into his muzzle. The dark haired boy began to sob at this. He struggled and twisted fruitlessly while she kissed him so deeply. The girl of his dreams leaning her body against his, seeking to soak up all of the comfort she could while at the same time brushing the sickening taste of his own fluids against his tongue. The twisted taste of a boy, something that he should never have on his lips. Something that now made his needy shaft throb as his mind grew to feel more sickening pleasure at the sensation.\n\n\t``I'm sorry.'' Molly muttered as she finally pulled back. A string of saliva and pre running in a rope between their muzzles. She took a few moments to look listfuly into the poor boys eyes before slumping back down on the floor and crawling over to Grimm. The feral dog that had taken Rayan's `cherry', so to speak. Dutifully, the broken squirrel girl moved down and started to lap at the ferals balls and shaft. Giving them the same superficial affection she had just given Rayan. Leaving his edged shaft needy and throbbing. Loud slurps and tiny whimpers were the only thing cutting the sounds of heavy male groaning and slews of slurs. He felt jealous of the beast, in spite of everything. Most of all because Rayan knew by this point how much further the pleasure Molly was giving could go. He'd seen it. Heavy sprays of the white stuff he now guessed to be `cum' splattered all over the faces and chests of fag- of boys. He could recall watching as some big strong bull loosed a torrent on two cubs in strange rubber shirts, wearing blindfolds and things that looked like arm warmers and thigh socks also made of rubber. Watched as the shiny black material was painted with the stuff coming from the bulls shaft. \n\n\tHe didn't want to think about it. Ryan didn't want to think about the bull as he pulsed the thick white fluid out on to the whimpering, waiting girly boys. He didn't want to think about his beloved Molly gagging and choking over there wit some filthy animal, seeking a similar `reward' at the behest of her mother before crawling back and depositing it into Rayan's unwilling mouth. He didn't want to think about how tired he was. Think about his inability to escape or how sore the ropes made him. He just didn't want to think, and yet his mind was struggling for something, anything to latch on to if it meant not just passively absorbing everything he was being given.\n\n\tThe kiss came eventually. Then more teasing. Rayan's pleas that it all stop fell on deaf ears. He knew that Molly couldn't stop. Her mother had forbidden her. She'd made it very clear how things were to go, and she didn't give the squirrel cub any choice in the matter. At this point she was just a puppet. Nothing but a `thing' to carry out the will of her mother. Worse, Rayan knew that as things went on, there was a chance he could end up the same way. All the poor boy could do was pray for a miracle and mouth more hoarse, hollow apologies to Molly as she once again sent his brain into sparks and fireworks with the unwilling mechanical teasing.\n\n\tThis all had to go on for hours. Rayan was tired. He was sore. He was starving and thirsty. Molly wasn't much better. The only thing either had been given to eat or drink came from the end of a shaft, and it left Rayan feeling queasy and sick. When footsteps finally broke the monotonous sound of boys moaning and crying as a pair of 20 something wolf men knotted them, Rayan found himself barely able to pull his attention away and look over at the disheveled figure in a triforce Tee shirt and ratty cut off jeans.\n\n\tMiss Churchill walked over and set her bag down beside the chair. She looked at the boy for a long moment, then at her daughter. The squirrel quickly crouched down and pulled a large box of chicken nuggets from the plastic bag. She set the box down and opened it, quickly pushing one of the morsels into Molly's muzzle and letting her devour it. The exhausted girl nearly collapsing at her mothers feet as she was fed another, and a third.\n\n\tMuch as he hated himself for it, Rayan felt jealous. His stomach churned as he watched each and every bit of food slowly vanish into the poor girl. It was right, after all. She'd been enduring this a lot longer, and she'd been the one doing the actual work. But his body, in spite of everything, yearned for food. He needed something.\n\n\tBy the time the last nugget vanished he felt himself starting to cry. Those tears breaking into a full on sob as Miss Churchill stood and pulled something else out of the bag. He looked up hopefully. Bawling as she cupped his muzzle. His chest heaving in and out as the boy tried like hell to form the words and plead for food.\n\n\t``What's wrong? Not having fun with your girlfriend?'' Agnes snickered darkly. ``It's ok. I get it. You're probably worn down by now. You'd probably even have to pee if you weren't so dehydrated.'' The older squirrel booped his nose tip with her thumb as she said that, looking him over and grinning wickedly as the poor boy just trembled and twitched. ``Or maybe you just saw all those cute faggot boys and feel insecure now? I bet you do. After all they were so cute, and hot, and sexy. The way they lifted their tails for those big, strong men must have gotten you so hard. You're cute, but not nearly cute enough for your pretty Molly to want to finger herself watching some big strong bear take your ass. Right?''\n\n\t\n\n\tRayan blinked. He shook his head as fanatically as he could. He tried a few times to say no, but a hard push of the woman's fingers into her muzzle rendered it all gibberish. He watched the sadistic glee on the woman's face as she leaned in and licked the tears from his cheek, making sure to waggle her rump at what he assumed to be a camera. He'd seen more than a few videos of what had been happening to Molly cut between the other videos. It was another part of the sick little game the squirrel woman was playing. \n\n\tRayan watched her, he watched her pop open the box she had with her, watched her pull something that looked like half a trash bag out of it, slipping it around his body and clipping it at the back of his neck. He was about to ask her just what she was doing when the squirrel pulled one of her socks off of her feet and crammed it into his mouth. Between the bonds and the dehydration the ferret couldn't get the unpleasant thing free. Left to simply sob and balk while she pulled out a bottle of black liquid, and got to work.\n\n\tAs she mussed and fussed with his headfur, Rayan watched the TV in front of him. Part way though, his heart sank as it shifted videos again, this time a more recent one. Molly. And him. Molly sucking on him. The sloppy, wet kisses full of spunk. The way she writhed and wiggled for the camera. Worse still, he could see a stream. Like twitch. Comments form people popping up along side of what they were doing. Talking about what a good little fucktoy Molly was. About how hot she was. About how they wanted to piss in her face or rape her holes. Make her scream. Beat her.\n\n\tAnd saying the same things about him. What a cute faggot boy he was. Why he wasn't cumming when a cute girl was touching him like that. About how he was probably even tighter than Molly was. Such lewd and horrible things. Men, just like the ones in those videos, clearly ready and willing to violate him and Molly both in such horrific and unthinkable ways. Ready to use them and hurt them and make them into little toys if only given the chance.\n\n\tAll the while Miss Churchill worked away at his hair. Molly had moved back between his legs and was sucking on him between sobs. Her whines as movement seeming almost affectionate now. Almost needy in a way. He could feel her teary eyes on him. Looking up at him. The girl who should some day be his high school sweet heart, someday be his wife. Bawling on his little shaft while her mother did god knows what to him.\n\n\tHours passed. Or at least what Rayan thought were hours. Some small spark in the back of his mind still hoped his mother would come, that she'd save him. But he was too hazy to think about that now. Hunger, thirst and edge stimulation had rendered him borderline useless. He wasn't even fighting the images pushed into his head from the screen now. Too tired to fight against the fact that seeing these cute fag boys hump each other and jerk each other off was making him just as worked up as the fact that Molly was so close.\n\n\tThe truth was, Rayan was so distracted, he barely noticed when Miss Churchill began to tweak other things about him. Failing to notice when she started to apply makeup. Too weak to fight back when she untied his arms and put some things on him. When she retied him and did the same to his legs.\n\n\tHe was barely aware of his surroundings when he saw something pushed into his field of vision again. A hand mirror pulled up, showing off another one of those boys. At least that's how it looked at first. Dark black hair, deep purple-black lipstick. Eyeliner Smokey and runny a bit from his tears. A fishnet shirt. It almost looked like one of the older goth boys. But it wasn't. It was Rayan.\n\n\tThe straight laced boy looked down. Seeing his arms and legs covered by cut up striped socks. Hugging his legs up to the thigh, wrapped around his arms up to the mid-bicep. Another bit of the same material made into a sleeve around his hard little shaft.\n\n\tRayan looked up at Miss Churchill and began to sob. Moaning as he felt himself starting to cum.\n\n--------------------\n\n\tElham had to admit she was a bit confused. The kids were near inseparable. Always had been. But she couldn't remember the last time her son had spent a whole weekend over with Molly. It seemed a bit excessive, and she had to worry a bit about the trouble her Rayan was causing Nessa.\n\n\tWithout a husband around it was hard for someone like Elham to keep up with everything. That was probably why she and Nessa got along so well. Single parenthood was always a pain, and more so when the asshole who runs off leaves you paying full price for a mortgage you only ever needed to cover half way.\n\n\tAt this point the ferret woman wore her Hijab indoors not because of any sort of traditionalist obligations, but because she flat out didn't' have the time or energy to fix her hair. She was disheveled, coming home from the office tired and sore. Eyes strained from staring at a screen for hours filling pointless data into lines on spreadsheets. Guilty as she was to admit it, she was actually happy Rayan wasn't coming home tonight if only because it was another night she could avoid cooking an actual meal. The maternal desire to give her only child a well balanced and nutritious dinner swapped out for a pint of Ben and Jerry's on the couch, with her phone on hand as she decided if she should door dash some cheap sushi or not.\n\n\tShe was just about to make that decision when the doorbell rang. Elham pulling herself up slowly and nearly falling over. Her legs throbbing and feeling like jelly. A person really shouldn't be this sore working a desk job. But then what could she do?\n\n\tThe ferret woman slowly pulled herself up and winced. Stumbling her way over until she got to the door and managed to mostly right herself. Leaning hard on the handle and pulling it open, curious to see just who it was.\n\n\tThere stood Nessa, pizza in hand. A small grin on the squirrels face as she held up the takeout box in offering ``Mind if I come in?'' She almost chuckled, looking over the clearly tired ferret.\n\n\t``Aren't you watching the kids?'' Elham blinked. Her eyes cast longingly at the offered food.\n\n\t``Eh, they'll be fine for a few minutes. They're tied up watching something or other.'' The squirrel offered up the pizza box again, grinning ear to ear and smirking a bit.\n\n\t``Ok, fine. Come on in.'' Elham sighed. The woman half dragging her way in and back to the couch, flopping down without much care for how slumped and exhausted she looked. Nessa being so chipper as she slipped down on the couch with her only made it worse. The pizza box slammed down and flipped open with the reckless abandon normally reserved for teenagers.\n\n\t``Seems like you're in a good mood.'' Elham snickered.\n\n\t``Why not? Are we not entitled to good moods just because we're single moms?'' The squirrel replied. ``Is it really so bad to be in one? Our kids are happy, fed, and relaxing. We both have jobs and a roof over our respective heads. Neither one of us has to deal with some insufferable idiot making our lives worse at home.''\n\n\tElham looked at the other woman quizzically while reaching for a slice of pizza. She didn't break that gaze even as she took a nice big muzzle full and chewed it very, very slowly. ``that's... not how you usually tell it.'' Elham muttered ``Usually I'm the one trying to cheer you up.''\n\n\t``Right. And just how is that fair?'' the Squirrel sighed. ``Look. I'm tired of being sad all the time. I'm tired of being boring and stuck and hating my life. I'm just sick of it. You are too. I know you are. You hate what you're doing. You hate being stuck like this.''\n\n\t``I do not. I love Rayan.'' Elham gasped. She then paused, blinking, suddenly realizing... that was the only thing in her life that she could say that about. Her brain suddenly racing to defend her job, her home, her... god, did she even have hobbies anymore?\n\n\tOnly then did the Ferret woman notice the odd look in her friends eye. She felt her heart starting to race. Her palms felt itchy and heavy. Her chest felt tight. Everything seemed to slow, to twist. Her eyes going a bit wide. Elham felt a paw cupping her cheek. Touching her in a way she hadn't been touched since, god since before her marriage. She wanted to question it. Should question it, opened her mouth to question it.\n\n\tThe open muzzle was met with a kiss. Not gentle, but not overly forceful. Rough and pleasingly abusive. A tongue, warm and wet, touched hers for the first time in so long. The hand rubbed her cheek, nestling neatly between her fur and the mess of hijab and matted hair that long ago should have been brushed. Nessa leaned in. Forcefully. Domineering. Her free hand rested on Elham's thigh both to balance and to dig her fingers into that tender flesh and fur though her jeans.\n\n\tThe stunned woman muffled out a protest. Her hand moved to push at the other woman. Stunned, shocked, horrified. She tried like hell to ignore how nice it felt. Being touched. Being enjoyed. Being paid any sort of real attention. It was almost more than she could take. Her head swimming. Even the weakness as she tried to push the other woman away sent an odd jolt though her body as she tried to lock on to the woman's bright blue eyes.\n\n\t``No, Nessa, stop.'' Elham muttered meekly though the heavy and forceful kisses. The only reply a paw reaching up under her shirt, roughly tugging her bra aside. Cupping and digging its nails into that chest. The protests dying in her throat as Nessa pulled herself up and straddled the ferrets lap. Looking down. Nosetip to nose tip. Eyes meeting.\n\n\t``You know you're really hot.'' the squirrel said, her tail waving as she perched above her friend. Looking down at her, tugging with one arm to yank the shirt up and expose the woman's chest.\n\n\t``I don't, I'm not a lesbian. It's haram. And, and I don't even... stop it.'' Elham tried to spit the words, but they came out weak and whiny. Her chest only heaving more as her friend leaned in and licked slowly up her cheek. Leaning into the Hijab to nibble at the ferret's covered ear. Slowly grinding her crotch up and down on Elham's stomach with slow, deliberate defiance.\n\n\t``We're going to have a lot of fun. You're so sexy. You know I really wanted to play with you for a while now.'' Nessa leaned back and gasped. Reaching down with both paws now she wrapped them around Elham's neck. She squeezed. Not hard. Not rough. Enough to draw some fear and panic. Enough to the stunned woman on the bottom to grab hold of her attackers wrists.\n\n\tAll the while that twisted grin stayed on Nessa's face. The squirrel looking at her friend, at her victim, with something that could only be called romantic affection. Not just lust, though that was there. As she squeezed and started to grind, Nessa moaned and panted. Her hips moving in long ,wide strokes up and down the slender woman's body. Pressing her thumbs against either side of Elham's neck to keep her struggling and make the wooziness even worse.\n\n\t``You ever been raped before?'' Nessa moaned ``Imagine that, you're my best friend and I don't even know if you've been raped.'' it absolutely wasn't a normal question. Yet the way she said it came off almost like schoolgirl gossip. The way one would talk about a first kiss.\n\n\tTo her horror Elham felt moisture starting to build up, soaking into the jeans the squirrel wore. Spreading from them into her fur bit by bit. The strong feminine scent overpowering her senses as the green eyed ferret struggled for each breath now. Struggled to keep herself aware.\n\n\t``I think getting raped is kinda like losing your cherry. Ya know? Like in a hentai doujin. Your first time should be with someone special. Someone who loves you. Someone who wants to claim you. Someone who wants to make you spend the rest of your life with them. Romantic, isn't it?'' Nessa's words grew more horny and haughty as she continued. Her breathing picking up pace. One paw letting go of Elham's throat and instead grabbing her hands, pulling them back by the wrists behind the woman's head.\n\n\tSoon the other hand joined them, and the Ferret was pinned under her squirrel friend. Breasts jammed into her face with only a thin Tee shirt keeping her from contacting bare fur. The strong feminine scent only growing worse as the helpless Elham writhed and wriggled. The dry humping continuing as her arms were stretched back painfully. Screaming and nearly falling out of their sockets each time Nessa bucked and trusted her hips up. Her stiffening nipples rubbed against Elham's face and eventually the squirrel risked a moment letting go of her victims wrists to yank her shirt up.\n\n\tNow Nessa was gripping her tee in her muzzle while grinding and rubbing her boobs into Elham's face. The Ferret sobbed and whined. She tried to shake her head, to make it stop. Yet the longer she went the more it was clear she was simply stimulating her attacker.\n\n\t``I've never had a girlfriend before, you know.'' Nessa moaned, her breath getting heavier ``I never really thought about how hot it would be. Being a dyke mommy. Having another girl to grind up on. Especially if I'm her first rapist. That's like a first kiss. Or getting your cherry. Only even more special. God you'd be so cute. In my bed every night. Getting hot when I touch you. All worked up and bothered. Knowing how wrong it is. Knowing how you don't want it. Knowing you're stuck with me for the rest of your life.''\n\n\tAs she said this, she pushed down harder on the woman's shoulders, and Elham felt herself slumping painfully. Her body slumping down on the couch. Soon her head stuck between two cushions and that scrawny squirrel rump pinning her chest. Leaving the growing scent of her attackers womanhood filling every pained breath the dazed ferret took.\n\n\t``Don't worry, though. Mistress is probably gonna make sure we both get lots of dick, too. You'll have lots of other rapists. But I'll be your first. I'll be your special one. I'll be your wife. It's romantic. Right? Right Elham? You think it's so hot and sexy and romantic.'' The needy insistence was almost childlike now. Her hips wriggling and grinding down on the captive woman. Her chest heaving as she struggled to pull her shorts free without giving the ferret a chance to get up.\n\n\tNot that she could. By this point every bit of energy Elham felt was drained. All she could do was sob while she watched the squirrel stand. Watched her best friend pulling off those ratty shorts revealing her dripping wet sex.\n\n\t``Ohh, If Mistress lets me I even get to be the one who proposes. Though you don't get to say no, Elham. Sorry. You're stuck with me. Just like Molly and Rayan.'' The mention of the ferret's son drew a sharp cry. Elham trying to respond, right before that warm slit was shoved down on the Ferret's face. Cutting off all but a few gulps of now heavily scented air. Leaving her to struggle and sob while the folds sank over her face. While she was pulled further against that snatch. Knees pinning the ferret woman's arms. Her already matted headfur turning quickly into a sweaty mess as the hard push against her face turned into awkward, deliberate humping. Raw bliss filling the attackers voice while the warm snatch rolled itself on her like a living dildo.\n\n\t``To think I doubted Mistress. I'm such a stupid slut. She knew that roofie would work in pizza sauce. I just had to grind it up. Mmmm and I have more. Lots more. By the time I'm done with you we'll have you back at my place getting all fixed up as my cute lil girlfriend. Gosh I can hardly wait.'' The squirrel was just masturbating at this point. She had all the power. All of the leverage. It was in every sense a violation. Her paws frantically moving up and gripping at her chest while her hips bucked and wriggled against that pretty face. A steady, deliberate use of her best friends face as nothing more than a sybian. All the while looking down into those pretty green eyes. Schoolgirl love and adoration radiating from Nessa in ways Elham's ex had never once looked at her. Need. Longing. Desire. Deranged as it was, it filled a hole in the poor single mother's heart.\n\n\tThat it was all happening during the most disgusting and debased violation that Elham could imagine... It was a nightmare come true. Something beyond anything she'd ever dared dream of before. Soon she found herself licking. Unsure why. Hating herself for it. Unable to stop rewarding her attacker each time those hips hammered down on her. That and her ragged breaths whenever Nessa went back up were the ferret's whole world, and Nessa seemed to know it. She said such vile and degrading things while riding the good Muslim mother over and over again. Putting on a lewd display with those pretty squirrel tits. Driving home just how far she was willing to take this.\n\n\tA sudden swell, a sudden tension knocked her out of it all. Elham let out a muffled cry as she felt her body contract. Moisture spurting over the floor, over the table and the pizza. Over her thighs.\n\n\tElham just began to sob now. Slamming her eyes shut even as Nessa reached a paw back and rewarded her new girlfriend by slowly running small circles against her clit.\n\n\t``That's a good girl.'' Nessa moaned ``Like son, like mother.''\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Give her Everything: Part 4

By TerraMGP

\tRayan didn't know what was going on. His whole body ached now. His poor butt was on fire, sloshing full of foul fluid and stuffed with a big plastic thing that kept it all in place. The object was big, and it kept reminding him of the thick dog knot he'd had in his body not that long ago. The poor ferret's tender hindquarters pulsing and his ring clenching down as if still tugging on the dog cock that had raped away his first time.

\tOn its own, that would have been bad enough. Before Miss Churchill had gone insane, before she'd nabbed him up and started to do such horrible things to him, it would have already been more than his poor mind could have taken. Only now, now it was so much worse.

\tRayan was tied to a chair. His arms pulled painfully behind the recliner. His legs spread to either side and bound by the ankles with some rough rope Miss Churchill had found in the garage. It was left over from the swing she'd set up for them to play on years ago, and along with being old the black and orange bundle of chord was rough and unyielding. It bit into his wrists and ankles as he tried to squirm away. Holding his joints at the point where they almost fell out of socket while at the same time being loose enough that he couldn't even fully relax in the awkward position it held him in.

\tThe deranged woman who had once been like a second mother to him had left the boy tied up in the basement playroom, forced to watch a loud collection of videos. Of feminine young boys with girly haircuts writhing and kissing each other. Sucking on each others dicks or jerking each other off. Their lips painted in dark colors, their hair dyed and carefully shaped. They were older, or at least most of them were. Yet many looked about as flat and as girlish as Molly.

\tRayan couldn't help but cry at the sight of them. He didn't like this. He didn't want to watch it. Watch as these filthy boys uncomfortably licked and kissed at each others muzzles. Watch as they ran their hands sensually over each others bodies the way they should be doing to girls. It was wrong and uncomfortable. It was haram. He tried to keep his eyes closed for much of it, yet the noises flooded his ears all the same and made it impossible to drive the images seared into his retinas away.

\tThe worst part of all though, was Molly.

\tPoor Molly. His best friend. The girl he had held a crush on for so long. The girl he thought he'd marry some day. The brown furred young squirrel had her arms tied behind her with the same rope. She was on her knees on the padded play room floor. Some kind of metal bar making it impossible for her to stand up properly. That alone would have been enough to make him feel sorry for her. But what her mother was making her do...

\tRayan's little cock wasn't just hard on its own. He wished he could tell himself it wasn't due to the movie at all, but deep down he knew that wasn't the case. Still the way she teased him. The way the poor sobbing girl moved as her awkward tongue slowly traced up and down his swollen coinpurse sac. Traced its way up one side of his shaft and down the other. Meticulous movements without passion or care. More akin to her miming the kind of things he was now made to watch the boys do on screen.

\tThat was the worst part. So often Rayan had imagined Molly being his wife, imagined being with her forever. Now here she was doing the kind of thing a husband and wife did. But his brain couldn't help but associate it with the pair of near identical looking bunnies, maybe twins, bent over and holding hands while a bear took turns plowing their cute rumps with his massive cock. Hammering home into one for a few thrusts then stopping and moving to the other. Fucking them mercilessly and calling them `faggots'.

\tRayans shaft twitched a bit as he thought the word. As he realized he'd actually said it. Quietly, yes. But said it all the same. Something about the videos made words like that stand out. Things he'd been called in school or on the playground so many times. Horrible insults so bad that his mother had to be called in a few times in order to address it. Slowly those words, and the boys that called him those words, were hovering in the back of his mind. Adding to the unwanted pleasure Molly gave him while the sobbing squirrel girl dutifully suckled at the tip of his aching shaft.

\tThere was a familiar feeling. Like a tiny bit of pee coming out, yet not quite. Something from his swollen little balls. Rayan winced at the sensation. He knew what was coming next. The poor boy barely able to cast his eyes down and shake his head, barely able to utter a word before his beloved best friend was on him.

\tA kiss. Miss Churchill had said Molly would get his first kiss. She had. It was nice. Soft and sweet, even if it tasted of fear. The beautiful girl pushed against him. The two touching their tongues awkwardly. Wiggling against each other. They'd shared so many since then. All the same. Rolling little bundles of awkward affection and despair while Molly swapped a small mouth full of salty, strong fluid into his muzzle. The dark haired boy began to sob at this. He struggled and twisted fruitlessly while she kissed him so deeply. The girl of his dreams leaning her body against his, seeking to soak up all of the comfort she could while at the same time brushing the sickening taste of his own fluids against his tongue. The twisted taste of a boy, something that he should never have on his lips. Something that now made his needy shaft throb as his mind grew to feel more sickening pleasure at the sensation.

\t``I'm sorry.'' Molly muttered as she finally pulled back. A string of saliva and pre running in a rope between their muzzles. She took a few moments to look listfuly into the poor boys eyes before slumping back down on the floor and crawling over to Grimm. The feral dog that had taken Rayan's `cherry', so to speak. Dutifully, the broken squirrel girl moved down and started to lap at the ferals balls and shaft. Giving them the same superficial affection she had just given Rayan. Leaving his edged shaft needy and throbbing. Loud slurps and tiny whimpers were the only thing cutting the sounds of heavy male groaning and slews of slurs. He felt jealous of the beast, in spite of everything. Most of all because Rayan knew by this point how much further the pleasure Molly was giving could go. He'd seen it. Heavy sprays of the white stuff he now guessed to be `cum' splattered all over the faces and chests of fag- of boys. He could recall watching as some big strong bull loosed a torrent on two cubs in strange rubber shirts, wearing blindfolds and things that looked like arm warmers and thigh socks also made of rubber. Watched as the shiny black material was painted with the stuff coming from the bulls shaft.

\tHe didn't want to think about it. Ryan didn't want to think about the bull as he pulsed the thick white fluid out on to the whimpering, waiting girly boys. He didn't want to think about his beloved Molly gagging and choking over there wit some filthy animal, seeking a similar `reward' at the behest of her mother before crawling back and depositing it into Rayan's unwilling mouth. He didn't want to think about how tired he was. Think about his inability to escape or how sore the ropes made him. He just didn't want to think, and yet his mind was struggling for something, anything to latch on to if it meant not just passively absorbing everything he was being given.

\tThe kiss came eventually. Then more teasing. Rayan's pleas that it all stop fell on deaf ears. He knew that Molly couldn't stop. Her mother had forbidden her. She'd made it very clear how things were to go, and she didn't give the squirrel cub any choice in the matter. At this point she was just a puppet. Nothing but a `thing' to carry out the will of her mother. Worse, Rayan knew that as things went on, there was a chance he could end up the same way. All the poor boy could do was pray for a miracle and mouth more hoarse, hollow apologies to Molly as she once again sent his brain into sparks and fireworks with the unwilling mechanical teasing.

\tThis all had to go on for hours. Rayan was tired. He was sore. He was starving and thirsty. Molly wasn't much better. The only thing either had been given to eat or drink came from the end of a shaft, and it left Rayan feeling queasy and sick. When footsteps finally broke the monotonous sound of boys moaning and crying as a pair of 20 something wolf men knotted them, Rayan found himself barely able to pull his attention away and look over at the disheveled figure in a triforce Tee shirt and ratty cut off jeans.

\tMiss Churchill walked over and set her bag down beside the chair. She looked at the boy for a long moment, then at her daughter. The squirrel quickly crouched down and pulled a large box of chicken nuggets from the plastic bag. She set the box down and opened it, quickly pushing one of the morsels into Molly's muzzle and letting her devour it. The exhausted girl nearly collapsing at her mothers feet as she was fed another, and a third.

\tMuch as he hated himself for it, Rayan felt jealous. His stomach churned as he watched each and every bit of food slowly vanish into the poor girl. It was right, after all. She'd been enduring this a lot longer, and she'd been the one doing the actual work. But his body, in spite of everything, yearned for food. He needed something.

\tBy the time the last nugget vanished he felt himself starting to cry. Those tears breaking into a full on sob as Miss Churchill stood and pulled something else out of the bag. He looked up hopefully. Bawling as she cupped his muzzle. His chest heaving in and out as the boy tried like hell to form the words and plead for food.

\t``What's wrong? Not having fun with your girlfriend?'' Agnes snickered darkly. ``It's ok. I get it. You're probably worn down by now. You'd probably even have to pee if you weren't so dehydrated.'' The older squirrel booped his nose tip with her thumb as she said that, looking him over and grinning wickedly as the poor boy just trembled and twitched. ``Or maybe you just saw all those cute faggot boys and feel insecure now? I bet you do. After all they were so cute, and hot, and sexy. The way they lifted their tails for those big, strong men must have gotten you so hard. You're cute, but not nearly cute enough for your pretty Molly to want to finger herself watching some big strong bear take your ass. Right?''

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\tRayan blinked. He shook his head as fanatically as he could. He tried a few times to say no, but a hard push of the woman's fingers into her muzzle rendered it all gibberish. He watched the sadistic glee on the woman's face as she leaned in and licked the tears from his cheek, making sure to waggle her rump at what he assumed to be a camera. He'd seen more than a few videos of what had been happening to Molly cut between the other videos. It was another part of the sick little game the squirrel woman was playing.

\tRayan watched her, he watched her pop open the box she had with her, watched her pull something that looked like half a trash bag out of it, slipping it around his body and clipping it at the back of his neck. He was about to ask her just what she was doing when the squirrel pulled one of her socks off of her feet and crammed it into his mouth. Between the bonds and the dehydration the ferret couldn't get the unpleasant thing free. Left to simply sob and balk while she pulled out a bottle of black liquid, and got to work.

\tAs she mussed and fussed with his headfur, Rayan watched the TV in front of him. Part way though, his heart sank as it shifted videos again, this time a more recent one. Molly. And him. Molly sucking on him. The sloppy, wet kisses full of spunk. The way she writhed and wiggled for the camera. Worse still, he could see a stream. Like twitch. Comments form people popping up along side of what they were doing. Talking about what a good little fucktoy Molly was. About how hot she was. About how they wanted to piss in her face or rape her holes. Make her scream. Beat her.

\tAnd saying the same things about him. What a cute faggot boy he was. Why he wasn't cumming when a cute girl was touching him like that. About how he was probably even tighter than Molly was. Such lewd and horrible things. Men, just like the ones in those videos, clearly ready and willing to violate him and Molly both in such horrific and unthinkable ways. Ready to use them and hurt them and make them into little toys if only given the chance.

\tAll the while Miss Churchill worked away at his hair. Molly had moved back between his legs and was sucking on him between sobs. Her whines as movement seeming almost affectionate now. Almost needy in a way. He could feel her teary eyes on him. Looking up at him. The girl who should some day be his high school sweet heart, someday be his wife. Bawling on his little shaft while her mother did god knows what to him.

\tHours passed. Or at least what Rayan thought were hours. Some small spark in the back of his mind still hoped his mother would come, that she'd save him. But he was too hazy to think about that now. Hunger, thirst and edge stimulation had rendered him borderline useless. He wasn't even fighting the images pushed into his head from the screen now. Too tired to fight against the fact that seeing these cute fag boys hump each other and jerk each other off was making him just as worked up as the fact that Molly was so close.

\tThe truth was, Rayan was so distracted, he barely noticed when Miss Churchill began to tweak other things about him. Failing to notice when she started to apply makeup. Too weak to fight back when she untied his arms and put some things on him. When she retied him and did the same to his legs.

\tHe was barely aware of his surroundings when he saw something pushed into his field of vision again. A hand mirror pulled up, showing off another one of those boys. At least that's how it looked at first. Dark black hair, deep purple-black lipstick. Eyeliner Smokey and runny a bit from his tears. A fishnet shirt. It almost looked like one of the older goth boys. But it wasn't. It was Rayan.

\tThe straight laced boy looked down. Seeing his arms and legs covered by cut up striped socks. Hugging his legs up to the thigh, wrapped around his arms up to the mid-bicep. Another bit of the same material made into a sleeve around his hard little shaft.

\tRayan looked up at Miss Churchill and began to sob. Moaning as he felt himself starting to cum.

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\tElham had to admit she was a bit confused. The kids were near inseparable. Always had been. But she couldn't remember the last time her son had spent a whole weekend over with Molly. It seemed a bit excessive, and she had to worry a bit about the trouble her Rayan was causing Nessa.

\tWithout a husband around it was hard for someone like Elham to keep up with everything. That was probably why she and Nessa got along so well. Single parenthood was always a pain, and more so when the asshole who runs off leaves you paying full price for a mortgage you only ever needed to cover half way.

\tAt this point the ferret woman wore her Hijab indoors not because of any sort of traditionalist obligations, but because she flat out didn't' have the time or energy to fix her hair. She was disheveled, coming home from the office tired and sore. Eyes strained from staring at a screen for hours filling pointless data into lines on spreadsheets. Guilty as she was to admit it, she was actually happy Rayan wasn't coming home tonight if only because it was another night she could avoid cooking an actual meal. The maternal desire to give her only child a well balanced and nutritious dinner swapped out for a pint of Ben and Jerry's on the couch, with her phone on hand as she decided if she should door dash some cheap sushi or not.

\tShe was just about to make that decision when the doorbell rang. Elham pulling herself up slowly and nearly falling over. Her legs throbbing and feeling like jelly. A person really shouldn't be this sore working a desk job. But then what could she do?

\tThe ferret woman slowly pulled herself up and winced. Stumbling her way over until she got to the door and managed to mostly right herself. Leaning hard on the handle and pulling it open, curious to see just who it was.

\tThere stood Nessa, pizza in hand. A small grin on the squirrels face as she held up the takeout box in offering ``Mind if I come in?'' She almost chuckled, looking over the clearly tired ferret.

\t``Aren't you watching the kids?'' Elham blinked. Her eyes cast longingly at the offered food.

\t``Eh, they'll be fine for a few minutes. They're tied up watching something or other.'' The squirrel offered up the pizza box again, grinning ear to ear and smirking a bit.

\t``Ok, fine. Come on in.'' Elham sighed. The woman half dragging her way in and back to the couch, flopping down without much care for how slumped and exhausted she looked. Nessa being so chipper as she slipped down on the couch with her only made it worse. The pizza box slammed down and flipped open with the reckless abandon normally reserved for teenagers.

\t``Seems like you're in a good mood.'' Elham snickered.

\t``Why not? Are we not entitled to good moods just because we're single moms?'' The squirrel replied. ``Is it really so bad to be in one? Our kids are happy, fed, and relaxing. We both have jobs and a roof over our respective heads. Neither one of us has to deal with some insufferable idiot making our lives worse at home.''

\tElham looked at the other woman quizzically while reaching for a slice of pizza. She didn't break that gaze even as she took a nice big muzzle full and chewed it very, very slowly. ``that's... not how you usually tell it.'' Elham muttered ``Usually I'm the one trying to cheer you up.''

\t``Right. And just how is that fair?'' the Squirrel sighed. ``Look. I'm tired of being sad all the time. I'm tired of being boring and stuck and hating my life. I'm just sick of it. You are too. I know you are. You hate what you're doing. You hate being stuck like this.''

\t``I do not. I love Rayan.'' Elham gasped. She then paused, blinking, suddenly realizing... that was the only thing in her life that she could say that about. Her brain suddenly racing to defend her job, her home, her... god, did she even have hobbies anymore?

\tOnly then did the Ferret woman notice the odd look in her friends eye. She felt her heart starting to race. Her palms felt itchy and heavy. Her chest felt tight. Everything seemed to slow, to twist. Her eyes going a bit wide. Elham felt a paw cupping her cheek. Touching her in a way she hadn't been touched since, god since before her marriage. She wanted to question it. Should question it, opened her mouth to question it.

\tThe open muzzle was met with a kiss. Not gentle, but not overly forceful. Rough and pleasingly abusive. A tongue, warm and wet, touched hers for the first time in so long. The hand rubbed her cheek, nestling neatly between her fur and the mess of hijab and matted hair that long ago should have been brushed. Nessa leaned in. Forcefully. Domineering. Her free hand rested on Elham's thigh both to balance and to dig her fingers into that tender flesh and fur though her jeans.

\tThe stunned woman muffled out a protest. Her hand moved to push at the other woman. Stunned, shocked, horrified. She tried like hell to ignore how nice it felt. Being touched. Being enjoyed. Being paid any sort of real attention. It was almost more than she could take. Her head swimming. Even the weakness as she tried to push the other woman away sent an odd jolt though her body as she tried to lock on to the woman's bright blue eyes.

\t``No, Nessa, stop.'' Elham muttered meekly though the heavy and forceful kisses. The only reply a paw reaching up under her shirt, roughly tugging her bra aside. Cupping and digging its nails into that chest. The protests dying in her throat as Nessa pulled herself up and straddled the ferrets lap. Looking down. Nosetip to nose tip. Eyes meeting.

\t``You know you're really hot.'' the squirrel said, her tail waving as she perched above her friend. Looking down at her, tugging with one arm to yank the shirt up and expose the woman's chest.

\t``I don't, I'm not a lesbian. It's haram. And, and I don't even... stop it.'' Elham tried to spit the words, but they came out weak and whiny. Her chest only heaving more as her friend leaned in and licked slowly up her cheek. Leaning into the Hijab to nibble at the ferret's covered ear. Slowly grinding her crotch up and down on Elham's stomach with slow, deliberate defiance.

\t``We're going to have a lot of fun. You're so sexy. You know I really wanted to play with you for a while now.'' Nessa leaned back and gasped. Reaching down with both paws now she wrapped them around Elham's neck. She squeezed. Not hard. Not rough. Enough to draw some fear and panic. Enough to the stunned woman on the bottom to grab hold of her attackers wrists.

\tAll the while that twisted grin stayed on Nessa's face. The squirrel looking at her friend, at her victim, with something that could only be called romantic affection. Not just lust, though that was there. As she squeezed and started to grind, Nessa moaned and panted. Her hips moving in long ,wide strokes up and down the slender woman's body. Pressing her thumbs against either side of Elham's neck to keep her struggling and make the wooziness even worse.

\t``You ever been raped before?'' Nessa moaned ``Imagine that, you're my best friend and I don't even know if you've been raped.'' it absolutely wasn't a normal question. Yet the way she said it came off almost like schoolgirl gossip. The way one would talk about a first kiss.

\tTo her horror Elham felt moisture starting to build up, soaking into the jeans the squirrel wore. Spreading from them into her fur bit by bit. The strong feminine scent overpowering her senses as the green eyed ferret struggled for each breath now. Struggled to keep herself aware.

\t``I think getting raped is kinda like losing your cherry. Ya know? Like in a hentai doujin. Your first time should be with someone special. Someone who loves you. Someone who wants to claim you.  Someone who wants to make you spend the rest of your life with them. Romantic, isn't it?'' Nessa's words grew more horny and haughty as she continued. Her breathing picking up pace. One paw letting go of Elham's throat and instead grabbing her hands, pulling them back by the wrists behind the woman's head.

\tSoon the other hand joined them, and the Ferret was pinned under her squirrel friend. Breasts jammed into her face with only a thin Tee shirt keeping her from contacting bare fur. The strong feminine scent only growing worse as the helpless Elham writhed and wriggled. The dry humping continuing as her arms were stretched back painfully. Screaming and nearly falling out of their sockets each time Nessa bucked and trusted her hips up. Her stiffening nipples rubbed against Elham's face and eventually the squirrel risked a moment letting go of her victims wrists to yank her shirt up.

\tNow Nessa was gripping her tee in her muzzle while grinding and rubbing her boobs into Elham's face. The Ferret sobbed and whined. She tried to shake her head, to make it stop. Yet the longer she went the more it was clear she was simply stimulating her attacker.

\t``I've never had a girlfriend before, you know.'' Nessa moaned, her breath getting heavier ``I never really thought about how hot it would be. Being a dyke mommy. Having another girl to grind up on. Especially if I'm her first rapist. That's like a first kiss. Or getting your cherry. Only even more special. God you'd be so cute. In my bed every night. Getting hot when I touch you. All worked up and bothered. Knowing how wrong it is. Knowing how you don't want it. Knowing you're stuck with me for the rest of your life.''

\tAs she said this, she pushed down harder on the woman's shoulders, and Elham felt herself slumping painfully. Her body slumping down on the couch. Soon her head stuck between two cushions and that scrawny squirrel rump pinning her chest. Leaving the growing scent of her attackers womanhood filling every pained breath the dazed ferret took.

\t``Don't worry, though. Mistress is probably gonna make sure we both get lots of dick, too. You'll have lots of other rapists. But I'll be your first. I'll be your special one. I'll be your wife. It's romantic. Right? Right Elham? You think it's so hot and sexy and romantic.'' The needy insistence was almost childlike now. Her hips wriggling and grinding down on the captive woman. Her chest heaving as she struggled to pull her shorts free without giving the ferret a chance to get up.

\tNot that she could. By this point every bit of energy Elham felt was drained. All she could do was sob while she watched the squirrel stand. Watched her best friend pulling off those ratty shorts revealing her dripping wet sex.

\t``Ohh, If Mistress lets me I even get to be the one who proposes. Though you don't get to say no, Elham. Sorry. You're stuck with me. Just like Molly and Rayan.'' The mention of the ferret's son drew a sharp cry. Elham trying to respond, right before that warm slit was shoved down on the Ferret's face. Cutting off all but a few gulps of now heavily scented air. Leaving her to struggle and sob while the folds sank over her face. While she was pulled further against that snatch. Knees pinning the ferret woman's arms. Her already matted headfur turning quickly into a sweaty mess as the hard push against her face turned into awkward, deliberate humping. Raw bliss filling the attackers voice while the warm snatch rolled itself on her like a living dildo.

\t``To think I doubted Mistress. I'm such a stupid slut. She knew that roofie would work in pizza sauce. I just had to grind it up. Mmmm and I have more. Lots more. By the time I'm done with you we'll have you back at my place getting all fixed up as my cute lil girlfriend. Gosh I can hardly wait.'' The squirrel was just masturbating at this point. She had all the power. All of the leverage. It was in every sense a violation. Her paws frantically moving up and gripping at her chest while her hips bucked and wriggled against that pretty face. A steady, deliberate use of her best friends face as nothing more than a sybian. All the while looking down into those pretty green eyes. Schoolgirl love and adoration radiating from Nessa in ways Elham's ex had never once looked at her. Need. Longing. Desire. Deranged as it was, it filled a hole in the poor single mother's heart.

\tThat it was all happening during the most disgusting and debased violation that Elham could imagine... It was a nightmare come true. Something beyond anything she'd ever dared dream of before. Soon she found herself licking. Unsure why. Hating herself for it. Unable to stop rewarding her attacker each time those hips hammered down on her. That and her ragged breaths whenever Nessa went back up were the ferret's whole world, and Nessa seemed to know it. She said such vile and degrading things while riding the good Muslim mother over and over again. Putting on a lewd display with those pretty squirrel tits. Driving home just how far she was willing to take this.

\tA sudden swell, a sudden tension knocked her out of it all. Elham let out a muffled cry as she felt her body contract. Moisture spurting over the floor, over the table and the pizza. Over her thighs.

\tElham just began to sob now. Slamming her eyes shut even as Nessa reached a paw back and rewarded her new girlfriend by slowly running small circles against her clit.

\t``That's a good girl.'' Nessa moaned ``Like son, like mother.''

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