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and things are getting even more twisted. If you've read the previous ones this probably won't be too shocking in how it goes. But if you thought it'd get more light hearted... well...", "writing": "Give her Everything: Part 5\n\nBy TerraMGP\n\n\tElham wanted to sleep. Badly. She wasn't quite sure how long she'd been without sleep. She knew it was longer than she'd been without food, this time. That didn't help much. Especially not when said food was just bland nutrition supplements funneled down her throat.\n\n\tShe was in Nessas house now. No, Agnes. That's what she wanted to go by. At first Elham refused. Mostly out of spite. She had every right to feel spiteful. Her best friend had raped her. So many times now. She'd raped her son. Used him. Molested him.\n\n\tWhen Elham's work called her cell she'd hope that would be a way to escape. That they'd know something was wrong and send someone to check her house. She'd been gagged at the time. A pair of panties shoved into her mouth. Molly's, which it horrified Elham to realize she could distinguish from Agnes' now just by taste. As such she was totally helpless and unable to call out when Agnes picked up the phone. She watched as her attacker went on a long rant. She told them that she was Elham's girlfriend. That the ferret had been so overworked and underappreciated she quit. That she wasn't giving notice, and that the company could shove any future overtures they made. She then went on to tell them how they were eloping, and Agnes was going to give Elham such a wild honeymoon that she'd take away all the stress from that shithole of a job. Going into all manner of graphic detail before whoever was on the other end of the line finally hung up.\n\n\tNeedless to say, even when she got out of this Elham knew her career was probably fucked. Any background check on her was going to hear about that. It might be enough that she'd have to move and switch industries, or take some menial job just to get by.\n\n\tIt felt odd focusing on things like that. On how to fix this when she got out. The therapy her son would need. How to get lawyers to help attack Agnes and this mysterious `Mistress' she kept talking about. It was a distraction. The only distraction she had right now. The only way to block out everything else going on in her mind.\n\n\tOutside of those thoughts, there was only audio. Sounds. Noises. Narrated stories of little boys and little girls. Of lesbian encounters. Horrible and perverse things pumped into her ears as she lay there in Agnes' bed. Tied up tight with itchy swing set rope like one of those Japanese models her ex husband used to drool over.\n\n\tThere was nothing to do but listen. Listen and stare at the ceiling. Struggling to stay awake in spite of herself, for fear that the odd noises she heard rolling in and out of her headphones were something deeper and more dangerous than just odd audio effects.\n\n\tThe closest thing she had to solace was knowing these audio recordings had to be fake. It was of a `mother and child', though the girl was clearly a 20 something affecting a tweenager voice unconvincingly. The mother smacking and yelling at the girl, telling her to do a better job servicing the client. Telling her that she should be grateful that someone paid to beat the shit out of a worthless little cub like her. That even rimming such a perfect woman's ass was too good for the worthless little mistake of a bunny. The words were hard and horrifying. Worse since the story being told was clearly meant for the listener to marine herself there. Bent over and grabbing the innocent little bunny girl by the ears. Yanking her face into that wiggling ass and making her lick as if she should be grateful for the chance.\n\n\tThere was a buzz. The vibease. Shamefully, Elham did have a vibrator at home. Some small simple pink one in the shape and size of an average ferret man. Bigger than her ex, she had shamefully admitted when she got it. These weren't much bigger. One stuffed in either of her lower holes. Her once virgin ass still aching from the careless insertion. The only issue was that they weren't just vibrators. They were synched to the computer. Going off at specific points in each given story. Forcing her to be an unwilling participant in the narrative even as she tired to shut out the mental image of a sobbing, bruised, battered bunny with big innocent doe eyes and her face covered in Elham's womanly juices.\n\n\tEventually the door did open. Elham looked over, shuddering as she looked at Agnes. Glasses, a dirty and ill fitting tee shirt. A plaid skirt that looked more like a schoolgirl outfit. It looked ridiculous, painfully so. More a costume than anything she could take seriously. But then Elham had far bigger concerns right now.\n\n\t``Hey there sweetie!'' the chipper squirrel snickered. Moving up to the bed, she sat down and insanely put a paw on one of Elhams breasts. Gripping the flesh firmly and squeezing until she drew a pained groan. This was more than enough to make Agnes chuckle, leaning in and smooching Elham on the cheek. \n\n\tElham slumped. She was already at her wits end. Even if she wanted to protect, she couldn't. The gag made it impossible. She was too tired. Too dehydrated. Too broken. Too hazy. When Agnes pulled the panties out and replaced them with a bottle of water, Elham was only too quick to start choking down every drop she could. Never mind that the squirrels other paw was slowly molesting her breasts. Never mind that the noises in her ears were basically some poor cub girl screaming in pain as her mommy beat the shit out of her. All the while moaning as `someone' finger-fucked her little body. The dump of raw dopamine into Elham's brain was a dangerously heady elixir that rendered her slumped and docile, looking up with tear-filled eyes at her deranged best friend.\n\n\t``Having fun, I see?'' Agnes snickered ``I knew you would. I'm sorry we gotta keep you tied up like this for now. But don't worry. Once you're a hopeless, degenerate pervert like me, I'm sure we can let you free to have some fun. Little Molly is gonna be so cute playing with her new mommy.''\n\n\t``I would never hurt her.'' Elham spat. ``And I would never marry you! Especially not now.''\n\n\t``Silly girl.'' Agnes snickered ``Talking like you have a choice. Of course you will. I can't wait to see it. Seeing you stomp on her little cunny until she calls you mommy. Setting up some fun `playdates' with Grimm. Mmm and of course I bet you can't wait to have that warm, wet, sweet lil cub cunny all to yourself. Can you?''\n\n\tEven as she said the words, Agnes was busy reaching down between Elham's legs. Her fingers wrapping around the base of the dildo. Moving the shaft in and out slowly, carefully. Looking into the ferrets eyes. Licking her lips.\n\n\tOnce again it was a cruel mix of pleasure and shame-fueled hate in Elham's eyes. She'd never felt so helpless before. Not just physically, but emotionally. The proud woman was resolute and sure. She was not about to allow this to happen. And yet the fact that she had no real way to stop it. The fact that pleasure bloomed between her legs while the mental images danced at the corner of her mind. Molly's taste still lingered on her lips. She knew it now. It had been all but burned into her mind with the suffering and now she found herself licking the dry, parched lips while the shaft moved in and out. More pleasure hammering her every moment.\n\n\t``It's not my fault you know. I don't get a choice. So you don't get a choice. Mistress breaks my dumb, dweeby mind. She ruins me. Because she can. Because its' funny.'' The squirrel woman pushed her chest out and moaned, her tongue lulling to the side as she tried to make her breasts look bigger than the y were, to all but shove them into the bound woman's face as she continued ``I'm just a silly, slutty, pervy lil dweeb dolly. And you're my girlfriend. Because a bunch of fucked-up pervs are gonna pay oh so much money to our Mistress to see me making out with a hot goth milf muslim bitch.'' As if to drive the point home, she started to slowly lick and lap sloppily around the ferrets muzzle. Moaning, her chest heaving and rump sticking up in the air. Slowly forcing a hard kiss on the bound woman with all the class and tact of a teenager weaned on porn.\n\n\tYears. It had been years since Elham had any real affection. Years of abuse and neglect before finally being abandoned. Years of watching her poor son grow up, focusing on his needs to the exclusion of all else. Years of hating herself as she tried so hard to avoid sinning when life presented her with nothing but temptation.\n\n\tNow she was exhausted. Pent up. Her former best friend toying with her brain while kissing her in a way her bastard husband never had. Coaxing pleasure she absolutely did not desire from the exhausted muslimah. She couldn't shut it out. Couldn't stop her own tongue from tracing and lapping at the invaders. Her hips slowly moving up and down as she tried to work her burning loins up to some sort of true pleasure. Something more than her own fumbling fingers and deep seeded shame.\n\n\t``This was in Molly, you know.'' Agnes whispered as she pulled back, her eyes twinkling. She pushed the shaft in firmly as she said it, rewarding the ferret for her horrified bliss. ``Fucked her long, and hard. Fucked her until she cried. Until she started to bleed. Fucked her. Raped her. And now here you are. Fucking her. Raping her.''\n\n\tJust when she was getting close, Agnes pulled the shaft out. Holding it there. Leaving her hanging. Elham started to sob in horror as she realized how badly her body wanted this. The image of the poor squirrel bent over. Being fucked. Being raped. Screaming in pain while a grown woman pounded her... pounded her much like Elham's husband had done to her on their wedding night.\n\n\tShe didn't want to think about it. She certainly wasn't aroused by it. But that was the problem. She was aroused. Just from the way her captor had been using her. Hot and wet. Her insides screaming at her as they begged for the toy. Not knowing or caring that they'd raped a little girl. Not concerned with the fact that such a narrative would be seared into her mind if she allowed this all to continue. She was fine for the moment. But the hate she felt as she spat at her captor wasn't nearly enough to distract her from the fact that she wanted something back inside of her. She needed something to push her over the edge. The poor woman racked her brain, trying to pray, trying to do something to distract herself, right until the panties went inside of her again.\n\n\t``Elham is gonna be such a hot lezzy mommy. I just know it.'' Agnes giggle-snorted ``Just watch, she's gonna be so scared every time you walk in the room she'll piss herself. You won't even be able to get wet without seeing a cub in pain. Knowing all those dirty men and women are out there, feeling their eyes on the nasty cubophile as she suffocates her little adopted daughter with those nice big ferret tits.'' The vibrator went back into Elham while the woman whispered the words. Slowly licking affectionately up and down the bound ferrets neck ``So sinful. So shameful. Feeling the damp need running down your legs as you bend her cute little ass over. Start beating her pussy with a strap. Watch her sob and bawl and scream. I wonder, you think she'll call you mommy right away? No. I bet she won't. I bet Mommy Elham has to beat that naughty little fluffy tail black and blue until she submits. In fact I bet she'll do it afterwards, too. Because you can't get wet without all those pretty tears, can you?''\n\n\tAs she said the words, Agnes pushed the panties back deep into her unwilling lover's muzzle. Elham was trapped. Sobbing as the squirrel began to work her up once more. Expert movements of the kind one could only get from countless hours subjecting someone to this. Possibly even herself. Elham bawled as she felt the words slip into her head. Felt everything rolling around in her while the cruel woman just leaned in and started to lick and lap along her new lovers face. Edging her over and over again without a shred of mercy for the ferrets absolute horror and disgust.\n\n\t``You want to rape her, sweetheart. You need to rape her. You know it. Rape her. Rape me. Come on my beautiful dyke love. Rape your daughter. Rape your wife. That's how you can cum. The only way you can cum. Rape little molly. Rape her. Rape her.''\n\n\tThis continued on for god knew how long. Elham was so tired. So utterly exhausted. Helpless, hopeless, struggling as her brain reeled and her chest heaved poor Molly's scent with each breath, the essence of the girl flooding her while mental images of raping, of abusing, of beating the poor cub consumed the broken woman and devoured her years of sexual frustration.\n\n\tThere was no way to know how long it was before she heard anything else. Before the assault of near orgasm and dropping denial started to shift from what it had been. The ferret lay in a puddle of her own arousal. Her own need. Eyes lulled back in her head hearing the words whisper into her ear.\n\n\t``Tell me. Tell me you're going to rape. Going to rape her. Going to rape me. Tell me and I'll let you cum. Tell me and I'll make you cum!'' Agnes groaned and gasped as she started to suck on the other woman's ear tip, humping herself into Elham's side as she had for who knew how long. Her fingers reaching down to start pulling the panties free from that muzzle.\n\n\t``I... want to rape her.'' Elham coughed. ``I want to rape her. I want to fuck her little cunt. I want to rape Molly. Please, please let me cum.''\n\n\t``Keep saying it. You want to rape her. Want to rape me. Rape us. Rape your wife. Rape your daughter.'' Agnes moaned the words again and again as her thrusting paw picked up. Rolling and hammering the shaft in oh so deep. Coaxing the words, getting her to parrot the words while working the poor ferret closer and closer to the edge.\n\n\tAll the while Elham went limp. Drooling. Almost mindless in her parroting of the words. Mouthing them with her tongue lulling out of her muzzle.\n\n\t``Rape us. Rape your family, you dirty little dyke. Rape Molly. Rape Agnes. Rape Rayan, and cum!''\n\n\tElham's eyes went wide. Those words snapped her out of her panic. Just enough to wash her body with horror as she came. Finally arching her back and twitching while the strongest orgasm of her life utterly consumed her. Her mind narrowing to a point of pure unwanted pleasure as she slumped back. Coaxed into another orgasm, and another. Shoving it all deep into her mind.\n\n--------------------\n\n\tRayan was exhausted. He wanted to sleep. Even knowing the sleep would be filled with all manner of horrific images, of unspeakable acts that repulsed him to his core and grown men doing terrible things to young cubs or to each other. He wanted to sleep, but he couldn't. Not with the cocktail of chemicals pumping though his body.\n\n\tThe pills and shots had all come at once. They left the poor boy erect and painfully stiff. His body languishing in what he only dimly knew to be arousal. Something in the chemicals mixed with the ring around his poor little cock kept it from orgasm. A little bit of thin drippy pre would leak out, sure. But only so much, and only if he worked at it furiously, up to the point of getting something like rug burn from the constant stroking and attention of his paw.\n\n\tHe was locked in the small guest bedroom, looking up at a camera set up just over a TV. The TV showed him, the gothy, black haired boy with dark lipstick and smoky makeup. His arm socks already stained with white splotches from the attention he gave himself. His chest heaving. His tail curled around him as he tried to make himself sob again.\n\n\tHe had to obey, at least to a point. His captor had told him he had to. He'd told the crazed squirrel over and over again that he wasn't gay. He didn't like looking this way, or feeling this way. That he wanted to be a good boy. She simply told him that if he wasn't a `good boy' for all the nice men watching him, that he'd end up seeing Molly raped by a whole gang of feral dogs. Not just Grimm, but strays. Dirty, smelly, mean ones that wouldn't care for her wellbeing. She assured him that the men watching him would probably love that even more. Love it enough to see her end up hurt bad. Maybe even put in the hospital.\n\n\tHow a mother could ever do that to her child, he didn't know. Something had happened to Miss Churchill though. Something horrible. Bad enough that he was positive she'd do it, given half the excuse. It was ultimately all on him. He had to be the one to save Molly. Even if it meant he had to suffer for it.\n\n\tA loud buzzer dragged the boy from his thoughts. He looked up at the screen with a pained, forced smile. He offered up a couple of peace signs and nervously spread his legs as he sat on the edge of the bed, choking back a heavy sob.\n\n\t``Ok, guys. My break is over. I'm kinda glad, because I'm way too horny.''\n\n\tThey weren't his words. Not really. Rayan just meekly copied what he'd been shown in all of those horrible videos. The words, the movements. It had all been seared into his mind so deeply there was no way he could get it out. The dazed boy just kept telling himself that if he simply repeated those acts. If he was simply good, that Molly would be safe.\n\n\t``Thunderhorse_644... Y-yeah, Yeah I'm a little faggot. Of course. I mean, my little cock is cute, right?'' Rayan winced at the words. His hips raising up a bit as he showed off his little tween dick and the overly swollen little coin purse sac under it. He could see the moisture glistening on its tip from the image on the screen. Did his best, in spite of his own desires, to read the men all talking about how yummy it looked. Some wanting to suck and lick it. Some wanting to beat it until he cried. Soon though the conversation shifted, and his obviously fake smile broke just long enough to look horrified, before he managed to force it back into place.\n\n\t``Daddy_XxX_Bear... Y-you wanna see my butt?'' Rayan winced as he read the comments. The chastising words coming with a rather large `donation' of five hundred dollars. ``N-no Sir. I'm sorry, Sir. You're right. I should call my betters `Sir'.'' The words were meek and hollow. Rayan swallowing as he started to turn around. His cheeks already flushing at how a series of simple words on a screen could so utterly unseat him. Hitting him like a slap in the face and making him feel just how weak and powerless he was.\n\n\tHis soft, tan fur ruffled with his movements. The slender, almost girlish boy shifted around on the bed, crawling on his hands and knees. Reluctantly he pulled his tail away, showing off the cute, tight little rump. Toned from decent effort in PE and a good diet. Nothing special, or at least he'd never thought so. The shameful sound of donations from his new customers seemed to indicate differently.\n\n\tRayan was not the least bit flattered by that.\n\n\t``H-here you are, Sirs. A cute little gothfaggot's butt... I... I mean biopussy. Sorry Sir!'' he yelped as the current highest bidder corrected him. Even as the presumed bear gave another donation and instructed the poor boy to shove a finger up his `cunt'.\n\n\tIt always came down to this. Rayan bit his lip nearly hard enough to draw blood. His tongue tasting the waxy lipstick there. His rump pushed up high into the air as a digit pushed its way in slowly and carefully. Clenching down oh so tight. His finger rubbing the warm walls the way those boys in the videos had, trying to give off a good show.\n\n\t``Bunnybuns54282... Yeah. I.. yes Sir. I'm sure you could choke out my tight little throat on your cock. It'd probably... It'd probably be really hot. Right? I can be a good boy. Faggots like me. We only know how to worship cock and cum. I could, I could stroke it with my paws. Y-yes Sir. Even my footpaws. If that's what you want. Leave lots of dark, black lipstick marks up and down your cock, and your balls. Then you can fuck me as hard as you want. I'll probably cry a lot!'' \n\n\tIt only continued to get worse from there. A woman talking about making him into a urinal. Two men talking about using him as a canvas in their tattoo parlor and making him a `real goth boi'. One particular patron even suggested he should have to fuck his mother until his cute little package was empty. Make them a new fuckslut to enjoy inside of whatever bitch had spawned such a sexy, yummy little desert flower.\n\n\tRayan hated it. Hated all of it. Wished it would all just stop, and yet he was flat out unable to do anything more than follow the orders of the perverts who now ran his life. Slowly debasing himself as the drugs and fear for Molly's safety kept him going long past the point where he was ready to simply collapse.\n\n\tEventually he once again found himself sitting up on the edge of the bed, looking with almost glazed eyes at the image of the boy he no longer recognized. A paw moving up and down on the raw, swollen, stiff little cock.\n\n\t``No, Sir. I don't think I've actually seen a pig cock before. I don't know what they're like. B-but yeah, I... I'd love to find out. If you paid enough money.'' Rayan wasn't even himself when he heard the words being said. It was someone else. Something else. Some filthy sex addled fuck puppet with his body. The sum and total of all the horribly dirty little boys he'd had to watch for so long now.\n\n\tThe boy gave his best `girlish' moan and bit his lip, looking deep into the camera as he tried to do what he was sure was `sexy' ``I mean, I know bear cocks are probably my favorite.'' he lied ``A-and a good horse dick would probably ruin my tight little boi hole.'' To his horror Rayan realized he was playing with his nipple as he said the words. It was all just a show. It had to be. But it was closer to reality than he felt comfortable with. ``B-but I'd be happy to look at your cock. To do whatever you want, let you do whatever you want. I mean it's not like some little loser faggot gets a choice, right?'' \n\n\tHe was about to continue when a link opened. Something one of the people had shared. A link that the person controlling this stream, whoever it was, had decided to open for him. The screen with his own picture compressed, the one next to it showing a scene that sent his blood running cold.\n\n\tHis mother. Laying on Miss Churchill's bed. He knew it was her. Even if he could only see from the chest down he knew the clothing, and more importantly could recognize the fur color. He saw her on the bed there, laying back, her skirt hiked up. On her hips was a strapon. Another thing he knew all too well now. Strapped tight with one end going into her folds, and the other...\n\n\tRayan swallowed hard. It was Molly. The broken squirrel girl bawling softly as she bounced up and down. Fingering her folds while she bounced her flat little cub rump on the shaft.\n\n\tShe wasn't happy. Even if she obeyed it was clear that Molly was in hell. Unlike Rayan she wasn't pretending to enjoy any of it. No show of pleasure. Just a continual self-rape on the shaft while his mothers hips bucked up and down into her.\n\n\tSo distracted was the cub that he barely noticed the voices that came on. Flat monotone text-to-speech voices. Reading out the comments directed at him with mechanical cruelty.\n\n\t``Why did you stop stroking, sissy faggot?''\n\n\t``Aww is that his girlfriend?''\n\n\t``Looks like someone beat him to fucking his mom''\n\n\t``Go on, boy. Stroke to those soft paws bouncing her on that fake dick.''\n\n\tThey didn't stop. The voices persisted. Hammering against his brain relentlessly. All the while pushing further and further. Demanding that he stroke. Demanding that he cum to this. Encouraging him to just watch his mother rape poor Molly. The realization that all his hard work had been for nothing. That his own mother was part of this. That there was no salvation for either of the cubs now, not if his mom had been a part of this from the beginning.\n\n\tEverything grew uncomfortable now. Rayan's little cock swelling. His balls ached, feeling like they'd pop right where they were. Any complaints bout pain from his stroking were now utterly gone. Any pretense of pleasure or joy at his abuse was gone. He was now just a blubbering, sobbing, stroking mess of a fake goth boy. His body heaving. Feeling sick to his stomach as he slowly pushed himself past the seemingly impossible edge. Thick ropes of sticky ferret spunk splattering on the carpet and into his paw.\n\n\tThe mocking voices filled the air around him, and he cried.\n\n--------------------\n\n\tElham's paw ached. She was nude now. Naked, sweaty, trembling. She was still cuffed, though sleep deprivation and abuse had meant that the heavy restraints were left off, at least for now. She was too tired, too delirious to do anything more than shudder there where she lay, her paw working at her sore breast and between her now needy folds.\n\n\tWhen she felt the familiar arms wrap around her, Elham tried to fight it for a moment. She cursed God that she'd ever met this horrible woman. The reality of what had happened to her, not to mention what she now expected had been happening to her son? It was worse abuse than she'd ever felt at the hands of her horrible ex.\n\n\tAnd yet... the tenderness. The affection. The way the squirrel woman held her. Kissed her. Stroked her cheek fur and cuddled in close. No assault this time. No rape. Sure it would come later. It always came eventually. But for the moment there was... affection. Affection Elham had never known before. Affection that helped sooth her broken body. It didn't much matter that it was coming from the one who had broken it to begin with.\n\n\t``I told Molly that you really enjoyed her little ass.'' Agnes murred into her unwilling lover's ear. ``I said `your new mommy is gonna be so happy knowing she can just plow those tight little holes until they're nice and wrecked. You should thank her some time.'. Then I sat her down all tied up in front of some lesbian abuse hentai to figure out a way she can thank her new mom for finding her so cute.''\n\n\t``I'm not going to...'' Elham shook her head and sobbed a bit ``You know I won't. I can't.''\n\n\t``Oh, sure you can.'' Agnes muttered gently ``In fact you did. I saw your hips moving under her. I saw the way you writhed and wriggled. It doesn't matter if your face was hooded up. We both know what you were doing.''\n\n\tElham blushed furiously. She shook her head and tried to hide it. Her whole body quaked even as soothing finger strokes though her tummy fur caused the anxiety in her body to evaporate.\n\n\t``Come on now, sweetheart. You know you wanted it. You could always lie. Say you were thinking of me. Or maybe of a certain cute little boy. I bet he was hoping you were thinking of him. That's why he finally came. God, he whined so much about cleaning it up, too. As if his own cum is any worse than Grimms.''\n\n\tElham went rigid. Once again she tired to wriggle free, shaking her head as the realization hit her. ``You didn't, you can't. Oh god please, Allah please tell me why are you doing this. Agnes. What did I do? What did I ever do to you?'' The words were shushed, and a finger pushed to her lips. The ferret woman looked back into the squirrels blue eyes. Shuddering as she felt the other woman's breath break on her face.\n\n\t``I love you, Elham. Even before all of this I had feelings for you. I knew you wouldn't let yourself feel the same. Plus I never wanted to hurt you.'' She then licked her lips and leaned in ``but Mistress does. She wants to hurt us both. So bad. She wanted to take everything from me. But to take you from me, she had to give you to me. She had to make sure you were mine in a way you'd never fully forgive me for. She just ruined me. A stupid, worthless little loser... and now we're stuck. Hers. Forever.''\n\n\tElham shuddered at the realization. Her eyes wide in terror. All she could do was lean into the embrace as the squirrel woman began to fall asleep against her, realizing her life was now an inescapable hell.\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Give her Everything: Part 5

By TerraMGP

\tElham wanted to sleep. Badly. She wasn't quite sure how long she'd been without sleep. She knew it was longer than she'd been without food, this time. That didn't help much. Especially not when said food was just bland nutrition supplements funneled down her throat.

\tShe was in Nessas house now. No, Agnes. That's what she wanted to go by. At first Elham refused. Mostly out of spite. She had every right to feel spiteful. Her best friend had raped her. So many times now. She'd raped her son. Used him. Molested him.

\tWhen Elham's work called her cell she'd hope that would be a way to escape. That they'd know something was wrong and send someone to check her house. She'd been gagged at the time. A pair of panties shoved into her mouth. Molly's, which it horrified Elham to realize she could distinguish from Agnes' now just by taste. As such she was totally helpless and unable to call out when Agnes picked up the phone. She watched as her attacker went on a long rant. She told them that she was Elham's girlfriend. That the ferret had been so overworked and underappreciated she quit. That she wasn't giving notice, and that the company could shove any future overtures they made. She then went on to tell them how they were eloping, and Agnes was going to give Elham such a wild honeymoon that she'd take away all the stress from that shithole of a job. Going into all manner of graphic detail before whoever was on the other end of the line finally hung up.

\tNeedless to say, even when she got out of this Elham knew her career was probably fucked. Any background check on her was going to hear about that. It might be enough that she'd have to move and switch industries, or take some menial job just to get by.

\tIt felt odd focusing on things like that. On how to fix this when she got out. The therapy her son would need. How to get lawyers to help attack Agnes and this mysterious `Mistress' she kept talking about. It was a distraction. The only distraction she had right now. The only way to block out everything else going on in her mind.

\tOutside of those thoughts, there was only audio. Sounds. Noises. Narrated stories of little boys and little girls. Of lesbian encounters. Horrible and perverse things pumped into her ears as she lay there in Agnes' bed. Tied up tight with itchy swing set rope like one of those Japanese models her ex husband used to drool over.

\tThere was nothing to do but listen. Listen and stare at the ceiling. Struggling to stay awake in spite of herself, for fear that the odd noises she heard rolling in and out of her headphones were something deeper and more dangerous than just odd audio effects.

\tThe closest thing she had to solace was knowing these audio recordings had to be fake. It was of a `mother and child', though the girl was clearly a 20 something affecting a tweenager voice unconvincingly. The mother smacking and yelling at the girl, telling her to do a better job servicing the client. Telling her that she should be grateful that someone paid to beat the shit out of a worthless little cub like her. That even rimming such a perfect woman's ass was too good for the worthless little mistake of a bunny. The words were hard and horrifying. Worse since the story being told was clearly meant for the listener to marine herself there. Bent over and grabbing the innocent little bunny girl by the ears. Yanking her face into that wiggling ass and making her lick as if she should be grateful for the chance.

\tThere was a buzz. The vibease. Shamefully, Elham did have a vibrator at home. Some small simple pink one in the shape and size of an average ferret man. Bigger than her ex, she had shamefully admitted when she got it. These weren't much bigger. One stuffed in either of her lower holes. Her once virgin ass still aching from the careless insertion. The only issue was that they weren't just vibrators. They were synched to the computer. Going off at specific points in each given story. Forcing her to be an unwilling participant in the narrative even as she tired to shut out the mental image of a sobbing, bruised, battered bunny with big innocent doe eyes and her face covered in Elham's womanly juices.

\tEventually the door did open. Elham looked over, shuddering as she looked at Agnes. Glasses, a dirty and ill fitting tee shirt. A plaid skirt that looked more like a schoolgirl outfit. It looked ridiculous, painfully so. More a costume than anything she could take seriously. But then Elham had far bigger concerns right now.

\t``Hey there sweetie!'' the chipper squirrel snickered. Moving up to the bed, she sat down and insanely put a paw on one of Elhams breasts. Gripping the flesh firmly and squeezing until she drew a pained groan. This was more than enough to make Agnes chuckle, leaning in and smooching Elham on the cheek.

\tElham slumped. She was already at her wits end. Even if she wanted to protect, she couldn't. The gag made it impossible. She was too tired. Too dehydrated. Too broken. Too hazy. When Agnes pulled the panties out and replaced them with a bottle of water, Elham was only too quick to start choking down every drop she could. Never mind that the squirrels other paw was slowly molesting her breasts. Never mind that the noises in her ears were basically some poor cub girl screaming in pain as her mommy beat the shit out of her. All the while moaning as `someone' finger-fucked her little body. The dump of raw dopamine into Elham's brain was a dangerously heady elixir that rendered her slumped and docile, looking up with tear-filled eyes at her deranged best friend.

\t``Having fun, I see?'' Agnes snickered ``I knew you would. I'm sorry we gotta keep you tied up like this for now. But don't worry. Once you're a hopeless, degenerate pervert like me, I'm sure we can let you free to have some fun. Little Molly is gonna be so cute playing with her new mommy.''

\t``I would never hurt her.'' Elham spat. ``And I would never marry you! Especially not now.''

\t``Silly girl.'' Agnes snickered ``Talking like you have a choice. Of course you will. I can't wait to see it. Seeing you stomp on her little cunny until she calls you mommy. Setting up some fun `playdates' with Grimm. Mmm and of course I bet you can't wait to have that warm, wet, sweet lil cub cunny all to yourself. Can you?''

\tEven as she said the words, Agnes was busy reaching down between Elham's legs. Her fingers wrapping around the base of the dildo. Moving the shaft in and out slowly, carefully. Looking into the ferrets eyes. Licking her lips.

\tOnce again it was a cruel mix of pleasure and shame-fueled hate in Elham's eyes. She'd never felt so helpless before. Not just physically, but emotionally. The proud woman was resolute and sure. She was not about to allow this to happen. And yet the fact that she had no real way to stop it. The fact that pleasure bloomed between her legs while the mental images danced at the corner of her mind. Molly's taste still lingered on her lips. She knew it now. It had been all but burned into her mind with the suffering and now she found herself licking the dry, parched lips while the shaft moved in and out. More pleasure hammering her every moment.

\t``It's not my fault you know. I don't get a choice. So you don't get a choice. Mistress breaks my dumb, dweeby mind. She ruins me. Because she can. Because its' funny.'' The squirrel woman pushed her chest out and moaned, her tongue lulling to the side as she tried to make her breasts look bigger than the y were, to all but shove them into the bound woman's face as she continued ``I'm just a silly, slutty, pervy lil dweeb dolly. And you're my girlfriend. Because a bunch of fucked-up pervs are gonna pay oh so much money to our Mistress to see me making out with a hot goth milf muslim bitch.'' As if to drive the point home, she started to slowly lick and lap sloppily around the ferrets muzzle. Moaning, her chest heaving and rump sticking up in the air. Slowly forcing a hard kiss on the bound woman with all the class and tact of a teenager weaned on porn.

\tYears. It had been years since Elham had any real affection. Years of abuse and neglect before finally being abandoned. Years of watching her poor son grow up, focusing on his needs to the exclusion of all else. Years of hating herself as she tried so hard to avoid sinning when life presented her with nothing but temptation.

\tNow she was exhausted. Pent up. Her former best friend toying with her brain while kissing her in a way her bastard husband never had. Coaxing pleasure she absolutely did not desire from the exhausted muslimah. She couldn't shut it out. Couldn't stop her own tongue from tracing and lapping at the invaders. Her hips slowly moving up and down as she tried to work her burning loins up to some sort of true pleasure. Something more than her own fumbling fingers and deep seeded shame.

\t``This was in Molly, you know.'' Agnes whispered as she pulled back, her eyes twinkling. She pushed the shaft in firmly as she said it, rewarding the ferret for her horrified bliss. ``Fucked her long, and hard. Fucked her until she cried. Until she started to bleed. Fucked her. Raped her. And now here you are. Fucking her. Raping her.''

\tJust when she was getting close, Agnes pulled the shaft out. Holding it there. Leaving her hanging. Elham started to sob in horror as she realized how badly her body wanted this. The image of the poor squirrel bent over. Being fucked. Being raped. Screaming in pain while a grown woman pounded her... pounded her much like Elham's husband had done to her on their wedding night.

\tShe didn't want to think about it. She certainly wasn't aroused by it. But that was the problem. She was aroused. Just from the way her captor had been using her. Hot and wet. Her insides screaming at her as they begged for the toy. Not knowing or caring that they'd raped a little girl. Not concerned with the fact that such a narrative would be seared into her mind if she allowed this all to continue. She was fine for the moment. But the hate she felt as she spat at her captor wasn't nearly enough to distract her from the fact that she wanted something back inside of her. She needed something to push her over the edge. The poor woman racked her brain, trying to pray, trying to do something to distract herself, right until the panties went inside of her again.

\t``Elham is gonna be such a hot lezzy mommy. I just know it.'' Agnes giggle-snorted ``Just watch, she's gonna be so scared every time you walk in the room she'll piss herself. You won't even be able to get wet without seeing a cub in pain. Knowing all those dirty men and women are out there, feeling their eyes on the nasty cubophile as she suffocates her little adopted daughter with those nice big ferret tits.'' The vibrator went back into Elham while the woman whispered the words. Slowly licking affectionately up and down the bound ferrets neck ``So sinful. So shameful. Feeling the damp need running down your legs as you bend her cute little ass over. Start beating her pussy with a strap. Watch her sob and bawl and scream. I wonder, you think she'll call you mommy right away? No. I bet she won't. I bet Mommy Elham has to beat that naughty little fluffy tail black and blue until she submits. In fact I bet she'll do it afterwards, too. Because you can't get wet without all those pretty tears, can you?''

\tAs she said the words, Agnes pushed the panties back deep into her unwilling lover's muzzle. Elham was trapped. Sobbing as the squirrel began to work her up once more. Expert movements of the kind one could only get from countless hours subjecting someone to this. Possibly even herself. Elham bawled as she felt the words slip into her head. Felt everything rolling around in her while the cruel woman just leaned in and started to lick and lap along her new lovers face. Edging her over and over again without a shred of mercy for the ferrets absolute horror and disgust.

\t``You want to rape her, sweetheart. You need to rape her. You know it. Rape her. Rape me. Come on my beautiful dyke love. Rape your daughter. Rape your wife. That's how you can cum. The only way you can cum. Rape little molly. Rape her. Rape her.''

\tThis continued on for god knew how long. Elham was so tired.  So utterly exhausted. Helpless, hopeless, struggling as her brain reeled and her chest heaved poor Molly's scent with each breath, the essence of the girl flooding her while mental images of raping, of abusing, of beating the poor cub consumed the broken woman and devoured her years of sexual frustration.

\tThere was no way to know how long it was before she heard anything else. Before the assault of near orgasm and dropping denial started to shift from what it had been. The ferret lay in a puddle of her own arousal. Her own need. Eyes lulled back in her head hearing the words whisper into her ear.

\t``Tell me. Tell me you're going to rape. Going to rape her. Going to rape me. Tell me and I'll let you cum. Tell me and I'll make you cum!'' Agnes groaned and gasped as she started to suck on the other woman's ear tip, humping herself into Elham's side as she had for who knew how long. Her fingers reaching down to start pulling the panties free from that muzzle.

\t``I... want to rape her.'' Elham coughed. ``I want to rape her. I want to fuck her little cunt. I want to rape Molly. Please, please let me cum.''

\t``Keep saying it. You want to rape her. Want to rape me. Rape us. Rape your wife. Rape your daughter.'' Agnes moaned the words again and again as her thrusting paw picked up. Rolling and hammering the shaft in oh so deep. Coaxing the words, getting her to parrot the words while working the poor ferret closer and closer to the edge.

\tAll the while Elham went limp. Drooling. Almost mindless in her parroting of the words. Mouthing them with her tongue lulling out of her muzzle.

\t``Rape us. Rape your family, you dirty little dyke. Rape Molly. Rape Agnes. Rape Rayan, and cum!''

\tElham's eyes went wide. Those words snapped her out of her panic. Just enough to wash her body with horror as she came. Finally arching her back and twitching while the strongest orgasm of her life utterly consumed her. Her mind narrowing to a point of pure unwanted pleasure as she slumped back. Coaxed into another orgasm, and another. Shoving it all deep into her mind.

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\tRayan was exhausted. He wanted to sleep. Even knowing the sleep would be filled with all manner of horrific images, of unspeakable acts that repulsed him to his core and grown men doing terrible things to young cubs or to each other. He wanted to sleep, but he couldn't. Not with the cocktail of chemicals pumping though his body.

\tThe pills and shots had all come at once. They left the poor boy erect and painfully stiff. His body languishing in what he only dimly knew to be arousal. Something in the chemicals mixed with the ring around his poor little cock kept it from orgasm. A little bit of thin drippy pre would leak out, sure. But only so much, and only if he worked at it furiously, up to the point of getting something like rug burn from the constant stroking and attention of his paw.

\tHe was locked in the small guest bedroom, looking up at a camera set up just over a TV. The TV showed him, the gothy, black haired boy with dark lipstick and smoky makeup. His arm socks already stained with white splotches from the attention he gave himself. His chest heaving. His tail curled around him as he tried to make himself sob again.

\tHe had to obey, at least to a point. His captor had told him he had to. He'd told the crazed squirrel over and over again that he wasn't gay. He didn't like looking this way, or feeling this way. That he wanted to be a good boy. She simply told him that if he wasn't a `good boy' for all the nice men watching him, that he'd end up seeing Molly raped by a whole gang of feral dogs. Not just Grimm, but strays. Dirty, smelly, mean ones that wouldn't care for her wellbeing. She assured him that the men watching him would probably love that even more. Love it enough to see her end up hurt bad. Maybe even put in the hospital.

\tHow a mother could ever do that to her child, he didn't know. Something had happened to Miss Churchill though. Something horrible. Bad enough that he was positive she'd do it, given half the excuse. It was ultimately all on him. He had to be the one to save Molly. Even if it meant he had to suffer for it.

\tA loud buzzer dragged the boy from his thoughts. He looked up at the screen with a pained, forced smile. He offered up a couple of peace signs and nervously spread his legs as he sat on the edge of the bed, choking back a heavy sob.

\t``Ok, guys. My break is over. I'm kinda glad, because I'm way too horny.''

\tThey weren't his words. Not really. Rayan just meekly copied what he'd been shown in all of those horrible videos. The words, the movements. It had all been seared into his mind so deeply there was no way he could get it out. The dazed boy just kept telling himself that if he simply repeated those acts. If he was simply good, that Molly would be safe.

\t``Thunderhorse_644... Y-yeah, Yeah I'm a little faggot. Of course. I mean, my little cock is cute, right?'' Rayan winced at the words. His hips raising up a bit as he showed off his little tween dick and the overly swollen little coin purse sac under it. He could see the moisture glistening on its tip from the image on the screen. Did his best, in spite of his own desires, to read the men all talking about how yummy it looked. Some wanting to suck and lick it. Some wanting to beat it until he cried. Soon though the conversation shifted, and his obviously fake smile broke just long enough to look horrified, before he managed to force it back into place.

\t``Daddy_XxX_Bear... Y-you wanna see my butt?'' Rayan winced as he read the comments. The chastising words coming with a rather large `donation' of five hundred dollars. ``N-no Sir. I'm sorry, Sir. You're right. I should call my betters `Sir'.'' The words were meek and hollow. Rayan swallowing as he started to turn around. His cheeks already flushing at how a series of simple words on a screen could so utterly unseat him. Hitting him like a slap in the face and making him feel just how weak and powerless he was.

\tHis soft, tan fur ruffled with his movements. The slender, almost girlish boy shifted around on the bed, crawling on his hands and knees. Reluctantly he pulled his tail away, showing off the cute, tight little rump. Toned from decent effort in PE and a good diet. Nothing special, or at least he'd never thought so. The shameful sound of donations from his new customers seemed to indicate differently.

\tRayan was not the least bit flattered by that.

\t``H-here you are, Sirs. A cute little gothfaggot's butt... I... I mean biopussy. Sorry Sir!'' he yelped as the current highest bidder corrected him. Even as the presumed bear gave another donation and instructed the poor boy to shove a finger up his `cunt'.

\tIt always came down to this. Rayan bit his lip nearly hard enough to draw blood. His tongue tasting the waxy lipstick there. His rump pushed up high into the air as a digit pushed its way in slowly and carefully. Clenching down oh so tight. His finger rubbing the warm walls the way those boys in the videos had, trying to give off a good show.

\t``Bunnybuns54282... Yeah. I.. yes Sir. I'm sure you could choke out my tight little throat on your cock. It'd probably... It'd probably be really hot. Right? I can be a good boy. Faggots like me. We only know how to worship cock and cum. I could, I could stroke it with my paws. Y-yes Sir. Even my footpaws. If that's what you want. Leave lots of dark, black lipstick marks up and down your cock, and your balls. Then you can fuck me as hard as you want. I'll probably cry a lot!''

\tIt only continued to get worse from there. A woman talking about making him into a urinal. Two men talking about using him as a canvas in their tattoo parlor and making him a `real goth boi'. One particular patron even suggested he should have to fuck his mother until his cute little package was empty. Make them a new fuckslut to enjoy inside of whatever bitch had spawned such a sexy, yummy little desert flower.

\tRayan hated it. Hated all of it. Wished it would all just stop, and yet he was flat out unable to do anything more than follow the orders of the perverts who now ran his life. Slowly debasing himself as the drugs and fear for Molly's safety kept him going long past the point where he was ready to simply collapse.

\tEventually he once again found himself sitting up on the edge of the bed, looking with almost glazed eyes at the image of the boy he no longer recognized. A paw moving up and down on the raw, swollen, stiff little cock.

\t``No, Sir. I don't think I've actually seen a pig cock before. I don't know what they're like. B-but yeah, I... I'd love to find out. If you paid enough money.'' Rayan wasn't even himself when he heard the words being said. It was someone else. Something else. Some filthy sex addled fuck puppet with his body. The sum and total of all the horribly dirty little boys he'd had to watch for so long now.

\tThe boy gave his best `girlish' moan and bit his lip, looking deep into the camera as he tried to do what he was sure was `sexy' ``I mean, I know bear cocks are probably my favorite.'' he lied ``A-and a good horse dick would probably ruin my tight little boi hole.'' To his horror Rayan realized he was playing with his nipple as he said the words. It was all just a show. It had to be. But it was closer to reality than he felt comfortable with. ``B-but I'd be happy to look at your cock. To do whatever you want, let you do whatever you want. I mean it's not like some little loser faggot gets a choice, right?''

\tHe was about to continue when a link opened. Something one of the people had shared. A link that the person controlling this stream, whoever it was, had decided to open for him. The screen with his own picture compressed, the one next to it showing a scene that sent his blood running cold.

\tHis mother. Laying on Miss Churchill's bed. He knew it was her. Even if he could only see from the chest down he knew the clothing, and more importantly could recognize the fur color. He saw her on the bed there, laying back, her skirt hiked up. On her hips was a strapon. Another thing he knew all too well now. Strapped tight with one end going into her folds, and the other...

\tRayan swallowed hard. It was Molly. The broken squirrel girl bawling softly as she bounced up and down. Fingering her folds while she bounced her flat little cub rump on the shaft.

\tShe wasn't happy. Even if she obeyed it was clear that Molly was in hell. Unlike Rayan she wasn't pretending to enjoy any of it. No show of pleasure. Just a continual self-rape on the shaft while his mothers hips bucked up and down into her.

\tSo distracted was the cub that he barely noticed the voices that came on. Flat monotone text-to-speech voices. Reading out the comments directed at him with mechanical cruelty.

\t``Why did you stop stroking, sissy faggot?''

\t``Aww is that his girlfriend?''

\t``Looks like someone beat him to fucking his mom''

\t``Go on, boy. Stroke to those soft paws bouncing her on that fake dick.''

\tThey didn't stop. The voices persisted. Hammering against his brain relentlessly. All the while pushing further and further. Demanding that he stroke. Demanding that he cum to this. Encouraging him to just watch his mother rape poor Molly. The realization that all his hard work had been for nothing. That his own mother was part of this. That there was no salvation for either of the cubs now, not if his mom had been a part of this from the beginning.

\tEverything grew uncomfortable now. Rayan's little cock swelling. His balls ached, feeling like they'd pop right where they were. Any complaints bout pain from his stroking were now utterly gone. Any pretense of pleasure or joy at his abuse was gone. He was now just a blubbering, sobbing, stroking mess of a fake goth boy. His body heaving. Feeling sick to his stomach as he slowly pushed himself past the seemingly impossible edge. Thick ropes of sticky ferret spunk splattering on the carpet and into his paw.

\tThe mocking voices filled the air around him, and he cried.

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\tElham's paw ached. She was nude now. Naked, sweaty, trembling. She was still cuffed, though sleep deprivation and abuse had meant that the heavy restraints were left off, at least for now. She was too tired, too delirious to do anything more than shudder there where she lay, her paw working at her sore breast and between her now needy folds.

\tWhen she felt the familiar arms wrap around her, Elham tried to fight it for a moment. She cursed God that she'd ever met this horrible woman. The reality of what had happened to her, not to mention what she now expected had been happening to her son? It was worse abuse than she'd ever felt at the hands of her horrible ex.

\tAnd yet... the tenderness. The affection. The way the squirrel woman held her. Kissed her. Stroked her cheek fur and cuddled in close. No assault this time. No rape. Sure it would come later. It always came eventually. But for the moment there was... affection. Affection Elham had never known before. Affection that helped sooth her broken body. It didn't much matter that it was coming from the one who had broken it to begin with.

\t``I told Molly that you really enjoyed her little ass.'' Agnes murred into her unwilling lover's ear. ``I said `your new mommy is gonna be so happy knowing she can just plow those tight little holes until they're nice and wrecked. You should thank her some time.'. Then I sat her down all tied up in front of some lesbian abuse hentai to figure out a way she can thank her new mom for finding her so cute.''

\t``I'm not going to...'' Elham shook her head and sobbed a bit ``You know I won't. I can't.''

\t``Oh, sure you can.'' Agnes muttered gently ``In fact you did. I saw your hips moving under her. I saw the way you writhed and wriggled. It doesn't matter if your face was hooded up. We both know what you were doing.''

\tElham blushed furiously. She shook her head and tried to hide it. Her whole body quaked even as soothing finger strokes though her tummy fur caused the anxiety in her body to evaporate.

\t``Come on now, sweetheart. You know you wanted it. You could always lie. Say you were thinking of me. Or maybe of a certain cute little boy. I bet he was hoping you were thinking of him. That's why he finally came. God, he whined so much about cleaning it up, too. As if his own cum is any worse than Grimms.''

\tElham went rigid. Once again she tired to wriggle free, shaking her head as the realization hit her. ``You didn't, you can't. Oh god please, Allah please tell me why are you doing this. Agnes. What did I do? What did I ever do to you?'' The words were shushed, and a finger pushed to her lips. The ferret woman looked back into the squirrels blue eyes. Shuddering as she felt the other woman's breath break on her face.

\t``I love you, Elham. Even before all of this I had feelings for you. I knew you wouldn't let yourself feel the same. Plus I never wanted to hurt you.'' She then licked her lips and leaned in ``but Mistress does. She wants to hurt us both. So bad. She wanted to take everything from me. But to take you from me, she had to give you to me. She had to make sure you were mine in a way you'd never fully forgive me for. She just ruined me. A stupid, worthless little loser... and now we're stuck. Hers. Forever.''

\tElham shuddered at the realization. Her eyes wide in terror. All she could do was lean into the embrace as the squirrel woman began to fall asleep against her, realizing her life was now an inescapable hell.

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