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Lemmie know if you guys want this in a mini pool", "writing": "The Long Winter\nBy TerraMGP\n\n\tThe crack of noon finally made its way though the blackout blinds. It was the curse of older houses. Nothing was ever lined up quite right. Everything was just so slightly off, and it made for little annoyances such as this.\n\n\tThat was why Winter slept on the side of the bed that she did. She didn’t deserve it. The chubby, big titted beaver girl knew that all too well. She should have been shoved into a cage at the foot of Master’s bed. Or chained up in the bathroom listening to sounds of her own violation all night to keep her docile and exhausted. She was a loser, a dweeby four-eyed freak who spent every waking moment unbearably horny. Every night Winter fell asleep wondering if she’d wake up to a younger, cuter slave taking her place and shoving her out of the bed. The mere thought of it got her paw pushed between her chubby thighs as her big broad tail slapped down on the bed softly. It was hot… but it wasn’t for her to think about. Not now. Not when actual work needed to be done.\n\n\tAs one would expect of someone as virile as her Master, the blankets were tented with a nice firm erection. She was kissing dopily at the blankets even before she could pull them off. The bottle-black headfur of the chubby beaver girl falling in front of her face as she tried to whiff the drug of her owner’s pheromones. It was a ritual at this point. Something most probably would have gotten sick of by now. If she was forced to be with anyone other than her Master she probably would have too. That was the power of addiction, and god was she addicted.\n\n\tCarefully as she could with her trembling hands, Winter pulled at the blankets to remove them. The warm cockflesh sprang free of the covers as they were removed and smacked her in the face. She then dutifully began to worship. Starting with his balls. Sniffing, licking, caressing them with her tongue while using the flat of her bucked front teeth to slowly coax pleasure from them. To feel the thick warm seed that with luck some prettier girl would get to feel in her womb some day.\n\n\tThat thought roiled in Winters head as she kissed and sucked. Her nostrils flaring. Her tail thudding in a slow steady rhythm all while he groaned and twitched under her tender ministrations. From there the dweeby girl pushed her studded tongue up against the flesh itself. Kissing and sucking hotly on it. Rolling her eyes back into her head while tracing lazy circles at the point where cock left sheath. The prayer to his flesh guiding her to nose at the full balls and place her tender kisses only when she was sure she would not wake him. After all, this was for his pleasure not hers. Never hers.\n\n\tSlowly Winter worked her way up to the tip. Kissing and licking along it while keeping her eyes focused on the svelte twenty-something Rat who ruled her world. The unconscious man who had taken away all of her worthless free will so long ago as nothing more than a way to punish her hubris. She longed to push her head down. She’d taken great care not to let her gag reflex fully erode. She loved to choke on him. Loved to see his eyes light up when she was in pain. She wanted it more than anything. But to do so would wake him. Master needed to wake on his own time.\n\n\tIt didn‘t stop her from pleasing him, though. Huffing his wonderful musk and watching small signs of awareness stir to life from him. She watched an eye flutter hear. A cute little groan there. She savored this. Savored every aspect of him even while pushing her face down into his balls and taking a sniff. In her minds eye she tried to see the actually cute girl who might be pleasing him now. Someone slender and striking and more fitting of being his cumrag. Winter did her best to emulate that imagined girl. To move her tongue the way she would. To lick slowly from the swollen sac up the thick shaft. Nestling and nuzzling, using her bristly cheek fur as a poor substitute for whatever silky soft fur the pretty girl in the dream must have. \n\n\tOh how the beaver girl wished for that cuck-cake slave to be real. To give Master everything he needed while the useless little Winter was forced to wallow in her own shame tied up in some cage in the corner. Maybe some day that would be her life. But that was not hers to decide. She was nothing more than a stupid little suck- doll, and she paused when she began to taste the wonderful pre on her tongue.\n\n\tIt was always a bit hard to tell just what kind of reward the beaver girl would get for her work. Well, Master called it that. Gifts would probably be more fitting. She wasn’t good enough for her work to earn her anything. Winter knew that, and she loved it. This time she felt his paw gracing her neck. Arty grabbing hold and squeezing. Her blood flow cut off just enough to make her already light head swim and dance. Enough pressure to leave her body a bit limp as he pushed her pudgy ass up and back on to the bed. Sitting on her knees. Watching the slim rat boy tower over her on the bed. Looking down into her eyes.\n\n\tHe let go. Then a slap. A hard blow. Enough to unseat her a bit and cause her to collapse. Thick strands of bottle black headfur falling in front of her face. Tears in her eyes. Her body shifting frantically as she felt him rise a bit. Her hair grabbed roughly and her body arching back. Twisted into a position where what little leverage she might have was washed away. Pure tactile subservience drilled once more into the bitch beaver’s brain.\n\n\t“Was the little fleshlight getting greedy again this morning?” Arty snickered.\n\n\tWinter simply nodded hard. Tears already forming n her eyes.\n\n\t“Good.” He laughed. A soft shove sending her on to the floor. He shifted himself out of bed while she knelt up and looked up at him. Practically drooling. “You’ve been such a good girl lately, Winter. I’ve almost considered looking at your cute face during my evening blowjob instead of watching porn. Almost.”\n\n\tThe gothy girl shook her head frantically and bit her lip hard. Her body shaking and shuddering “Master… you don’t need to put yourself out like that.” she whined. “Good girls are just happy to get a chance to edge while pleasing their betters.”\n\n\t“Don’t you think I know that, dumb little flavescent?” Arty scoffed. Even as he said it he guided her up and let her lay on the bed. Her rump in the air, tail lifted, big gothy tits squished down between her body and the mattress causing her just the right amount of discomfort.\n\n\tHe began to rub a paw between her legs. Up and down. Slowly. Carefully. She was already wet, and his touch only made it more so. Doofy nasal moans and high pitched squeals thrummed from winter’s chest as she rocked back and forth. Her whiny noises of absolute bliss grating even for her own ears and she knew her Master must find it more so. But she still reveled in it. Reveled in his wonderful abuse as he teased the always horny slut. Panted as he started to slowly undo the bars holding on her chastity piercing. The plate that covered her needy naughty sex loosening bit by bit as he traced one digit up and down her slit.\n\n\t“I think we need to play a little game, slut.” Arty muttered “I think we have enough time before you have to head off to work. Or I could fuck you up and make you late. God knows you won’t mind will you?”\n\n\tShe whimpered softly and spread her legs more. Any will she once had, long ago, was now shattered. Her whole body heaving while she took deep nervous nasal breaths in a futile attempt to calm her body from what was being pushed on to her. The finger dipping in to her barely touched folds broke that stillness with a loud groan and forced Winter to bite down hard on the sheets as her whole upper body curled so very hard in on itself.\n\n\t“We got a game tonight. I want a dice bag. But you’re going to carry it around for me. Figure it will give me a bit of luck on the rolls.” Without Another word the rat began to slowly shove something into the overly needy opening. He was careful. Gentle. So much so that the poor submissive was forced to curl her body harder and harder just to avoid bucking herself to orgasm on his paw. It would be so easy. So god damn wonderful.\n\n\tWinter moaned a few incomprehensible words while her legs kicked. A bit of drool running down her muzzle as she tried to look back at him. “Master, please. This dumb dweeb cunt has to go to work today.” \tIt didn’t stop him. Once after another the polygons slipped into her. Smoothish D20s and D12s and D10s. The sharp painful D8s and D4s. Even the D6s which were all but drowned out by the contrast of everything else. One after another they slipped in with a new sensation added to the array. She could tell, Arty was emptying out his dice bag into her. Filling her up. The collection stretching her bit by bit. Not as much as her Masters shaft, naturally. Or the various toys he’d often use to tease her. But the way it all moved and shifted into her underused snatch was a mix of pleasure and pain she struggled to process even as the last few little slivers of plastic slid into her body.\n\n\t“That’s better.” Arty snickered “Cute little ben-wa bag I have here, huh?” The last few die were pushed in firmly. Arty giving the cute gothy girl a firm smack between her legs before he began to put the plate back in place over her folds. Securing away her cunt until he saw fit to make use of it again.\n\n\t“There we go. Better.” He snickered softly. Fingers slowly beginning to run though Winter’s somewhat damaged headfur. A tiny tingle running to her tailtip as she jostled around on the bed and tried like hell to get herself situated. Even the smallest bit of movement ruined such attempts, forcing her to feel the items wedged in her. A small but constant bit of pleasure and pain every time she moved.\n\n\t“Master… I still have to go to work.” Winter whined. Her body contorting once more as he grabbed hold of her hair harder and yanked her up, giving his pet a nice firm kiss.\n\n\t“Well duh.” Arty smirked “A little loser like you who can’t find work in her field needs to make herself a useful little retail doormat.” The rat smiled wide as he said this. He’d chosen her degree. He’d ridden her to be a good little dweeb and get straight As, and to goon herself between classes. To do all sorts of nasty things to herself.\n\n\tIt was more power he had over her, and she lived for it. Reluctantly pulling herself up and moving to get the lacey-yet-cheap gothy cloths her Master had picked out for her the night before. Every shred of agency ripped from her. But god, did she deserve it.\n\n--------------------\n\n\tSome small part of Winter figured she could do more. A BA in art history wasn’t the most marketable thing, but it was still a degree and still qualified her for more than just working her way though the days in a local book store. That was part of what made it so hot. To anyone walking in from the outside she was a loser. A failure. In her mid 20s and still working in a dying building full of old paper slivers nobody would read, hoping against hope for people to come in and just ask for something. Anything. Any way to shatter the tedium and boredom of the musty monument to the past.\n\n\tOnly Artey’s job kept them comfortable. Programming. He was good enough and in demand enough that he could name his price and work from home. In theory he never had to go out if he so chose. Especially not with Winter able to run errands for him. The only reason he kept her working at all was to help her feel this way. All her money went to him. It wasn’t much, but it was a tribute she could offer. Often naked and on her knees. Playing pay-pig for a few moments as he took away any hope she had of independence. The idea that she could one day become sick of it all and try to run was absurd. But she enjoyed it. Enjoyed getting into the headspace of some emotionally battered spouse. Of someone who couldn’t escape her abuser no matter how she tried. It made her wet to think she was complicit in that. Raping herself financially for him. Just like she did in every other way. With every moment of her miserable little life.\n\n\tNobody came in. They hardly ever came in. Yet the shop was still open enough to a fairly busy roadway. Busy enough to feel the eyes of people fixing on her while they walked past. Men, women and even children all looking at this girl, old enough to be a professional in a suit with her hair done up, instead wearing the same cheap hot topic shit from High school The same black nail polish on her claws, the same cheap hair dye, the same ‘I watch too much Tim Burton’ cloths. She could tell they were judging her. Why wouldn’t they? Especially when she got too caught up in her books. When she began to feel herself writhing from need. Her large and poorly contained chest aching until she gave herself a little grope or caresses. She was fairly sure nobody had seen her. Or at least if they did they had not cared enough to call the cops. \n\n\tIt didn’t help her situation. It would be far too easy for her to just go to town on herself there and now. The temptation was there. After all, Master never let her wear a bra or panties. She could feel her nipples grinding and heaving into her top every time she took a breath. She was positive some perverted nerds would walk by any moment now. The public ‘life’ her Master allowed her shattered beyond all hope of redemption just as she was sure he planned.\n\n\tInstead she simply began flipping though one of the old books she’d set aside amidst the impossible pile of old and unloved works.\n\n\tShe heard the door bell tingle. The borderline unfamiliar sound joined by a group of college kids. The very idea of thinking of them that way feeling odd since she wasn’t that much older. And yet she couldn’t help but feel intimidated as they spread though the store. A bunny girl, a pair of near identical looking otters and a ram. The goat and one of the otters were male, she thought. But they were all skinny. All scrawny and androgynous. The type of cigarette thin, heroine chicuqe look she had never been able to manage in high school or college. Each figure wearing an eclectic array of black leather, tattered fabric and garish jewelry which seemed to speak of an individuality the pudgy beaver girl lacked. Yet they all looked so right together. Form the otter girl’s oversized hoodie to the bunny’s heavily pierced ears.\n\n\tShe watched wordlessly as they went though her store. Not being gentle. Not being kind. Small snippets of their mockery flooded the space now and then. How little they thought of her. The poser girl behind the counter who was too old to be dressed the way she was. Still stuck in some small book shop. The goat boy even seeming to guess that she wasn’t the owner. Which was true enough. Though she’d never thought to feel ashamed about it. Not until now.\n\n\tEventually her own pile of precious old sci-fi novels and cheesy romances was joined by another pile. Older tomes. Some leather bound, a few paperback. All yellowed and aged. The gothy clique almost taking turns slamming them into a stack on her counter before going back for more. None of them spoke to her. They all eyed her in their way. The bunny with mocking contempt. The goat with cold eyes that made her wonder if he was looking for the best way to start harming her at any given moment. The otter twins, and she had to assume by now they were twins, snickering ominous nothings to each other. All the while they just left her there to watch them. All the while they showed off. As if they knew about the improvised benwa treatment she was getting. As if they knew she was horny, thirsty. Showing off their bodies to reach up or bend over. A sexily skinny goat ass shoved out here. Near-twincest of the otters getting too-close there. \n\n\tBefore long the piles of books were almost impossibly high, and Winter was doing her best to hide behind them. She didn’t want to watch them, even if she had to for the sake of avoiding any shoplifting. She pushed herself firmly down on the edge of her chair while trying like hell to act casually. Her overly sensitive lips grinding down on the uncomfortable office chair though the rough cotton of her skirt. Her lack of panties at that point could have been a blessing or a curse. Knowing it only made the whole thing hotter, but it only gave her more pleasure she knew she could not properly address or capitalize on.\n\n\tThis only caused the dice in her to shift further. One leg practically thumping on to one of the wheel posts for the chair. Winter clenched her body as if seeking the pain and discomfort from the pointy dice. Maybe she was. Maybe she wanted that to help her. Give her something to latch on to in order to avoid going over the edge… or to push her well over it.\n\n\tIt did neither, though. Instead the poor girl was a whimpering, trembling mess. By the time she thought to look up again the four of them were all gathered around the checkout desk. The bunny girl in the tattered, cut up Smiths shirt had crossed her arms over her ample chest. Eyeing Winter with a delicious contempt.\n\n\t“Gonna check us out some time today, fattie?”\n\n\tIt felt like an odd insult. Not nearly as sophisticated as she might expect from these absinthe swilling dark divas. But then that was assuming she deserved anything more sophisticated. Winter felt some small part of herself accepting that this was already more than she deserved, and instead turning her focus to the books. At least twenty by now. Possibly more. All old, most rather thick. Some lacking even a name on the spine.\n\n\tAnd they were valuable. That much soon became very clear. Rather than stickers, many of the used books had index cards with the bar code slipped in between the pages. Generally the ones collectors may like. Winter began ringing things up. Poetry books. Treaties on black magic and ritual. Books on mythology. The kindness of things she wished she could have gotten hold of when she was younger. Even before her Master claimed her and showed her what a poser she was.\n\n\tThey were also expensive. Many over fifty dollars. Over a hundred. Some even more than that. Winter just kept watching the prices go up while the quartet stared at her with that delicious hateful contempt. Waiting impatiently for her to go ahead and finish without a shred of sticker shock among them. The confidence alone was enough for her paw to shake as she neared the end of the pile. Crushed under the weight of her obvious inferiority. Only when she had finished did Winter finally dare to look them in the eye once more. The bunny and goat were now all but looming over the desk. The twins snickering to each other behind them. All eyes ultimately fixed on her.\n\n\t“T-that will be $2612.64. Please…” Winter was barely able to get the words out. Her trembling paw went down and nabbed hold of the old card reader they kept around. She set it down on the desk before her and took a half step back. None of them going for their pockets. For their wallets. None of them even looking at the small readout telling them the cost.\n\n\t“That what you think it should be, you old poser?” The bunny finally said. A contemptuous snort in her voice.\n\n\t“T-that’s what the total comes to, ma’am.” Winter muttered. The ma’am at the end as much a shock to her as anything.\n\n\tThe apparent ringleader woman began walking around the checkout desk. Not concerned with how ‘taboo’ that might be. Certainly not concerned when Winter began trying to speak, to ward her off by pointing out what all of them must have obviously already known. Soon she was standing behind the counter, pacing her way towards Winter, cornering the beaver in with no way to escape save for jumping over and trying to run. Actions that would be impossible for the chubby paddle-tail.\n\n\tWithout a hint of warning the bunny girl grabbed her muzzle. Winter gasped and swallowed hard. Her big blue eyes wide in absolute shock at the almost red irises gazing back at her. The air hanging heavy with an odd scent. The bunny woman’s scent. One joined by the others as they began taking their place behind her.\n\n\t“I don’t think you know what any of this shit is worth.” The goth bunny said slowly “And more than that, I don’t think you should get to tell us what you ‘think’ it’s worth either. The fact that we let your hot topic ass oggle us without going to the fucking cops should be more than payment enough for you.”\n\n\tWithout warning Winter felt her assailant’s mouth. Felt a tongue ring ramming against her own soft pink muscle. Felt a paw kneading and mashing uncaringly into her plump flesh-mound though the skirt. The mix of a forced kiss and clothed third base was almost too much even on its own. Every submissive urge in the beavers body forced her limp and docile. Tenderly accepting the tongue of her assailant and spreading her legs to provide easier access. She didn’t even put up resistance when the contact broke and the lead goth shoved her around. Moments later Winter had thudded into the arms of the somewhat-femmy goat boy. Paws pushing their way under her top and against her breasts. The fingers of a stranger showing no shame as they began to dig into her plump chest flesh. The bristly fur moving apart as the attacker growled into her ear and ground his bondage-pants bulge against her ass with a kind of brazenness only her Master usually showed.\n\n\t“Those books are worth way more than you’ll ever be, little miss masquara-tears.” The otter boy spoke from behind with a sadistic churr\n\n\t“But I bet we can figure out some way to make sure you get what’s coming to you in exchange for the books. Can’t we Babette.” It was the girl otter this time. And she seemed to be speaking to the ringleader.\n\n\tSaid ringleader smiled. The white furred bunny girl snapped, and instantly Winter was pushed to her knees. The goat boy’s black painted nails dug into her shoulders even though her top. Keeping her in place and easily defeating what petty resistance Winter offered.\n\n\tBabette laughed and started to pull her own fly down. A thick, heavy, musky bunny cock lurched out and slapped Winter right in the face. Pre already streaking against her cheek drawing some tears.\n\n\t“Can’t imagine a girl like you gets used too often.” the bunny sniffed contemptuously “I think a pity-rape is probably more than enough to cover the cost of the books, and putting up with your creepy voyeur ass.”\n\n\tThe words weren’t a discussion. The thick red tip of the white furred woman’s shaft pushed against Winter’s lips and moments later she felt a shaft almost as big and thick as Arty’s jammed into her muzzle. Its warm girth pushing down on her tongue and hitting the back of her throat. It made her aware of the fleshy hole’s anatomy in ways only a few uncaring thrusts could. The kind of violation that informed one they were not considered a person, and would not be any time soon.\n\n\tAll the while the goat boy was grabbing at Winters chest and shoving her top up. Her breasts now exposed he took delight in smacking and squeezing them. Yanking hard and twisting the barbells that had been seated in the thick pink nubs of her areola. The gothy goat licked at the back of her neck as he did this. Occasionally licking or kissing at the bunny shaft as it hammered its way in and out. One paw moving up to grab and squeeze at her throat. Milking the shaft and jacking the bunny off though Winter’s flesh while he arched his hips and rubbed his bulge against the small of the beavers back.\n\n\t“That’s it. I wanna see your Masquara run. Suck momma’s dick like you mean it. Choke on it, bitch. You can breath when I cum.” The bunny slapped Winter hard in the face. Then again, and a third time. All the while those red eyes locked hard on the gagging beaver. A few hard yanks at Winter’s headfur and the beaver lurched forwards. Her eyes wide. She tried to pull back enough for a breath of air. Her lungs ached. Her hips danced. The tugging on her headfur continued as the two active assailants switched and soon Winter found herself having to lean up in order to keep from feeling her hair pulled. Her ass lifted itself up off of the floor thanks to well trained instinct, and in that moment both tail and skirt were hoisted up. Two sets of paws grabbing at her plump ass flesh as the breath of the hoodie-clad goth otters broke over her aching, tender folds.\n\n\t“This cunt isn’t that innocent, Babette.” The boy of the two snickered. Fingers prodded at the chastity plate and the barbells holding it in place. A horrified glee filled Winters hazy head as she thought about what might happen if they were to take it off. The idea of Masters dice bag emptying before them. Maybe even getting a nice otter cock rammed into her hole. It would be wrong and shameful, naturally. It’d be a failure. But this was a rape. She was a rape toy. There wasn’t really any choice in the matter for her. Even if she was forced to actually cum.\n\n\t“So the loser is someone’s toy on top of being a sad little poser, huh?” Babbette scoffed. “He a loser too? Or just that good a guy?”\n\n\t“Master’s a god.” Winter sputtered before feeling the shaft slammed back into her throat. The goat boy laughing while he bounced on her back and forced her to strain just to stay up.\n\n\t“Must be if he’s kind enough to keep you around.” The goat bleated. Now reaching up to cup the bunny’s balls, seeming to revel in the sight of the shaft preparing to dump its load into the unwilling rodent.\n\n\tTwo tongues began to work on Winters secured nethers now. They licked in time, in unison, working diligently and teasingly more to draw out the suffering of unwanted pleasure than to take any of their own. Though Winter couldn't help but notice the pink muscles touching and curling, even just from the way they moved along her flesh. Or the sloppy kiss sounds that came when the contact faded. At that point she was being fully used. The whole gang of Goths had made her nothing more than a sexual object. Something to take a moments pleasure in. Every part of her body was in use and none of it was for her to enjoy. There were slaps and prods, pinches and pokes. So many foul names which still all just blurred together into a stream of wonderful hate. At some point she could swear she felt a tongue touching her backside. Maybe both. The ache in her folds at even the small attention lost was palpable. As was the musk from her bunny-abuser who had taken a moment to pull out and let Winter breath. Forcing the beaver to instead listen to the sound of the goat sloppily fluffing and coaxing that cock with his muzzle. Black lipstick stains smeared about on it leaving markers to show just how inadequate Winter was even at just being face-raped.\n\n\tSoon the whole world was swimming. Winter had stopped being a person, or at least stopped pretending. She was nothing more than a bundle of nerves and hormones. Gagging and choking. An otter dick pushing its way up her ass while a tongue teased and harassed her chaste nethers. A figure on her back dry humping into her and aiding as the bunny in charge of it all pumped wave after wave of bunny cream down her throat.\n\n\tShe was sobbing and shuddering and struggling to breathe. Every sense alive with torment. Exhausted and yet unable to do anything about it beyond locking her body in position and enduring the assault for god only knew how long.\n\n\tWhen the cock finally came out of her mouth she felt it spraying and splattering more cream on her. The goat on top of her basked in it, biting the scruff of her neck with what felt like sharpened teeth designed to look like vampire teeth. Both otters making out loudly and messily behind her while another load was pumped in her rump, then pulled out part way to be splattered on her hindquarters.\n\n\tThe poor beaver wasn’t at all sure when she’d collapsed on the floor. Wasn’t sure when the four of them had decided to coat her in their hatefuck juices with one last big masturbation. But she had, and they did. Now she was nothing more than a used condom on the floor wallowing in their scent and her shame.\n\n\t“I’d say that’s payment enough for the books. Right?” Babette said as they began to get dressed once more and nab up the books. Winter just lay there. Shuddering and scared. Some small bit of her brain aware of the fact that she’d just been a show for anyone walking by the window. Not that it mattered. She deserved that. She deserved whatever she got. She was just a toy.\n\n\tIt was with that lingering thought the world came back into view. Winter blinking and looking up hazily. She saw the bunny girl standing in front of her. Face a mask of both concern and frustration rather than lust and sadistic glee. The books piled up were simply a few old Battletech ones, and the bunny woman’s companions all seemed more concerned than anything.\n\n\tWinter eeped and began to check things out quickly. She looked up at them and started to whine a bit, laughing nervously “Sorry about that.” She muttered “Really sorry. I uh, I didn’t mean to…”\n\n\t“You sure you’re ok?” The woman muttered. Concern seeming to win out over frustration just a touch.\n\n\t“Yeah, sorry. I guess I just didn’t sleep well last night is all.” The beaver chimed in cheerily as she could.\n\n\tSoon the real quartet were out, and Winter felt herself slumping back on to the desk. It was about time for her to take her lunch break, and god did she need it.\n\n--------------------\n\n\tThere was something extraordinarily vile about playing with herself in a bathroom. Technically the work bathrooms were employee only, though in truth customers were allowed back all the time. That meant there was no risk of someone wandering in even if she hadn‘t locked up properly. Yet it also meant that there was going to be no excuse any time she did this if she failed to clean up the fruits of her dripping snatch properly.\n\n\tWinter thought about that as she slumped down on to the toilet lid. Her butt wiggled hard on the squishy seat and its fuzzy cover. Moisture already soaking the cheap fibers. \n\n\tIt felt so filthy and wrong. It genuinely did make her feel like nothing more than some disposable sex doll. Waiting for Master to get bored of her and sell her off or even just throw her out. After all, how could any man stand to live around someone who was so filthy, so dirty and weak. Someone who sucked up so much of his time and energy just being a filthy pervert.\n\n\t“M-maybe… Maybe he‘d like some tweaks.” She muttered a bit. The beaver girl looking down at her own chest. The ample bundles of fat were… inconsistent. Most people said it wasn‘t noticeable. They were probably lying. The left one was absolutely bigger. Big enough that she always noticed. Big enough that she was always harder on it. Always eager to leave bruises and red marks in it whenever she toyed with herself. \n\n\tShe looked down at the unshapely dough balls hanging from her chest. Big, thick areola hanging from them. Masters graduation gift, a set of silver barbell rings, rammed right though them obscenely. Winter twisted the one in her ugly left nipple while tugging firmly.\n\n\tAnother ring might be good. An actual ring where her barbells were. The silver studs crossed up and down instead. She could only imagine how easily it would pinch and twist in her body. Crushing tender flesh between two metal rods no matter what she did. Every little movement reminding her even further of what a freak she was. Not to mention how it would look. Going around in some baby doll dress with impossibly thick metal rings and bars showing up as it hugged her chest uncomfortably.\n\n\tThough she had to wonder why he would stop there. After all, there was still some going back from that. If she somehow slipped out from under the bliss that was his bootheel then Winter imagined one could mostly lead a normal life with the scars of such metal ornamentation hidden behind a padded bra. \n\n\tNo. That would be wrong. Something like that where she could escape and lead a normal life. The beaver girl smacked at her face a few times. Punishment for daring to think something so horrible. Winter felt her body moving almost on its own now. Groping at the titflesh in her hands. Heaving deep ragged breaths.\n\n\tShe needed more metal in her. Studs and rings messing up her already ugly face. A nice big thick septum ring like some livestock. Barbells in her eyebrows and along her muzzle. Her tongue, oh god he could put as much as he wanted there. She was too stupid to talk. She would just be a good little suck doll then. Keeping her stupid mouth shut when not in use.\n\n\tIt was a hot idea. So hot that the beaver girl had to wonder why he hadn‘t done it to her before. Far be it from her to question her Master, obviously. But as Winter began to push her paw down further, began to rub her pelvis in the hopes of stirring up the dice just a bit more though the contrast of hard prods and firm hip humping, she reveled in the idea of being so full of metal in her face that any good, upstanding citizen would look upon her as some punkish freak.\n\n\tNo, that wasn‘t good enough. It wasn’t hard enough. Winter‘s tail thumped on the bathroom floor as she recalled some of the more extreme pornographic videos her Master had made her watch. The kinds of things she‘d been forced to dwell on for hours while being led into one ruined orgasm after another. Whip marks were always pretty to be sure. And she imagined she already had some in places that she could not see. Nice deep furrows in her fur. But her mind danced from that to the corset piercing. Rings laced up the length of ones back. Sometimes just the small of it, sometimes most of the whole thing. All lined up so that they could be laced with a ribbon. Pulling taught, offering what she imagined to be exquisite pain at any given moment while showing off how dainty a body could be.\n\n\tShe wasn‘t dainty like that, naturally. But that might help. Lacey black or purple ribbon run up her thighs and along her back. All barely hidden away, ready to be revealed. A kind of eternal bondage gear. That seemed fitting. That seemed like the kind of thing she should be wearing. Some stupid, helpless, hopeless display of what a sex crazed fetish doll she really was. The small moments when she and her Master went to see her parents and ‘played at‘ being normal would be utterly robbed from her at that point. How do you cover up that much metal and lace? How do you explain away that your whole body is nothing more than bondage gear for the approval and amusement of a superior.\n\n\tShe didn‘t, naturally. If the random customers didn‘t want to make her a rape doll now, they‘d at least get the idea that it was ok after that. Nobody could ignore something like that unless she wore the most bulky and unflattering of cloths.\n\n\tA finger curled against her sealed up pussy lips. Cloths. Cloths could still hide most of the shame. It wasn‘t good enough. There was still some way to explain it all as normal. Still some way to shelter her fucked up slut body from the world even if it would make her look like the most hilariously conspicuous prude imaginable. Winter flicked at the flesh for what little stimulation it could give her and took another deep breath. There was one way to fix it. One way to ensure she could never hide anything. Winter held that breath as she thought about it. Delightfully dizzy as the idea came to her.\n\n\tImplants. She wasn‘t a bimbo. That wasn‘t what Arty wanted. But a big tittied goth girl. She was always that way. But to be ridiculous. To be a joke. To be a dark painted set of balloon tits walking around in her cheap poser crap. A pair of massive plastic bolt-on tits for everyone to gawk at and Master‘s friends to take turns using. She stopped touching herself in any sensual way. Instead she ran her fingers over the spots where she imagined the big, obvious, cheap implant scars would be. The marks that she was a hopeless bag of fuckflesh. Something obvious. Something trashy. Something even the most depraved pervert could never explain away.\n\n\tEven the thought of getting it excited her. She imagined herself strapped down to a bed. Barely sedated enough to keep her in place while the doctor and nurse talked about what a fucking loser she was. How desperate she was to just impress ‘a guy‘. It didn‘t matter that her Master was everything to her. That‘s not what people would see, not without seeing him. Knowing him. They‘d just watch her shudder and squirm as they turned her into a sex doll. Watching as they shaved furrows into her fur and taped it off, making her look like some patchwork freak in preparation. The anticipation of watching as the prepared, inching closer to her, ready to remove any hope of normalcy she could ever have.\n\n\tJust as quickly the fantasy snapped and Winter found herself tumbling to the bathroom floor. It took a few moments to realize that was what had happened. Several more moments were needed to realize that she was unhurt. She lay crumpled on the cheap linoleum with the wrinkled up cheap floor mat under her. Oh how she wished in that moment that Master would make her kiss and lick this floor clean. Lick every stray drop of piss off of the toilet seat. Do what she did at home and make the place shine. \n\n\tJust as quickly as it came the thought was shaken away. She didn‘t have time to let her dumb dweeb brain drift. There were probably only twenty minutes at most left on her break. Maybe less. She leaned forwards and whimpered softly. The image of that Black lipped, heavily studded goth doll standing there in the book store. Her body wriggling and writhing in nothing but cuffs, collar, and slender black ribbon. The fake tits causing her agony as she moved about and showed off.\n\n\tHer mental image flashing to the bondage club. To the idea of being flogged and beaten on stage to the tune of ‘Mister Crowley‘. It was such a wonderful little idea to get beaten so hard and so deep that she‘d stain her fur with lovely black tears of runny smoky makeup. All while onlookers mentally dissected every flaw and joke that was her body.\n\n\tWinter pulled herself up and over so that her tits mashed down on the toilet seat cover. Her rump pushed into the air. Her eyes shut tight from the sensation of flesh and cold metal on fuzzy fabric. In her mind she didn‘t even have that. The weight on her chest was instead that of her freak tits pushed heavily into the wood of a ST Andrews cross. The fuzzy fabric was actually that of her cuff lining with the cuffs and collar all pulled up. She was spread out as far as she could be. Pulled to the point of pain and hanging by the neck just enough to let her breath without allowing her to move. \n\n\tIt would be so wonderful if she could just hammer her fingers into her cunt. Her whole body yearned for the feeling of air just barely trickling as her neck ached. She wanted that pain and terror to flood her. The shame of her plump beaver body on total display for all to see. A heavy gauge in her tail used to hold it up and out of the way as two actually cute girls in leather hoods and bondage gear wheeled out a wooden box with a rod sticking out of it. Her Master standing to one side, the girls to the other, the crowd cheering and whispering in anticipation of what they knew would come.\n\n\tThe winter in her minds eye watched from a large mirror in the back of the stage. Watched as her Master was flanked by the girls. Watched as he slowly removed the heated iron from the fire. The crowd cheering again. He let them all see it before plunging it back into the box of coals. His paw caressing her booty and the small of her back.\n\n\t“Ready to make your vow, toy?” He snarled.\n\n\tWinter was already crying. The words came blubbering out in hiccupped bubbles that barely sounded like her.\n\n\t“This one knows it is nothing. It is not a person. It is not alive.” She began. Blubbering softly and sucking in breaths. “It does not deserve to exist. It is nothing but an object to be raped, abused, played with and discarded. It‘s Master is it‘s god! It yearns to be useful and wishes him to ensure nobody can ever mistake this toy for anything else!”\n\n\tIt was a clumsy oath. Foolish and stupid to be sure, but then if Master made her do this she couldn’t help but wonder if she‘d come up with anything better. Not that it would matter. IN her fantasy self Winter could almost feel the raw agony as the iron branded his mark into her. Choking and thrashing. The cuffs digging in to flesh and furrowing fur. Helpless in the face of the raw burning metal forever marking her out as chattel. As property. As a ‘thing‘. \n\n\tThe next few minutes were a flurry of pain and pleasure while the beaver mashed her breasts down on the toilet seat. The rest of her body twitched as she slapped at her mostly restricted folds and tried to feel the dice shifting inside of her. Wriggling and flopping like a fish in the hopes of edging herself near that release her disobedient body yearned for.\n\n\tJust like that Winter was again on the floor. Face up, eyes fixed on the dirty push-tile ceiling. She wondered how anyone could stand to be around her. She also wondered why she was such a broken little toy. How on earth anyone could look at her as anything more than some silly hunk of fuck meat when they walked into this stupid store.\n\n\tOnly then did she think to look at her phone. Her break was already over. The sloppy mess of a dweeb reached for panties which did not exist and grumbled her way back up to her feet. She took a split second to make sure she looked at least passable in the mirror, then made her way back out into the shop. The other half of her work day was going to be brutal.\n\n--------------------\n\n\tThe simple truth was that Winter loved tossing aside her clothing after work each day.\n\n\tSure, she appreciated and even adored the way her Master controlled her. Deciding her fusion sense and picking out clothing. Even clothing that felt woefully mismatched to her age. Like everything Arty did for her it was a gift. But it was also more than she deserved.\n\n\tThe Collar was more than she deserved too, but it was something to show what she was. That she was owned. That’s why she wore it even in public. Though thankfully she could get away with claiming fusion out there. At home, it was simply a mark. One of many to show her body was not her own. There was no ‘her’ to claim it. Just a nude, exposed object dripping lewdly on the floor as she pulled off the cute striped stockings and pleated plaid skirt. Hauling her top off and leaving her big beaver tits exposed.\n\n\tSlave winter had no delusions of personhood, and that was perhaps the one point of pride she could allow herself to take.\n\n\tAs was the case every day after work, Winter made her way into the bedroom where Arty was still sitting at his computer. She said nothing. Instead kneeling down and putting his cock in her mouth while slipping under the computer desk. The soothing sound of mechanical keyboard clacks setting the pace for which she bobbed and gagged herself. Lulling the world away into a soft peace where winter the sex doll did what it was born to do in tranquil stillness.\n\n\tHours passed. The worshipful ritual not breaking until Arty was done with his work for the day. Only when he pulled back from the desk did Winter allow his shaft to fall free from her lips. Head bowing reverently as she instead bent down and kissed the top of his feet, grateful to him for being permitted to please him.\n\n\t“How long has it been, pet?” Arty squeaked. The rat walking his way around the bed slowly. His slender body twisting and contorting at all the right angles to give the beaver girl a show.\n\n\tWinter didn't know how to answer. She frantically racked her brain for any answer, anything he could possibly mean. her nervousness only grew as he slipped on to the bed and glanced at her. Watching expectantly. Not yet giving her the nod to move closer. “H-how long since what, Master?” She muttered\n\n\t“Since the last time you came, dumb girl.” Arty rolled his eyes. “It’s been a little while, hasn’t it?”\n\n\tThat memory locked into place instantly. A little engineering trick. Arty with a modified Madkatz controller hooked up to their E-stim device. Forcing her into a crippling paingasm as she was forced to endure shocks tied to a twelve hour long dark souls session. She felt each blow as keenly as the boss, and even now couldn’t help but think of the lord of cinder in a somewhat erotic sense.\n\n\t“July, Master.” She said firmly “I can’t ever forget that.”\n\n\tArty shrugged and licked his lips slowly “I’m sure you could, in theory. Though if I really cared I could always check your answer against all the ps4 achievements and see if they line up. Still, I think it’s been long enough then.” He snapped his fingers at the side of the bed. Winter didn’t even think about it as she made her way over and knelt where he had snapped, taking a hands-behind-the-head pose they’d gotten from one of those otherwise unreadable gorean books.\n\n\tArty used one paw to slowly fiddle with the barbells keeping the chastity plate in place while he used the other to fish around for the switch controller and turn the system on. The rat seemed all but immune to Winter’s moaning and whining. Which was, again, only right. She was horny and needy at all times. A porn addicted little toy who lied for him. His desires could be sated in an instant. He was toying with her. He could toy with her, and she had no right to resist.\n\n\tSoon the rat had turned on some old Game Gurmps compilation for background noise. Hardly romantic, but then one did not romance an object. He still didn’t bother to use his other hand, though. Still content to just fiddle and tug with the barbells as they slowly came free and slipped out. One at a time. Bit by bit. Winter’s spasming muscles and the weight of the dice held in her threatening more and more to just slip out once it was all gone. Thus, once he pulled the last one free, they did. The plate that had shielded her from touching herself fell free and with it a dozen different dice fell free of her and on to the floor. Their various shapes bumping and spreading her in the rush to move fluidly out and follow gravity in a path of least resistance.\n\n\t“Well, it seems like you haven’t fucked up too badly at this.” Arty murred ‘Granted it can’t be that hard to be a dice bag. Hell, Crown Royal gives that shit away. But you have been a good girl haven’t you?” His fingers caressed her chin, her muzzle, her hair. Petting her sweetly even wit the harsh words. Arty’s grin growing wider as he leaned in and kissed her on the forehead.\n\n\tWinter could have melted into nothing right there and she would be happy. Happier than she could ever put into words. She didn’t dare speak after that for fear that Arty would stop giving her that attention. She worked so hard to be a good slave. A good girlfriend. To be the kind of property he deserved. That was everything to her. That was her life, and had been since high school. A few small moments of affirmation were more than she could take and if she never got to cum again those moments would be enough. She’d stay a horny needy mess willing and eager to do whatever he wished just for the sake of making him happy.\n\n\tHer Master knew that, though. It would be stupid to tell him something so simple for probably the millionth time. Instead she sat quietly on her knees while he rewarded her, and then watched as he reached to the bedside stand and pulled open a drawer. He removed a toy from it. A large, thick, knotted dildo. Canid in shape. Not that Winter had really taken a dog, or anything other than Arty. But she’d seen more than enough doggie cocks in porn to know what it was like. To understand that some girls had a particular affection for taking the knot. The idea that she was about to do so was a bit exciting… and very intimidating.\n\n\t“You can use this to cum, slut.” Arty said with a chuckle “No lube beyond what’s dripping between your legs. But it’s not going in my dice bag. I want to watch my little pet have an anal-gasm. Assuming she even can.”\n\n\tThat was not what Winter had expected. The beaver girl blushed furiously. Her body shook even harder. She barely noticed it when her Master snapped his fingers and gestured for her to turn around. Face down, ass up. Tail raised. That’s how she was supposed to be. It was what she deserved.\n\n\tBefore long the shaft was rubbing on her wet folds. The beaver girl forced to just lay there with her head in her arms. Groaning at the teasing. Her under-used rump tensing in anticipation. The sound of her Masters favorite you tubers riffing and ribbing at each other shattering any sort of ‘romance’ the situation may have had. Because she didn’t deserve romance. She was a toy.\n\n\tAnd once again she twitched as she admitted that to herself.\n\n\tThe juice slicked toy was soon gliding over her folds. Up and down, side to side. Brushing her clit. Waves of need washing over her. It made her pussy ache as the shaft was instead moved up and pressed on her rear. It made her chest heave while it started to force its way in. the tight clenching ring burning as it spread to accommodate. Winter bit down on her wrist as hard as she dared, almost hard enough to drip blood, and looked up at the TV. The sight of the doofy wolf with the unicorn Tee shirt and the frizzy hair ranting trying to calm the cat with the mustache felt so wrong when measured against the pleasure-pain of thick silicon spreading her wide. The warmth of her masters hand mere inches away as he wedged the girth bit by bit in further. Twisting and turning. Rolling it around to make sure she ached.\n\n\t“Don’t worry, pet. It’s gonna hurt.” Arty snickered. He thrust the toy in harder now. She felt her ring kiss the knot. Now he was fucing her. Slow and careful to be sure. He wasn’t about to injure his toy. But there wasn’t any true mercy there. The toy was yanked out half way and then thrust back. Again, then a third time, and a forth. Over and over. Hammering away. Winter having to bury her face into the floor as she felt herself stuffed so deep and so full.\n\n\tIt would have been so easy then and there to just shove a finger into her snatch. To just make herself cum. Master wouldn’t be fast enough hot stop her. He might even be too distracted to notice. In her sloppy slovenly need Winter contemplated the idea as she rode the shaft. Her heaving chest grinding into the rug and brushing her nipples on the fibers. She could do that. She wanted to so badly. That only made it hotter knowing she would not. Each thrust of her hips back on the shaft caused more pain. Each time she spread a bit more for the knot, and she ached from it. Sometimes Master would pull away. The shaft held mostly out of her leaving her feeling empty and wanting. Sometimes he’d thrust back just as hard, hammering in as she pushed. The resulting force prodding her insides with such exquisite agony that she was sure she was going to knot herself and collapse then and there.\n\n\t“Remember, pet. Remember that little mantra. Remember what you say when it finally happens.” Arty finally murred while he began to put pressure on the base of the toy. “Do you recall it? How I fucked with your brain? Took away your agency? Remember that I robbed you of a ‘normal’ life just because I thought you were some stuck up fake goth bitch who needed to learn her place? Think about it. The idea that this isn’t what you want. That I fucked up your brain so bad your whole life has been one big violation. One big assault. One you’ve been helping with.”\n\n\tWinter listened to her Master. Hazy thoughts butted their cognitive weight against her shattered mind. Uncomfortable and unpleasant feelings danced in her brain even as her ass danced on the fake cock. Her fluids falling down her thighs. Her whole body roiling at the truths once again being dragged though her brain like a knife over silk.\n\n\t“I took it all away. You don’t want this. Not really. You never did. This was all me fucking with your head. Putting you in your place. I made you this slut. I made you this weak. I made you the inferior little sex toy you are now. How does it feel, Winter? How does it feel knowing that? Knowing I ruined your mind. Tell Master. Tell me what’s in your worthless little head. Tell me what you need to say. Do it.”\n\n\tEven as he said it, Winter squealed and cried out. The horrible thoughts returned. The memory of the project, of how Arty ruined her brain. The reality of just how pathetic and helpless and trapped she was.\n\n\tShe slammed herself down until the knot was swallowed by her ass. Bawling and moaning. Grinding her tits into the rug while she wiggled her aching ass in the air. Showing off her lewd body for the toy it always had been.\n\n\t“Winter is cumming” She screamed out. Finally collapsing on the floor . Shamed and spent.\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "The Long Winter
By TerraMGP

\tThe crack of noon finally made its way though the blackout blinds. It was the curse of older houses. Nothing was ever lined up quite right. Everything was just so slightly off, and it made for little annoyances such as this.

\tThat was why Winter slept on the side of the bed that she did. She didn’t deserve it. The chubby, big titted beaver girl knew that all too well. She should have been shoved into a cage at the foot of Master’s bed. Or chained up in the bathroom listening to sounds of her own violation all night to keep her docile and exhausted. She was a loser, a dweeby four-eyed freak who spent every waking moment unbearably horny. Every night Winter fell asleep wondering if she’d wake up to a younger, cuter slave taking her place and shoving her out of the bed. The mere thought of it got her paw pushed between her chubby thighs as her big broad tail slapped down on the bed softly. It was hot… but it wasn’t for her to think about. Not now. Not when actual work needed to be done.

\tAs one would expect of someone as virile as her Master, the blankets were tented with a nice firm erection. She was kissing dopily at the blankets even before she could pull them off. The bottle-black headfur of the chubby beaver girl falling in front of her face as she tried to whiff the drug of her owner’s pheromones. It was a ritual at this point. Something most probably would have gotten sick of by now. If she was forced to be with anyone other than her Master she probably would have too. That was the power of addiction, and god was she addicted.

\tCarefully as she could with her trembling hands, Winter pulled at the blankets to remove them. The warm cockflesh sprang free of the covers as they were removed and smacked her in the face. She then dutifully began to worship. Starting with his balls. Sniffing, licking, caressing them with her tongue while using the flat of her bucked front teeth to slowly coax pleasure from them. To feel the thick warm seed that with luck some prettier girl would get to feel in her womb some day.

\tThat thought roiled in Winters head as she kissed and sucked. Her nostrils flaring. Her tail thudding in a slow steady rhythm all while he groaned and twitched under her tender ministrations. From there the dweeby girl pushed her studded tongue up against the flesh itself. Kissing and sucking hotly on it. Rolling her eyes back into her head while tracing lazy circles at the point where cock left sheath. The prayer to his flesh guiding her to nose at the full balls and place her tender kisses only when she was sure she would not wake him. After all, this was for his pleasure not hers. Never hers.

\tSlowly Winter worked her way up to the tip. Kissing and licking along it while keeping her eyes focused on the svelte twenty-something Rat who ruled her world. The unconscious man who had taken away all of her worthless free will so long ago as nothing more than a way to punish her hubris. She longed to push her head down. She’d taken great care not to let her gag reflex fully erode. She loved to choke on him. Loved to see his eyes light up when she was in pain. She wanted it more than anything. But to do so would wake him. Master needed to wake on his own time.

\tIt didn‘t stop her from pleasing him, though. Huffing his wonderful musk and watching small signs of awareness stir to life from him. She watched an eye flutter hear. A cute little groan there. She savored this. Savored every aspect of him even while pushing her face down into his balls and taking a sniff. In her minds eye she tried to see the actually cute girl who might be pleasing him now. Someone slender and striking and more fitting of being his cumrag. Winter did her best to emulate that imagined girl. To move her tongue the way she would. To lick slowly from the swollen sac up the thick shaft. Nestling and nuzzling, using her bristly cheek fur as a poor substitute for whatever silky soft fur the pretty girl in the dream must have.

\tOh how the beaver girl wished for that cuck-cake slave to be real. To give Master everything he needed while the useless little Winter was forced to wallow in her own shame tied up in some cage in the corner. Maybe some day that would be her life. But that was not hers to decide. She was nothing more than a stupid little suck- doll, and she paused when she began to taste the wonderful pre on her tongue.

\tIt was always a bit hard to tell just what kind of reward the beaver girl would get for her work. Well, Master called it that. Gifts would probably be more fitting. She wasn’t good enough for her work to earn her anything. Winter knew that, and she loved it. This time she felt his paw gracing her neck. Arty grabbing hold and squeezing. Her blood flow cut off just enough to make her already light head swim and dance. Enough pressure to leave her body a bit limp as he pushed her pudgy ass up and back on to the bed. Sitting on her knees. Watching the slim rat boy tower over her on the bed. Looking down into her eyes.

\tHe let go. Then a slap. A hard blow. Enough to unseat her a bit and cause her to collapse. Thick strands of bottle black headfur falling in front of her face. Tears in her eyes. Her body shifting frantically as she felt him rise a bit. Her hair grabbed roughly and her body arching back. Twisted into a position where what little leverage she might have was washed away. Pure tactile subservience drilled once more into the bitch beaver’s brain.

\t“Was the little fleshlight getting greedy again this morning?” Arty snickered.

\tWinter simply nodded hard. Tears already forming n her eyes.

\t“Good.” He laughed. A soft shove sending her on to the floor. He shifted himself out of bed while she knelt up and looked up at him. Practically drooling. “You’ve been such a good girl lately, Winter. I’ve almost considered looking at your cute face during my evening blowjob instead of watching porn. Almost.”

\tThe gothy girl shook her head frantically and bit her lip hard. Her body shaking and shuddering “Master… you don’t need to put yourself out like that.” she whined. “Good girls are just happy to get a chance to edge while pleasing their betters.”

\t“Don’t you think I know that, dumb little flavescent?” Arty scoffed. Even as he said it he guided her up and let her lay on the bed. Her rump in the air, tail lifted, big gothy tits squished down between her body and the mattress causing her just the right amount of discomfort.

\tHe began to rub a paw between her legs. Up and down. Slowly. Carefully. She was already wet, and his touch only made it more so. Doofy nasal moans and high pitched squeals thrummed from winter’s chest as she rocked back and forth. Her whiny noises of absolute bliss grating even for her own ears and she knew her Master must find it more so. But she still reveled in it. Reveled in his wonderful abuse as he teased the always horny slut. Panted as he started to slowly undo the bars holding on her chastity piercing. The plate that covered her needy naughty sex loosening bit by bit as he traced one digit up and down her slit.

\t“I think we need to play a little game, slut.” Arty muttered “I think we have enough time before you have to head off to work. Or I could fuck you up and make you late. God knows you won’t mind will you?”

\tShe whimpered softly and spread her legs more. Any will she once had, long ago, was now shattered. Her whole body heaving while she took deep nervous nasal breaths in a futile attempt to calm her body from what was being pushed on to her. The finger dipping in to her barely touched folds broke that stillness with a loud groan and forced Winter to bite down hard on the sheets as her whole upper body curled so very hard in on itself.

\t“We got a game tonight. I want a dice bag. But you’re going to carry it around for me. Figure it will give me a bit of luck on the rolls.” Without Another word the rat began to slowly shove something into the overly needy opening. He was careful. Gentle. So much so that the poor submissive was forced to curl her body harder and harder just to avoid bucking herself to orgasm on his paw. It would be so easy. So god damn wonderful.

\tWinter moaned a few incomprehensible words while her legs kicked. A bit of drool running down her muzzle as she tried to look back at him. “Master, please. This dumb dweeb cunt has to go to work today.” \tIt didn’t stop him. Once after another the polygons slipped into her. Smoothish D20s and D12s and D10s. The sharp painful D8s and D4s. Even the D6s which were all but drowned out by the contrast of everything else. One after another they slipped in with a new sensation added to the array. She could tell, Arty was emptying out his dice bag into her. Filling her up. The collection stretching her bit by bit. Not as much as her Masters shaft, naturally. Or the various toys he’d often use to tease her. But the way it all moved and shifted into her underused snatch was a mix of pleasure and pain she struggled to process even as the last few little slivers of plastic slid into her body.

\t“That’s better.” Arty snickered “Cute little ben-wa bag I have here, huh?” The last few die were pushed in firmly. Arty giving the cute gothy girl a firm smack between her legs before he began to put the plate back in place over her folds. Securing away her cunt until he saw fit to make use of it again.

\t“There we go. Better.” He snickered softly. Fingers slowly beginning to run though Winter’s somewhat damaged headfur. A tiny tingle running to her tailtip as she jostled around on the bed and tried like hell to get herself situated. Even the smallest bit of movement ruined such attempts, forcing her to feel the items wedged in her. A small but constant bit of pleasure and pain every time she moved.

\t“Master… I still have to go to work.” Winter whined. Her body contorting once more as he grabbed hold of her hair harder and yanked her up, giving his pet a nice firm kiss.

\t“Well duh.” Arty smirked “A little loser like you who can’t find work in her field needs to make herself a useful little retail doormat.” The rat smiled wide as he said this. He’d chosen her degree. He’d ridden her to be a good little dweeb and get straight As, and to goon herself between classes. To do all sorts of nasty things to herself.

\tIt was more power he had over her, and she lived for it. Reluctantly pulling herself up and moving to get the lacey-yet-cheap gothy cloths her Master had picked out for her the night before. Every shred of agency ripped from her. But god, did she deserve it.

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\tSome small part of Winter figured she could do more. A BA in art history wasn’t the most marketable thing, but it was still a degree and still qualified her for more than just working her way though the days in a local book store. That was part of what made it so hot. To anyone walking in from the outside she was a loser. A failure. In her mid 20s and still working in a dying building full of old paper slivers nobody would read, hoping against hope for people to come in and just ask for something. Anything. Any way to shatter the tedium and boredom of the musty monument to the past.

\tOnly Artey’s job kept them comfortable. Programming. He was good enough and in demand enough that he could name his price and work from home. In theory he never had to go out if he so chose. Especially not with Winter able to run errands for him. The only reason he kept her working at all was to help her feel this way. All her money went to him. It wasn’t much, but it was a tribute she could offer. Often naked and on her knees. Playing pay-pig for a few moments as he took away any hope she had of independence. The idea that she could one day become sick of it all and try to run was absurd. But she enjoyed it. Enjoyed getting into the headspace of some emotionally battered spouse. Of someone who couldn’t escape her abuser no matter how she tried. It made her wet to think she was complicit in that. Raping herself financially for him. Just like she did in every other way. With every moment of her miserable little life.

\tNobody came in. They hardly ever came in. Yet the shop was still open enough to a fairly busy roadway. Busy enough to feel the eyes of people fixing on her while they walked past. Men, women and even children all looking at this girl, old enough to be a professional in a suit with her hair done up, instead wearing the same cheap hot topic shit from High school The same black nail polish on her claws, the same cheap hair dye, the same ‘I watch too much Tim Burton’ cloths. She could tell they were judging her. Why wouldn’t they? Especially when she got too caught up in her books. When she began to feel herself writhing from need. Her large and poorly contained chest aching until she gave herself a little grope or caresses. She was fairly sure nobody had seen her. Or at least if they did they had not cared enough to call the cops.

\tIt didn’t help her situation. It would be far too easy for her to just go to town on herself there and now. The temptation was there. After all, Master never let her wear a bra or panties. She could feel her nipples grinding and heaving into her top every time she took a breath. She was positive some perverted nerds would walk by any moment now. The public ‘life’ her Master allowed her shattered beyond all hope of redemption just as she was sure he planned.

\tInstead she simply began flipping though one of the old books she’d set aside amidst the impossible pile of old and unloved works.

\tShe heard the door bell tingle. The borderline unfamiliar sound joined by a group of college kids. The very idea of thinking of them that way feeling odd since she wasn’t that much older. And yet she couldn’t help but feel intimidated as they spread though the store. A bunny girl, a pair of near identical looking otters and a ram. The goat and one of the otters were male, she thought. But they were all skinny. All scrawny and androgynous. The type of cigarette thin, heroine chicuqe look she had never been able to manage in high school or college. Each figure wearing an eclectic array of black leather, tattered fabric and garish jewelry which seemed to speak of an individuality the pudgy beaver girl lacked. Yet they all looked so right together. Form the otter girl’s oversized hoodie to the bunny’s heavily pierced ears.

\tShe watched wordlessly as they went though her store. Not being gentle. Not being kind. Small snippets of their mockery flooded the space now and then. How little they thought of her. The poser girl behind the counter who was too old to be dressed the way she was. Still stuck in some small book shop. The goat boy even seeming to guess that she wasn’t the owner. Which was true enough. Though she’d never thought to feel ashamed about it. Not until now.

\tEventually her own pile of precious old sci-fi novels and cheesy romances was joined by another pile. Older tomes. Some leather bound, a few paperback. All yellowed and aged. The gothy clique almost taking turns slamming them into a stack on her counter before going back for more. None of them spoke to her. They all eyed her in their way. The bunny with mocking contempt. The goat with cold eyes that made her wonder if he was looking for the best way to start harming her at any given moment. The otter twins, and she had to assume by now they were twins, snickering ominous nothings to each other. All the while they just left her there to watch them. All the while they showed off. As if they knew about the improvised benwa treatment she was getting. As if they knew she was horny, thirsty. Showing off their bodies to reach up or bend over. A sexily skinny goat ass shoved out here. Near-twincest of the otters getting too-close there.

\tBefore long the piles of books were almost impossibly high, and Winter was doing her best to hide behind them. She didn’t want to watch them, even if she had to for the sake of avoiding any shoplifting. She pushed herself firmly down on the edge of her chair while trying like hell to act casually. Her overly sensitive lips grinding down on the uncomfortable office chair though the rough cotton of her skirt. Her lack of panties at that point could have been a blessing or a curse. Knowing it only made the whole thing hotter, but it only gave her more pleasure she knew she could not properly address or capitalize on.

\tThis only caused the dice in her to shift further. One leg practically thumping on to one of the wheel posts for the chair. Winter clenched her body as if seeking the pain and discomfort from the pointy dice. Maybe she was. Maybe she wanted that to help her. Give her something to latch on to in order to avoid going over the edge… or to push her well over it.

\tIt did neither, though. Instead the poor girl was a whimpering, trembling mess. By the time she thought to look up again the four of them were all gathered around the checkout desk. The bunny girl in the tattered, cut up Smiths shirt had crossed her arms over her ample chest. Eyeing Winter with a delicious contempt.

\t“Gonna check us out some time today, fattie?”

\tIt felt like an odd insult. Not nearly as sophisticated as she might expect from these absinthe swilling dark divas. But then that was assuming she deserved anything more sophisticated. Winter felt some small part of herself accepting that this was already more than she deserved, and instead turning her focus to the books. At least twenty by now. Possibly more. All old, most rather thick. Some lacking even a name on the spine.

\tAnd they were valuable. That much soon became very clear. Rather than stickers, many of the used books had index cards with the bar code slipped in between the pages. Generally the ones collectors may like. Winter began ringing things up. Poetry books. Treaties on black magic and ritual. Books on mythology. The kindness of things she wished she could have gotten hold of when she was younger. Even before her Master claimed her and showed her what a poser she was.

\tThey were also expensive. Many over fifty dollars. Over a hundred. Some even more than that. Winter just kept watching the prices go up while the quartet stared at her with that delicious hateful contempt. Waiting impatiently for her to go ahead and finish without a shred of sticker shock among them. The confidence alone was enough for her paw to shake as she neared the end of the pile. Crushed under the weight of her obvious inferiority. Only when she had finished did Winter finally dare to look them in the eye once more. The bunny and goat were now all but looming over the desk. The twins snickering to each other behind them. All eyes ultimately fixed on her.

\t“T-that will be $2612.64. Please…” Winter was barely able to get the words out. Her trembling paw went down and nabbed hold of the old card reader they kept around. She set it down on the desk before her and took a half step back. None of them going for their pockets. For their wallets. None of them even looking at the small readout telling them the cost.

\t“That what you think it should be, you old poser?” The bunny finally said. A contemptuous snort in her voice.

\t“T-that’s what the total comes to, ma’am.” Winter muttered. The ma’am at the end as much a shock to her as anything.

\tThe apparent ringleader woman began walking around the checkout desk. Not concerned with how ‘taboo’ that might be. Certainly not concerned when Winter began trying to speak, to ward her off by pointing out what all of them must have obviously already known. Soon she was standing behind the counter, pacing her way towards Winter, cornering the beaver in with no way to escape save for jumping over and trying to run. Actions that would be impossible for the chubby paddle-tail.

\tWithout a hint of warning the bunny girl grabbed her muzzle. Winter gasped and swallowed hard. Her big blue eyes wide in absolute shock at the almost red irises gazing back at her. The air hanging heavy with an odd scent. The bunny woman’s scent. One joined by the others as they began taking their place behind her.

\t“I don’t think you know what any of this shit is worth.” The goth bunny said slowly “And more than that, I don’t think you should get to tell us what you ‘think’ it’s worth either. The fact that we let your hot topic ass oggle us without going to the fucking cops should be more than payment enough for you.”

\tWithout warning Winter felt her assailant’s mouth. Felt a tongue ring ramming against her own soft pink muscle. Felt a paw kneading and mashing uncaringly into her plump flesh-mound though the skirt. The mix of a forced kiss and clothed third base was almost too much even on its own. Every submissive urge in the beavers body forced her limp and docile. Tenderly accepting the tongue of her assailant and spreading her legs to provide easier access. She didn’t even put up resistance when the contact broke and the lead goth shoved her around. Moments later Winter had thudded into the arms of the somewhat-femmy goat boy. Paws pushing their way under her top and against her breasts. The fingers of a stranger showing no shame as they began to dig into her plump chest flesh. The bristly fur moving apart as the attacker growled into her ear and ground his bondage-pants bulge against her ass with a kind of brazenness only her Master usually showed.

\t“Those books are worth way more than you’ll ever be, little miss masquara-tears.” The otter boy spoke from behind with a sadistic churr

\t“But I bet we can figure out some way to make sure you get what’s coming to you in exchange for the books. Can’t we Babette.” It was the girl otter this time. And she seemed to be speaking to the ringleader.

\tSaid ringleader smiled. The white furred bunny girl snapped, and instantly Winter was pushed to her knees. The goat boy’s black painted nails dug into her shoulders even though her top. Keeping her in place and easily defeating what petty resistance Winter offered.

\tBabette laughed and started to pull her own fly down. A thick, heavy, musky bunny cock lurched out and slapped Winter right in the face. Pre already streaking against her cheek drawing some tears.

\t“Can’t imagine a girl like you gets used too often.” the bunny sniffed contemptuously “I think a pity-rape is probably more than enough to cover the cost of the books, and putting up with your creepy voyeur ass.”

\tThe words weren’t a discussion. The thick red tip of the white furred woman’s shaft pushed against Winter’s lips and moments later she felt a shaft almost as big and thick as Arty’s jammed into her muzzle. Its warm girth pushing down on her tongue and hitting the back of her throat. It made her aware of the fleshy hole’s anatomy in ways only a few uncaring thrusts could. The kind of violation that informed one they were not considered a person, and would not be any time soon.

\tAll the while the goat boy was grabbing at Winters chest and shoving her top up. Her breasts now exposed he took delight in smacking and squeezing them. Yanking hard and twisting the barbells that had been seated in the thick pink nubs of her areola. The gothy goat licked at the back of her neck as he did this. Occasionally licking or kissing at the bunny shaft as it hammered its way in and out. One paw moving up to grab and squeeze at her throat. Milking the shaft and jacking the bunny off though Winter’s flesh while he arched his hips and rubbed his  bulge against the small of the beavers back.

\t“That’s it. I wanna see your Masquara run. Suck momma’s dick like you mean it. Choke on it, bitch. You can breath when I cum.” The bunny slapped Winter hard in the face. Then again, and a third time. All the while those red eyes locked hard on the gagging beaver. A few hard yanks at Winter’s headfur and the beaver lurched forwards. Her eyes wide. She tried to pull back enough for a breath of air. Her lungs ached. Her hips danced. The tugging on her headfur continued as the two active assailants switched and soon Winter found herself having to lean up in order to keep from feeling her hair pulled. Her ass lifted itself up off of the floor thanks to well trained instinct, and in that moment both tail and skirt were hoisted up. Two sets of paws grabbing at her plump ass flesh as the breath of the hoodie-clad goth otters broke over her aching, tender folds.

\t“This cunt isn’t that innocent, Babette.” The boy of the two snickered. Fingers prodded at the chastity plate and the barbells holding it in place. A horrified glee filled Winters hazy head as she thought about what might happen if they were to take it off. The idea of Masters dice bag emptying before them. Maybe even getting a nice otter cock rammed into her hole. It would be wrong and shameful, naturally. It’d be a failure. But this was a rape. She was a rape toy. There wasn’t really any choice in the matter for her. Even if she was forced to actually cum.

\t“So the loser is someone’s toy on top of being a sad little poser, huh?” Babbette scoffed. “He a loser too? Or just that good a guy?”

\t“Master’s a god.” Winter sputtered before feeling the shaft slammed back into her throat. The goat boy laughing while he bounced on her back and forced her to strain just to stay up.

\t“Must be if he’s kind enough to keep you around.” The goat bleated. Now reaching up to cup the bunny’s balls, seeming to revel in the sight of the shaft preparing to dump its load into the unwilling rodent.

\tTwo tongues began to work on Winters secured nethers now. They licked in time, in unison, working diligently and teasingly more to draw out the suffering of unwanted pleasure than to take any of their own. Though Winter couldn't help but notice the pink muscles touching and curling, even just from the way they moved along her flesh. Or the sloppy kiss sounds that came when the contact faded. At that point she was being fully used. The whole gang of Goths had made her nothing more than a sexual object. Something to take a moments pleasure in. Every part of her body was in use and none of it was for her to enjoy. There were slaps and prods, pinches and pokes. So many foul names which still all just blurred together into a stream of wonderful hate. At some point she could swear she felt a tongue touching her backside. Maybe both. The ache in her folds at even the small attention lost was palpable. As was the musk from her bunny-abuser who had taken a moment to pull out and let Winter breath. Forcing the beaver to instead listen to the sound of the goat sloppily fluffing and coaxing that cock with his muzzle. Black lipstick stains smeared about on it leaving markers to show just how inadequate Winter was even at just being face-raped.

\tSoon the whole world was swimming. Winter had stopped being a person, or at least stopped pretending. She was nothing more than a bundle of nerves and hormones. Gagging and choking. An otter dick pushing its way up her ass while a tongue teased and harassed her chaste nethers. A figure on her back dry humping into her and aiding as the bunny in charge of it all pumped wave after wave of bunny cream down her throat.

\tShe was sobbing and shuddering and struggling to breathe. Every sense alive with torment. Exhausted and yet unable to do anything about it beyond locking her body in position and enduring the assault for god only knew how long.

\tWhen the cock finally came out of her mouth she felt it spraying and splattering more cream on her. The goat on top of her basked in it, biting the scruff of her neck with what felt like sharpened teeth designed to look like vampire teeth. Both otters making out loudly and messily behind her while another load was pumped in her rump, then pulled out part way to be splattered on her hindquarters.

\tThe poor beaver wasn’t at all sure when she’d collapsed on the floor. Wasn’t sure when the four of them had decided to coat her in their hatefuck juices with one last big masturbation. But she had, and they did. Now she was nothing more than a used condom on the floor wallowing in their scent and her shame.

\t“I’d say that’s payment enough for the books. Right?” Babette said as they began to get dressed once more and nab up the books. Winter just lay there. Shuddering and scared. Some small bit of her brain aware of the fact that she’d just been a show for anyone walking by the window. Not that it mattered. She deserved that. She deserved whatever she got. She was just a toy.

\tIt was with that lingering thought the world came back into view. Winter blinking and looking up hazily. She saw the bunny girl standing in front of her. Face a mask of both concern and frustration rather than lust and sadistic glee. The books piled up were simply a few old Battletech ones, and the bunny woman’s companions all seemed more concerned than anything.

\tWinter eeped and began to check things out quickly. She looked up at them and started to whine a bit, laughing nervously “Sorry about that.” She muttered “Really sorry. I uh, I didn’t mean to…”

\t“You sure you’re ok?” The woman muttered. Concern seeming to win out over frustration just a touch.

\t“Yeah, sorry. I guess I just didn’t sleep well last night is all.” The beaver chimed in cheerily as she could.

\tSoon the real quartet were out, and Winter felt herself slumping back on to the desk. It was about time for her to take her lunch break, and god did she need it.

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\tThere was something extraordinarily vile about playing with herself in a bathroom. Technically the work bathrooms were employee only, though in truth customers were allowed back all the time. That meant there was no risk of someone wandering in even if she hadn‘t locked up properly. Yet it also meant that there was going to be no excuse any time she did this if she failed to clean up the fruits of her dripping snatch properly.

\tWinter thought about that as she slumped down on to the toilet lid. Her butt wiggled hard on the squishy seat and its fuzzy cover. Moisture already soaking the cheap fibers.

\tIt felt so filthy and wrong. It genuinely did make her feel like nothing more than some disposable sex doll. Waiting for Master to get bored of her and sell her off or even just throw her out. After all, how could any man stand to live around someone who was so filthy, so dirty and weak. Someone who sucked up so much of his time and energy just being a filthy pervert.

\t“M-maybe… Maybe he‘d like some tweaks.” She muttered a bit. The beaver girl looking down at her own chest. The ample bundles of fat were… inconsistent. Most people said it wasn‘t noticeable. They were probably lying. The left one was absolutely bigger. Big enough that she always noticed. Big enough that she was always harder on it. Always eager to leave bruises and red marks in it whenever she toyed with herself.

\tShe looked down at the unshapely dough balls hanging from her chest. Big, thick areola hanging from them. Masters graduation gift, a set of silver barbell rings, rammed right though them obscenely. Winter twisted the one in her ugly left nipple while tugging firmly.

\tAnother ring might be good. An actual ring where her barbells were. The silver studs crossed up and down instead. She could only imagine how easily it would pinch and twist in her body. Crushing tender flesh between two metal rods no matter what she did. Every little movement reminding her even further of what a freak she was. Not to mention how it would look. Going around in some baby doll dress with impossibly thick metal rings and bars showing up as it hugged her chest uncomfortably.

\tThough she had to wonder why he would stop there. After all, there was still some going back from that. If she somehow slipped out from under the bliss that was his bootheel then Winter imagined one could mostly lead a normal life with the scars of such metal ornamentation hidden behind a padded bra.

\tNo. That would be wrong. Something like that where she could escape and lead a normal life. The beaver girl smacked at her face a few times. Punishment for daring to think something so horrible. Winter felt her body moving almost on its own now. Groping at the titflesh in her hands. Heaving deep ragged breaths.

\tShe needed more metal in her. Studs and rings messing up her already ugly face. A nice big thick septum ring like some livestock. Barbells in her eyebrows and along her muzzle. Her tongue, oh god he could put as much as he wanted there. She was too stupid to talk. She would just be a good little suck doll then. Keeping her stupid mouth shut when not in use.

\tIt was a hot idea. So hot that the beaver girl had to wonder why he hadn‘t done it to her before. Far be it from her to question her Master, obviously. But as Winter began to push her paw down further, began to rub her pelvis in the hopes of stirring up the dice just a bit more though the contrast of hard prods and firm hip humping, she reveled in the idea of being so full of metal in her face that any good, upstanding citizen would look upon her as some punkish freak.

\tNo, that wasn‘t good enough. It wasn’t hard enough. Winter‘s tail thumped on the bathroom floor as she recalled some of the more extreme pornographic videos her Master had made her watch. The kinds of things she‘d been forced to dwell on for hours while being led into one ruined orgasm after another. Whip marks were always pretty to be sure. And she imagined she already had some in places that she could not see. Nice deep furrows in her fur. But her mind danced from that to the corset piercing. Rings laced up the length of ones back. Sometimes just the small of it, sometimes most of the whole thing. All lined up so that they could be laced with a ribbon. Pulling taught, offering what she imagined to be exquisite pain at any given moment while showing off how dainty a body could be.

\tShe wasn‘t dainty like that, naturally. But that might help. Lacey black or purple ribbon run up her thighs and along her back. All barely hidden away, ready to be revealed. A kind of eternal bondage gear. That seemed fitting. That seemed like the kind of thing she should be wearing. Some stupid, helpless, hopeless display of what a sex crazed fetish doll she really was. The small moments when she and her Master went to see her parents and ‘played at‘ being normal would be utterly robbed from her at that point. How do you cover up that much metal and lace? How do you explain away that your whole body is nothing more than bondage gear for the approval and amusement of a superior.

\tShe didn‘t, naturally. If the random customers didn‘t want to make her a rape doll now, they‘d at least get the idea that it was ok after that. Nobody could ignore something like that unless she wore the most bulky and unflattering of cloths.

\tA finger curled against her sealed up pussy lips. Cloths. Cloths could still hide most of the shame. It wasn‘t good enough. There was still some way to explain it all as normal. Still some way to shelter her fucked up slut body from the world even if it would make her look like the most hilariously conspicuous prude imaginable. Winter flicked at the flesh for what little stimulation it could give her and took another deep breath. There was one way to fix it. One way to ensure she could never hide anything. Winter held that breath as she thought about it. Delightfully dizzy as the idea came to her.

\tImplants. She wasn‘t a bimbo. That wasn‘t what Arty wanted. But a big tittied goth girl. She was always that way. But to be ridiculous. To be a joke. To be a dark painted set of balloon tits walking around in her cheap poser crap. A pair of massive plastic bolt-on tits for everyone to gawk at and Master‘s friends to take turns using. She stopped touching herself in any sensual way. Instead she ran her fingers over the spots where she imagined the big, obvious, cheap implant scars would be. The marks that she was a hopeless bag of fuckflesh. Something obvious. Something trashy. Something even the most depraved pervert could never explain away.

\tEven the thought of getting it excited her. She imagined herself strapped down to a bed. Barely sedated enough to keep her in place while the doctor and nurse talked about what a fucking loser she was. How desperate she was to just impress ‘a guy‘. It didn‘t matter that her Master was everything to her. That‘s not what people would see, not without seeing him. Knowing him. They‘d just watch her shudder and squirm as they turned her into a sex doll. Watching as they shaved furrows into her fur and taped it off, making her look like some patchwork freak in preparation. The anticipation of watching as the prepared, inching closer to her, ready to remove any hope of normalcy she could ever have.

\tJust as quickly the fantasy snapped and Winter found herself tumbling to the bathroom floor. It took a few moments to realize that was what had happened. Several more moments were needed to realize that she was unhurt. She lay crumpled on the cheap linoleum with the wrinkled up cheap floor mat under her. Oh how she wished in that moment that Master would make her kiss and lick this floor clean. Lick every stray drop of piss off of the toilet seat. Do what she did at home and make the place shine.

\tJust as quickly as it came the thought was shaken away. She didn‘t have time to let her dumb dweeb brain drift. There were probably only twenty minutes at most left on her break. Maybe less. She leaned forwards and whimpered softly. The image of that Black lipped, heavily studded goth doll standing there in the book store. Her body wriggling and writhing in nothing but cuffs, collar, and slender black ribbon. The fake tits causing her agony as she moved about and showed off.

\tHer mental image flashing to the bondage club. To the idea of being flogged and beaten on stage to the tune of ‘Mister Crowley‘. It was such a wonderful little idea to get beaten so hard and so deep that she‘d stain her fur with lovely black tears of runny smoky makeup. All while onlookers mentally dissected every flaw and joke that was her body.

\tWinter pulled herself up and over so that her tits mashed down on the toilet seat cover. Her rump pushed into the air. Her eyes shut tight from the sensation of flesh and cold metal on fuzzy fabric. In her mind she didn‘t even have that. The weight on her chest was instead that of her freak tits pushed heavily into the wood of a ST Andrews cross. The fuzzy fabric was actually that of her cuff lining with the cuffs and collar all pulled up. She was spread out as far as she could be. Pulled to the point of pain and hanging by the neck just enough to let her breath without allowing her to move.

\tIt would be so wonderful if she could just hammer her fingers into her cunt. Her whole body yearned for the feeling of air just barely trickling as her neck ached. She wanted that pain and terror to flood her. The shame of her plump beaver body on total display for all to see. A heavy gauge in her tail used to hold it up and out of the way as two actually cute girls in leather hoods and bondage gear wheeled out a wooden box with a rod sticking out of it. Her Master standing to one side, the girls to the other, the crowd cheering and whispering in anticipation of what they knew would come.

\tThe winter in her minds eye watched from a large mirror in the back of the stage. Watched as her Master was flanked by the girls. Watched as he slowly removed the heated iron from the fire. The crowd cheering again. He let them all see it before plunging it back into the box of coals. His paw caressing her booty and the small of her back.

\t“Ready to make your vow, toy?” He snarled.

\tWinter was already crying. The words came blubbering out in hiccupped bubbles that barely sounded like her.

\t“This one knows it is nothing. It is not a person. It is not alive.” She began. Blubbering softly and sucking in breaths. “It does not deserve to exist. It is nothing but an object to be raped, abused, played with and discarded. It‘s Master is it‘s god! It yearns to be useful and wishes him to ensure nobody can ever mistake this toy for anything else!”

\tIt was a clumsy oath. Foolish and stupid to be sure, but then if Master made her do this she couldn’t help but wonder if she‘d come up with anything better. Not that it would matter. IN her fantasy self Winter could almost feel the raw agony as the iron branded his mark into her. Choking and thrashing. The cuffs digging in to flesh and furrowing fur. Helpless in the face of the raw burning metal forever marking her out as chattel. As property. As a ‘thing‘.

\tThe next few minutes were a flurry of pain and pleasure while the beaver mashed her breasts down on the toilet seat. The rest of her body twitched as she slapped at her mostly restricted folds and tried to feel the dice shifting inside of her. Wriggling and flopping like a fish in the hopes of edging herself near that release her disobedient body yearned for.

\tJust like that Winter was again on the floor. Face up, eyes fixed on the dirty push-tile ceiling. She wondered how anyone could stand to be around her. She also wondered why she was such a broken little toy. How on earth anyone could look at her as anything more than some silly hunk of fuck meat when they walked into this stupid store.

\tOnly then did she think to look at her phone. Her break was already over. The sloppy mess of a dweeb reached for panties which did not exist and grumbled her way back up to her feet. She took a split second to make sure she looked at least passable in the mirror, then made her way back out into the shop. The other half of her work day was going to be brutal.

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\tThe simple truth was that Winter loved tossing aside her clothing after work each day.

\tSure, she appreciated and even adored the way her Master controlled her. Deciding her fusion sense and picking out clothing. Even clothing that felt woefully mismatched to her age. Like everything Arty did for her it was a gift. But it was also more than she deserved.

\tThe Collar was more than she deserved too, but it was something to show what she was. That she was owned. That’s why she wore it even in public. Though thankfully she could get away with claiming fusion out there. At home, it was simply a mark. One of many to show her body was not her own. There was no ‘her’ to claim it. Just a nude, exposed object dripping lewdly on the floor as she pulled off the cute striped stockings and pleated plaid skirt. Hauling her top off and leaving her big beaver tits exposed.

\tSlave winter had no delusions of personhood, and that was perhaps the one point of pride she could allow herself to take.

\tAs was the case every day after work, Winter made her way into the bedroom where Arty was still sitting at his computer. She said nothing. Instead kneeling down and putting his cock in her mouth while slipping under the computer desk. The soothing sound of mechanical keyboard clacks setting the pace for which she bobbed and gagged herself. Lulling the world away into a soft peace where winter the sex doll did what it was born to do in tranquil stillness.

\tHours passed. The worshipful ritual not breaking until Arty was done with his work for the day. Only when he pulled back from the desk did Winter allow his shaft to fall free from her lips. Head bowing reverently as she instead bent down and kissed the top of his feet, grateful to him for being permitted to please him.

\t“How long has it been, pet?” Arty squeaked. The rat walking his way around the bed slowly. His slender body twisting and contorting at all the right angles to give the beaver girl a show.

\tWinter didn't know how to answer. She frantically racked her brain for any answer, anything he could possibly mean. her nervousness only grew as he slipped on to the bed and glanced at her. Watching expectantly. Not yet giving her the nod to move closer. “H-how long since what, Master?” She muttered

\t“Since the last time you came, dumb girl.” Arty rolled his eyes. “It’s been a little while, hasn’t it?”

\tThat memory locked into place instantly. A little engineering trick. Arty with a modified Madkatz controller hooked up to their E-stim device. Forcing her into a crippling paingasm as she was forced to endure shocks tied to a twelve hour long dark souls session. She felt each blow as keenly as the boss, and even now couldn’t help but think of the lord of cinder in a somewhat erotic sense.

\t“July, Master.” She said firmly “I can’t ever forget that.”

\tArty shrugged and licked his lips slowly “I’m sure you could, in theory. Though if I really cared I could always check your answer against all the ps4 achievements and see if they line up. Still, I think it’s been long enough then.” He snapped his fingers at the side of the bed. Winter didn’t even think about it as she made her way over and knelt where he had snapped, taking a hands-behind-the-head pose they’d gotten from one of those otherwise unreadable gorean books.

\tArty used one paw to slowly fiddle with the barbells keeping the chastity plate in place while he used the other to fish around for the switch controller and turn the system on. The rat seemed all but immune to Winter’s moaning and whining. Which was, again, only right. She was horny and needy at all times. A porn addicted little toy who lied for him. His desires could be sated in an instant. He was toying with her. He could toy with her, and she had no right to resist.

\tSoon the rat had turned on some old Game Gurmps compilation for background noise. Hardly romantic, but then one did not romance an object. He still didn’t bother to use his other hand, though. Still content to just fiddle and tug with the barbells as they slowly came free and slipped out. One at a time. Bit by bit. Winter’s spasming muscles and the weight of the dice held in her threatening more and more to just slip out once it was all gone. Thus, once he pulled the last one free, they did. The plate that had shielded her from touching herself fell free and with it a dozen different dice fell free of her and on to the floor. Their various shapes bumping and spreading her in the rush to move fluidly out and follow gravity in a path of least resistance.

\t“Well, it seems like you haven’t fucked up too badly at this.” Arty murred ‘Granted it can’t be that hard to be a dice bag. Hell, Crown Royal gives that shit away. But you have been a good girl haven’t you?” His fingers caressed her chin, her muzzle, her hair. Petting her sweetly even wit the harsh words. Arty’s grin growing wider as he leaned in and kissed her on the forehead.

\tWinter could have melted into nothing right there and she would be happy. Happier than she could ever put into words. She didn’t dare speak after that for fear that Arty would stop giving her that attention. She worked so hard to be a good slave. A good girlfriend. To be the kind of property he deserved. That was everything to her. That was her life, and had been since high school. A few small moments of affirmation were more than she could take and if she never got to cum again those moments would be enough. She’d stay a horny needy mess willing and eager to do whatever he wished just for the sake of making him happy.

\tHer Master knew that, though. It would be stupid to tell him something so simple for probably the millionth time. Instead she sat quietly on her knees while he rewarded her, and then watched as he reached to the bedside stand and pulled open a drawer. He removed a toy from it. A large, thick, knotted dildo. Canid in shape. Not that Winter had really taken a dog, or anything other than Arty. But she’d seen more than enough doggie cocks in porn to know what it was like. To understand that some girls had a particular affection for taking the knot. The idea that she was about to do so was a bit exciting… and very intimidating.

\t“You can use this to cum, slut.” Arty said with a chuckle “No lube beyond what’s dripping between your legs. But it’s not going in my dice bag. I want to watch my little pet have an anal-gasm. Assuming she even can.”

\tThat was not what Winter had expected. The beaver girl blushed furiously. Her body shook even harder. She barely noticed it when her Master snapped his fingers and gestured for her to turn around. Face down, ass up. Tail raised. That’s how she was supposed to be. It was what she deserved.

\tBefore long the shaft was rubbing on her wet folds. The beaver girl forced to just lay there with her head in her arms. Groaning at the teasing. Her under-used rump tensing in anticipation. The sound of her Masters favorite you tubers riffing and ribbing at each other shattering any sort of ‘romance’ the situation may have had. Because she didn’t deserve romance. She was a toy.

\tAnd once again she twitched as she admitted that to herself.

\tThe juice slicked toy was soon gliding over her folds. Up and down, side to side. Brushing her clit. Waves of need washing over her. It made her pussy ache as the shaft was instead moved up and pressed on her rear. It made her chest heave while it started to force its way in. the tight clenching ring burning as it spread to accommodate. Winter bit down on her wrist as hard as she dared, almost hard enough to drip blood, and looked up at the TV. The sight of the doofy wolf with the unicorn Tee shirt and the frizzy hair ranting trying to calm the cat with the mustache felt so wrong when measured against the pleasure-pain of thick silicon spreading her wide. The warmth of her masters hand mere inches away as he wedged the girth bit by bit in further. Twisting and turning. Rolling it around to make sure she ached.

\t“Don’t worry, pet. It’s gonna hurt.” Arty snickered. He thrust the toy in harder now. She felt her ring kiss the knot. Now he was fucing her. Slow and careful to be sure. He wasn’t about to injure his toy. But there wasn’t any true mercy there. The toy was yanked out half way and then thrust back. Again, then a third time, and a forth. Over and over. Hammering away. Winter having to bury her face into the floor as she felt herself stuffed so deep and so full.

\tIt would have been so easy then and there to just shove a finger into her snatch. To just make herself cum. Master wouldn’t be fast enough hot stop her. He might even be too distracted to notice. In her sloppy slovenly need Winter contemplated the idea as she rode the shaft. Her heaving chest grinding into the rug and brushing her nipples on the fibers. She could do that. She wanted to so badly. That only made it hotter knowing she would not. Each thrust of her hips back on the shaft caused more pain. Each time she spread a bit more for the knot, and she ached from it. Sometimes Master would pull away. The shaft held mostly out of her leaving her feeling empty and wanting. Sometimes he’d thrust back just as hard, hammering in as she pushed. The resulting force prodding her insides with such exquisite agony that she was sure she was going to knot herself and collapse then and there.

\t“Remember, pet. Remember that little mantra. Remember what you say when it finally happens.” Arty finally murred while he began to put pressure on the base of the toy. “Do you recall it? How I fucked with your brain? Took away your agency? Remember that I robbed you of a ‘normal’ life just because I thought you were some stuck up fake goth bitch who needed to learn her place? Think about it. The idea that this isn’t what you want. That I fucked up your brain so bad your whole life has been one big violation. One big assault. One you’ve been helping with.”

\tWinter listened to her Master. Hazy thoughts butted their cognitive weight against her shattered mind. Uncomfortable and unpleasant feelings danced in her brain even as her ass danced on the fake cock. Her fluids falling down her thighs. Her whole body roiling at the truths once again being dragged though her brain like a knife over silk.

\t“I took it all away. You don’t want this. Not really. You never did. This was all me fucking with your head. Putting you in your place. I made you this slut. I made you this weak. I made you the inferior little sex toy you are now. How does it feel, Winter? How does it feel knowing that? Knowing I ruined your mind. Tell Master. Tell me what’s in your worthless little head. Tell me what you need to say. Do it.”

\tEven as he said it, Winter squealed and cried out. The horrible thoughts returned. The memory of the project, of how Arty ruined her brain. The reality of just how pathetic and helpless and trapped she was.

\tShe slammed herself down until the knot was swallowed by her ass. Bawling and moaning. Grinding her tits into the rug while she wiggled her aching ass in the air. Showing off her lewd body for the toy it always had been.

\t“Winter is cumming” She screamed out. Finally collapsing on the floor . Shamed and spent.

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