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But it is post worthy, edited and I THINK it will work.

Questions, comments and constructive criticism as always, please.", "writing": "By Right: Purpose, Part 2\n\nTerraMGP\n\n\t“Please select a new unit.”\n\n\tEleanor looked away from the holo for a moment and winced, slipping her glasses down her muzzle to rub her weary eyes. “I think I need a few minutes to rest…” The badger sighed softly and slumped back. Her body trembling softly. \n\n\t“Request confirmed. It is exactly four hundred and twenty six minutes past your last recommended study break. Adjusting optimal rest timer accordingly.”\n\n\tSeven hours. In truth Eleanor was a bit shocked to hear that. It was true that her time between study breaks had been getting longer and longer. She’d been slipping back into old patterns and habits rather well since getting confined into this metal box. But even with how tired she felt, it didn’t feel like she’d gone a third of a day straight studying once more. \n\n\tOn the other hand it probably would have been easier to keep track of these things if she was allowed to know the date, or time of day, or even had some way to accurately keep track of how many days had passed.\n\n\t“Kenna” Eleanor sighed as she leaned back against her pillow.\n\n\t“Yes, Eleanor?” the synthesized, mechanical voice chimed in. \n\n\t“Can you tell me again just how far I can go before I have to shift gears?”\n\n\t“Invalid request” the pad computer chirped “Please restate the inquiry.”\n\n\tWhile Eleanor could safely say she had learned far more than she had ever imagined during her short time trapped in this cell, this was perhaps the only thing she could qualify as genuinely useful. Teaching pads, even advanced ones, still seemed painfully stupid.\n\n\t“I am asking for a progress report, Kenna” she said softly.\n\n\t“Confirmed. Student Eleanor is currently at the top of the class. Current study unit, Yggdrasil approved ‘Kenna’ class structure version 6.21. Current grade unit averages 5.0. Previous year grade point averages 5.0. Current grade level, third year. Omissions include Mathematics, Reading comprehension, basic literature, Basic science, Basic computing, Basic…”\n\n\t“Ok ok fine I get it” she sighed “and how long did it take to get though to third year studies?” she asked. Hopeful that this time it might actually give her something useful.\n\n\t“Unable to process request. Insufficient data.” The Pad said frankly.\n\n\tOf course there wasn’t enough data. Why would there be? Whatever Mistress and Miss Siv were up to with her they pretty clearly didn’t want her figuring out how long she had been in here. Eleanor hated how utterly trapped and near stir-crazy she felt. She hated that the only way to avoid being naked was to wear these strange leather cloths that only made her feel more exposed. She despised that her only form of mental stimulation was to push though these different units of schooling. Much of which had thus far been insultingly easy and seemingly designed for little kids.\n\n\tBut the fact that she kept thinking of her captors as ‘Mistress’ and ‘Miss Siv’ was what really got on her nerves. Whatever those bitches were doing to her Eleanor was finding it harder to keep focused and push it out of her head. It would probably be easier if she just smashed her teaching Pad… but then that was basically the only thing she was permitted to do in this damn room.\n\n\tThe ironic thing though, presuming Eleanor could muster up the strength to care about irony at this point, was that this whole setup wasn’t too far off from how she had been before. Locking herself away in her room. Spending most of her day with hologames and studies. Actively fighting her parents attempts to make her more sociable. Now here she was. Living out some twisted mockery of what should be the life she was seeking anyways. Just a few games, a few movies and maybe a few friends on the colony net away from what had always been her dream. \n\n\tSome Dream.\n\n\tEleanor just sighed and looked up at the simple metal ceiling. Her eyes closed for a few long moments and the dull pain of hard strain after gazing at holographic images and flatpics so long started to return. She pushed her glasses up and pushed her palms down on her eyes just hard enough to relieve a bit of the dull pain. The fact that a near sheet of odd, streaming square or diamond shapes seemed to indicate that she probably had been at this a bit too long.\n\n\t“Kenna” she sighed “Is there a unit that is mostly audio?”\n\n\t“Affirmative. History year 3 has minimal visual lesson cues. These cues are largely superfluous and may be ignored without impact to lesson plan.”\n\n\tEleanor sighed and nodded “Ok then lets go with that. Just start it up.” The little badger sighed and yawned loudly as she rolled over on her side, yanking the thick blanket over her body and worming the sharp, severe high heels of her boots out from the bottom.\n\n\t“Hello, and welcome to ‘Kenna History, Volume 3’. This work course is designed for students within their third year of study. Within this course…”\n\n\tEleanor sighed and slipped her eyes shut. Her ear twitched a bit as she heard the unit chattering on. The young badger feeling a wave of bliss wash over her as sleep began to take hold.\n\n\tAt the same moment the pad paused. A small red light blinking on the screen. ‘subliminal lecture mode active’.\n\n-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------\n\n\t“-ran rule was generally enforced on these early colonies by what would later become known as the ‘noble houses’. These families were given powerful weapons and intricately designed, prefabricated fortresses to ensure their rule could not be opposed by the locals. Generally this would include at least one primitive battle frame, standing thirty meters tall and armed with an array of primitive beam and solid projectile weapons. The houses that first formed Yggdrasil included the Thanedotter family. Unlike most noble houses the Thanedo-“\n\n\tA loud metallic clank drown the words out for a moment. Not that Eleanor could recall listening that closely. The smallish badger yawned loudly and buried her face into the crook of one arm to block out the flood of light from the hallway. With her other hand she fumbled about for the pad in a vain attempt to hit the pause button.\n\n\tHigh, strong heels clacked their way into the room a moment later the lecture paused. Eleanor felt a familiar hand resting on her paw and looked up to see the bunny-woman framed in the glairing light of the doorway.\n\n\t“Mistress wants to talk with her little star pupil.” Siv chuckled “I’m here to get you all cleaned up and ready. It looks like I’m just In time too” Siv reached up and tussed the badger girls hair a bit “The simple, slightly frizzy brown mop had been conditioned and cut into some semblance of order. Siv had even gotten it into a good bun, which had only partially frayed since the last time she took the girl out for a bit of clean-up.\n\n\tEleanor sighed a bit and pushed her blanket off to the side. She planted those boots firmly on the floor and tested a moment to see how loose they had gotten. The laces seemed to have loosened both with the boots themselves and the corset, which made them all feel a bit too open. Without thinking of it the badger girl reached down and started to find where the laces had enough slack. She tugged firmly and slowly started to work her way up. There was a bit of a bulge at the top of the boots that grew as she tightened them. It annoyed her. But she kept going almost mechanically.\n\n\t“My you really have gotten the hang of this” Siv chuckled\n\n\tEleanor stopped for a moment. She looked up at the bunny, then went back to her work. “Yeah well, I don’t want to chafe, or fall over or something.” She muttered in a rather weak reply.\n\n\t“We’re only going down to the bathroom dear. You will have to disrobe there regardless.”\n\n\tEleanor just kept moving mechanically up her left leg, then went to the right without paying the woman any heed. It was not until both boots and the corset were all fixed up before she looked up at Siv with a small glimmer of hate in her eyes.\n\n\t“Clothing and accessories are a privilege. They mean that your owner wishes you to look your best just for them. You should never wear them wrong. That’s what Lazy monkeys do. Right?” She quoted the quip from that oh so condescending little educational cartoon with a thick layer of venom to her voice. Eleanor snorted and reached back to tighten her corset, pushing her chest out just a bit in a rather bizarre show of simple pride.\n\n\tNaturally there was no doubt that Eleanor would be able to catch on when it came to concepts designed for six year olds. But just the same it was rather odd seeing how compliant and yet defiant the tween was about this. In her nearly two decades of life Siv could not recall seeing something so paradoxical in an unbroken girl.\n\n\tIt was actually rather cute.\n\n\tFinally Eleanor was dressed properly and rose to follow Siv out into the complex. Again she seemed to stay two steps behind the bunny and one step to the left. Almost precisely. Sure she stumbled a bit. In a few instances Eleanor nearly fell, though that was more Siv shifting hir pace slightly in order to test the slave-in-training. Each time Shi did the badger would stumble hard and more than once nearly fall over. Yet each time she not only regained her footing but resumed it with a hard resounding stomp as if to strike back in some miniscule way against her tormenter.\n\n\tBy the time they reached the bathroom Siv was sure that hir charge had to be hurting more than a bit. Even assuming Eleanor took time to walk around in those heels there wasn’t really much room to get in practice. Shi could only imagine that those ankles were ready to snap in two by now. Not that shi minded.\n\n\tThe gold-furred bunny moved up to Eleanor and put a paw to her cheek, smirking as she looked her over. The girl had taken a rather rigid stance. Feet shoulder width apart and quaking as they attempted to deal with the heels. Chin raised exactly one inch from what was comfortable and natural, her flattish chest and slightly puffy nipples arched out so as to expose it and keep her pelvis pushed forwards. Even her arms were clasped firmly behind her and at attention, each forearm clasped by the opposite hand right where it went to the elbow.\n\n\tIt was an impressive display, and it came with a look of absolute defiance in those normally warm brown eyes. “Not bad. Not bad at all. You are a quick study aren’t you? I take it you have been doing your daily exercise units off of the Pad as well then?” Siv chuckled\n\n\t“Yes Miss Siv” Eleanor snapped formally\n\n\t“You are just full of surprises aren’t you little one?” Siv licked hir lips and slowly went over the rigid form. Hir paw slowly ran along Eleanors cheek, down her neck, tracing a finger slowly along her spine up to the corset. Shi then pulled back and gave Eleanor a firm swat to the rump. It drew a hard yelp and knocked her off position for a moment. But Eleanor was quick to recover.\n\n\t“Mmm not bad at all.” Siv nodded “Tell me then Ellie just what is it that brought this about-”\n\n\t“Eleanor” The badger stated.\n\n\t“Excuse me?” Siv blinked and leaned in. Hir eyes quirking as shi looked the badger girl over very carefully.\n\n\t“It is Eleanor, Ma’am.” She repeated.\n\n\tSiv did hir best to hide it but shi did ball her fist up slightly. Paw trembling as hir nails bit into the flesh of hir own hand ever so slightly. “I do not think I heard you clearly, Slave” Shi growled. The malicious edge now clear in hir voice.\n\n\t“I am owned by Mistress Runa, Ma’am. The name of a slave is chosen either by his or her birth parents, or by the owner… or someone whom the owner has given authority to change that name. While you are my superior in the hierarchy, I am not currently aware of her giving you that specific authority over me as of this time. As such I would choose to insist upon my given name without an alteration or nick name.”\n\n\tEleanors voice was flat as she said this. Mechanical, probably more military in nature than what passed for Mercs around here. Siv wished to the Gods that they could be a bit more formal like this. But from one of hir students it was unpleasant.\n\n\t“So then, Eleanor” the bunny growled. Hir face having grown a bit darker, a bit more sinister. “How did you learn so quickly? I mean it is remarkable, especially considering you haven’t even passed the third grade”\n\n\tShi looked hir charge in the eye and grinned wide. \n\n\tEleanor simply grinned back slightly. “I pay attention, Ma’am” She said simply. “After all, I do not wish to be a Naughty Monkey.”\n\n\tIt took everything the head slave had not to backhand this girl. She looked Eleanor dead on in the eyes and bit back on every ounce of hir slowly growing rage. Shi let it all sink down and twist into a nice, big, toxically sugary smile.\n\n\t“That’s right dear. You don’t want to be a Naughty Monkey. I must say you are catching on quite quickly already” Shi nodded “But the truth is Eleanor that Mistress wants you to meet with her for lunch today, and you don’t want to reek like you do now, right? I am sure a smart girl like you wants to be her absolute prettiest for her owner don’t you?”\n\n\tEleanor nodded a bit. She was content with her victory for the moment, and truth be told it had probably been a while since her last shower anyways. “May I remove my clothing, Ma’am?” She asked politely. Something that drove another nice big spike into Sivs psyche she was sure.\n\n\t“No, dear pet. I will undress you.” Siv cooed “And I will wash you up. I already have a bath run.” The woman slipped hir paw to the lacing of the corset and began to tug the knot free. Shi slowly pulled the item loose and carefully lowered it to the floor reveling the plump belly full of matted sweaty fur underneath.\n\n\t“Oh my that is a mess” Siv sighed “You know you are supposed to take these things off once in a while so your body can breath. You do know that, don’t you girl?” Siv groaned\n\n\tEleanor blinked a bit and bit on the corner of her lip “I wasn’t a-no Ma’am I was not aware of that. I’m sorry” She muttered suddenly squirming just a bit.\n\n\tSiv smirked and ran hir paw over the girls slightly budding chest as she looked up at her, tugging the laces to those boots. “oh absolutely. I mean there is a degree of common sense involved in all of this after all. Some degree of autonomy. That is unless you think Mistress should be making every single solitary decision for you. I mean I can discuss that with her if you want.”\n\n\t“No ma’am I don’t need that” the badger whimpered “I simply need to get a better handle on the rules at this point. I cannot recall anything in the lesson plan specifying any of that.”\n\n\tThe rabbit chuckled a bit and ran hir paw between Eleanors legs softly. Running a finger against those folds before slowly moving hir way down one thigh. “I see. So you expect to be told when to use common sense? That seems a bit silly, doesn’t it?”\n\n\tEleanor winced. She stepped out of the boots as Siv pulled them away and did her best to stay in position. Still the whole thing felt foolish. It made her feel like an inept idiot. A feeling made worse by her ‘trainer’ slowly teasing against her inexperienced and over stimulated young body. \n\n\tUp until this point Eleanor couldn’t fathom anything she hated more than feeling like a fuck-up. For some reason feeling aroused while feeling like a fuck-up had never crossed her mind. Not until now.\n\n\t“Shhh just relax little one. I’m sure you have had a hard time all alone, locked up. All these new ideas about sex swirling in that big brain of yours, and not even a teddy to hump when you get worked up.” Siv teased gently. Hir paw seemed to know just how to move and where to touch. Fingers teasingly pumping in just enough to make Eleanor fidget without breaking her stance.\n\n\tIt didn’t take long for Eleanor to begin rocking and twisting her hips along with those teasing digits. She pushed her hips down only to feel the paw fall away. She stood back up only to feel a palm pushing into her aching mons and slowly kneading in. \n\n\tIt was shameful, and all to brief. A few moments of shameful self loathing pleasure before Siv unceremoniously shoved the poor girl forward towards the tub. Laughing as she saw the poor child stumble and nearly fall flat on the cool tile floor.\n\n\tThe bath was quick. Siv made no effort to help her and Eleanor didn’t desire to be exposed and on display for this woman any longer than she had to. It hurt a bit getting all the mats out of her bristles and coming though that thick mop o hair. Especially with the conditioner that the bunny woman insisted she use. Still compared to the monotonous torture of her lesson plans and isolation the bath all but seemed to fly by. Eleanor felt a wave of stress simply melt off her muscles, and whatever scents had been put in the bath really were not that bad.\n\n\tIn short order Eleanor was out, toweled off and slowly working herself back into the corset and boots. As much as she hated Siv she had to admit that taking these things off once in a while might be a smart and hygienic idea. An admission that only made her feel worse. With that done she followed Siv out though the hallways and eventually out into the bright glair of the sun. \n\n\tFresh air and sunlight after so long were a welcomed shift even for an introvert like Eleanor. She took a long moment to bask happily and let the rays soak into her fur and flesh. The cool, crisp wind that whisked its way into their little rocky shelter caught her nose and she could almost smell a few familiar flowers wafting on the tip of the breeze. \n\n\tThe grassy little alcove where she stood seemed to be between a few of the interconnected buildings and the sheer rocky face. It was almost like some kind of enclosed back yard, though the young badger expected this was largely a way to prevent her from attempting escape. In the middle of this was a nice looking oak dinner table draped with a cloth. There was a large assortment of foods laid out on it, various cheeses and meats, fresh-looking bread and several things Eleanor didn’t recognize in the least, but they smelled interesting.\n\n\tRuna pulled back from the table and glanced over to her pets. She sauntered over slowly, seemingly wearing the same simple outfit she had been the day Eleanor had first met the wolf woman. The simple skirt and vest, though in addition with what appeared to be thick wrappings of bandages around her wrist.\n\n\tEven after all that had been done to her some small, tender part of Eleanor couldn’t help but worry about that. She did her best to not look, even glancing up at the sky and over to a particular patch of grass as the lithe wolf woman sauntered her way up and stood before the two. Rainbow-tinted bangs thankfully hiding that distracting prosthetic eye.\n\n\t“Slave Eleanor?” Runa said\n\n\t“Yes Mistress” Eleanor yelped. Part out of fear, part out of confusion and part simply from distraction as she desperately sought to avoid staring at the wrapped forearms.\n\n\t“Is something the matter, Slave Eleanor?” Runa asked\n\n\t“Um… Well, I… N-no Mistress. Nothings wrong.” Eleanor whimpered.\n\n\tThere was a long awkward pause. The poor badger shut her eyes tight as she felt the ice blue orb scanning over her body a moment. Somehow the simple fear of embarrassment, the fear of being found out for staring at something that probably wasn’t her business and possibly offending this cruel beauty seemed to pull every single second like strands of Taffy. The tension grew. Eleanor could feel her chest heaving, she could feel her toes curling and the unconscious nibble on her lip threatening to break skin. Her mind started to race with all of the criticism. Everything she could be doing wrong. Maybe it was an infection, or some horrific accident. Maybe burns that forever seared off large patches of fur and left the otherwise gorgeous wolf permanently disfigured… or rather even more disfigured than the eye.\n\n\tBefore that eternally long minute was up Eleanors chest was heaving and straining against the corset just below it and the hyperventilation started to make her feel like she would faint.\n\n\t“Slave, Kneel. Present.”\n\n\tShe heard the words and acted without a shred of hesitation. Eleanor collapsed to the ground and spread her knees, open palms resting on her inner thighs. Chest out, chin up. The semi-reflexive action and shift in position almost knocked the wind out of her. Almost. It was probably a wonder she didn’t simply pass right out then and there. It at least got her to stop hyperventilating. Only now she felt light headed and a bit sick. Her body wanting nothing more than to collapse in on itself.\n\n\t“I see she’s been studying up. That’s quite impressive” Runa nodded her approval as she began to pace around the girl. She prodded Eleanor’s thighs and moist sex with her boot. Ran her fingers over the badger girls face and though her hair. She brushed her ear tip slowly a moment to watch how the dazed girl reacted.\n\n\tWhen she was satisfied Runa nodded and slipped her finger under Eleanor’s chin as she had that first day. Slowly, carefully guiding her to her feet.\n\n\t“Come, sit” Runa said “I desire some company with my lunch. Siv” Runa waved her hand and the bunny woman walked over to the door, standing at attention beside it. Shi was clearly there to stop Eleanor from trying to bolt. \n\n\tAdmittedly it felt quite good seeing hir so upset.\n\n\tAs she sat Eleanor took close note of the different foods laid out. Meats, cheeses and sliced bread all laid out nicely on a board. A large flank of some fish coated lightly in salt and with a bit of char to it. A glass of a yellowish liquid and another with layers of berries and some kind of whipped cream or something. As with the last meal she had it was extravagant to say the least. It was also very difficult for Eleanor to overcome her anxiety and reach for a very thick piece of Rye and some of the meats and cheeses.\n\n\t“Mistress?” Eleanor took a moment and looked up from her sandwich, taking a deep and deliberate breath.\n\n\tRuna finished a bite of the large fish portion on her plate and tilted her head a bit. “Yes pet?”\n\n\t“Why… why did you wish me to join you?” Eleanor whimpered.\n\n\t“Because I wished to dine with you” The wolfess replied simply. Cutting herself another large hunk from her fish.\n\n\t“Well yes, I know. But I mean why is it you… I mean…” Eleanor sighed and slumped a bit “yes Mistress…” she muttered.\n\n\tRuna smirked as she had a bit more of the fish and a few sips of her drink The wolf woman watched Eleanor squirm and fidget cutely. She let the moments pass slowly and quietly into long minutes as she waited for it to near critical mass. \n\n\t“Slave Eleanor, let me ask you something. Do you enjoy your studies? Be honest now.”\n\n\tThe poor badger had just taken a rather large bite of her sandwich, and had to struggle hard not to choke. “Wh-what?” She whined\n\n\t“It is a simple question dear. Do you enjoy your studies?” Runa slowly took a moment to eat a bit of the simple little trifle sat to the side of her plate. Her piercing blue eye never losing contact with Eleanor. Something the little slave clearly felt all too well.\n\n\t“No, Mistress. Not really.” It was tempting to lie. It would be easy. There was no way Runa could know either way after all… well not without some kind of brain scanning device. Which Eleanor realized only after she had answered that Runa might in fact possess. “I am sorry Mistress. I really am” she muttered “I mean I don’t want to do poorly. I don’t like to just sabotage things or do a bad job. But everything I’ve learned so far has just been really, I don’t know. Icky I guess”\n\n\t“Not to mention the cartoons.” Runa quipped.\n\n\t“And the cartoons” Eleanor affirmed, a small giggle actually leaving her lips.\n\n\t“I confess my initial education included several units with the damned monkey as well. By the time I reached first grade all I wished to do was strange the thing, then find the actress who played her and strangle her as well.”\n\n\t“I don’t know if I would go that far Mistress. I mean it’s not really her fault the Mabel character was so grating, right?”\n\n\t“Actually it was” Runa chuckled “Only when I was your age did I find out that the actresses were My grandmother and her head pet. Mabel admitted to me she had played up the antics since she enjoyed acting so much. The director arguably has more blame though. A seven year old girl getting to show off and be goofy in a Holo recording doesn’t know better. A well paid and experienced director of educational materials and documentaries on the other hand…” \n\n\tEleanor wasn’t quite sure how she felt about that. She looked in awe at Runa, the wolfess already going for a bit more of the baked and cheese-covered turnips that had been laid out. It felt oddly good. How casually this woman spoke to her. How simply and honestly she treated her. Not to mention the good food. It almost felt rude to question any of it. And yet.\n\n\t“Mistress. I am sorry, but I have to ask. This all seems normal to you?”\n\n\tThe wolfess’ face soured just a bit. She set her fork down and leaned forward slightly looking the cub right in the eye. “What do you mean, slave?”\n\n\tIf ever there was a question Eleanor regretted asking, this was it. She leaned back in her chair and bit her lip trying desperately to somehow undo or take back the words. Seeking frantically in her mind for some kind of out as her body shook with fear. When the words finally came, she wasn’t even really thinking about them.\n\n\t“I mean all of this. Owning people, the weapons, the violence. Treating cubs as sexual objects. Setting up some compound on some far off star system and ripping people out of their lives. All of it. I just don’t, Mistress I don’t see how any of this can feel natural to you.”\n\n\tThe badger expected a long pause. Expected the quiet, wicked glair and the twisted growl from her owner. Expected some sort of backlash or punishment, or at least chastisement.\n\n\tInstead Runa simply leaned forward, pushing the small centerpiece aside to look her pet in the eye. “Yes, child. I do. I see all of this as very normal, and very necessary. If anything, I see what I am doing as a mercy. One day you shall understand.”\n\n\t“But… Mistress most of those you took. We had lives. We had family, friends. We had-”\n\n\t“Neighbors.” Runa interrupted.\n\n\tEleanor felt her words die in her throat as she looked on.\n\n\t“Neighbors, like the ones who beat your parents. Like the ones who saw fit to throw you to my guards. Not even children. They were adults, somehow hoping a child would fill my simple quota and protect them.”\n\n\t“I… well yeah” Eleanor muttered.\n\n\t“People who you felt you knew. People who were a part of your community. Yet who were more than willing to sacrifice whomever was close at hand. Why?”\n\n\tEleanor knew several possible answers to that. Frankly the difficulty would be in narrowing them down. That, and the even more difficult task of accepting them. Accepting what those people had done.\n\n\tRuna had returned to her meal without any ceremony. Eleanor tried to do the same. Getting a small portion of the vegetables to try. Thankfully she didn’t need to use her drink to wash the taste down. It was actually rather good, in fact most of the food thus far was. Better still all the foods to try helped keep her mouth shut from further stupid questions.\n\n\t“Mistress…” The little badger had gone about five minutes stuffing her face before the word finally slipped out. Once again seeming to hit the second her guard was down.\n\n\t“Yes, little one?” Runa asked softly, her plate now almost cleaned.\n\n\t“How… did you get hurt?” she looked at the bandages and winced, half sure that would be the final straw.\n\n\tOnce again Runa surprised her. The wolfess chuckled and took another sip of her drink as she finally started in on the remaining dessert in earnest. “As was with our ancestors, our scars are not marks of shame. They are lessons learned and battles fought. Marks to be worn with pride. To remind us of triumphs and follies. Anyone who claims to be a leader, a mistress, must have the scars to justify such a claim. Otherwise their authority is bought cheap, and their claims ring false.”\n\n\tRuna smiled softly “My ancestor, Isaac, said those words when the Thanedotter family finally broke off from Terra. He got sick of politicians and plutocrats telling him how to run his life. They had installed our family to keep the people of the new London colony placated.”\n\n\t“A-and?” Eleanor asked as she leaned in. The poor girl fascinated in spite of herself.\n\n\t“And?” Runa chuckled “You are the little scholar. Why would I spoil the best part?” She proceeded to finish her dessert and stood slowly. That toned body slowly walking over and a paw cupping her little playthings chin. “Learning to kneel is important, little one. But you have a very useful mind. It is capable of learning much more. I expect to see results.” The wolfess leaned in slowly and pressed her muzzle up against Eleanors lips. That warm, firm tongue pushed itself in and once again claiming the virginal little mouth as its own.\n\n\tIn spite of everything Eleanor felt herself going limp as the tongue probed in slow steady circles. As it dipped and darted, and pushed her own weak pink muscle down firmly. Pinning it in place for a long moment as the dominant wolf woman slowly pulled herself away and gazed down at her pet.\n\n\tShe walked off without another word to the dazed badger. Giving little more than a small waved gesture to Siv. The bunny quickly moved up to the table and sat down across from Eleanor. \n\n\tShi started to load up hir own plate, and once again the fox girl from before came by quickly… or rather two of them. One carrying a picture to refill the drinks and the other setting out a new dessert. \n\n\tEleanor barely had time to process the matched set of slaves as she struggled not to slip further under the table. All she could do was look from one to the other while fumbling to right herself and not simply knock her own chair into the dirt in the process.\n\n\tSiv said nothing, simply starting in on her meal. Eleanor had mostly finished by this point and doubted she could possibly continue. The two sat in awkward silence the whole time, and Eleanor just hoped and prayed Siv was a light eater.\n\n-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------\n\n\tEleanor was finding it very hard to sit still after her day thus far. She had tried going back to the history lesson. Hell it was actually starting to get good based on what little she recalled. But for some reason she could not focus.\n\n\tNor, sadly, could she sleep. That one seemed a bit more obvious. A tummy full of good food right after a nap. Even if her confined and shut-off lifestyle should be producing symptoms reminiscent of ‘cabin fever’ after all of her time alone, Eleanor had not found herself particularly tired out during her stay. Especially not now.\n\n\tShe lay there, tossing, turning. Trying to get on her side and bunch up the blankets. Trying to shift position in a way that might tire her out or get the restless, uneasy tension out of her head. After a while of half-consciously shifting and twisting around Eleanor found herself face down, ass up, arms held before her and knees threatening to slip off the edge of the bed.\n\n\tIt was, naturally, just one of those things. Her restless body shifting itself without thought in a quest to settle and maybe feel a bit less anxious. Hell Eleanor had not had her anti-anxiety shot once since she got here. For all she knew the stuff was wearing off. \n\n\tAll the same as she took this position. Her muzzle buried into the mattress, her plump bare rump on display to nobody in particular and her thighs pushed firmly into the corner of the bed, she had to admit there was some odd spark of arousal there.\n\n\tParting her legs a bit Eleanor took a few moments to slowly push her fingers up against her warm folds. She tried to copy the seemingly simple movements of Siv from earlier in the day. Tried to move her fingers, her palm, in those same firm yet gentle teasing strokes. Tried like crazy to recapture the small slivers of growing arousal she could recall so clearly at the hand of that cruel self serving bitch of a bunny.\n\n\tSomething about the position helped make it feel right, almost natural. Each breath she took Eleanor could feel her body tingle a bit from shame. Like some small concession of defeat that sent a spark of forbidden pleasure though the base of her tailbone and up her body, causing that plump little butt to clench hard.\n\n\tSadly the part of her body she wished most to feel that pleasure was letting the rest down. Her simple meager fumbling more like someone poking her with cocktail franks than any sort of real pleasure.\n\n\tAfter a few minute of trying this to no avail Eleanor slowly let herself slump down and went to the pad. She looked around, not that anyone was going to be watching her, and then started to adjust the display matrix. Turning it up to make the images projected closer to life-size. Based on her old teaching Pad this would play hell on the resolution. But at this point she really did not care.\n\n\tOnce again Eleanor slipped herself down into the same presentation position. This time trying to get it a bit closer to the ‘standard’, and with the bottom of her muzzle pushed hard against the floor. She turned it up a bit to see the screen and with her thumb opened up the encyclopedia function. There was of course always an encyclopedia function. There were probably dozens, hundreds, maybe even thousands of prime examples she could use at this moment. Many that might suit her more or be more dignified choices. But at the moment the increasingly aroused tween was already feeling more than a bit ashamed of herself. \n\n\tShe already knew what she needed to do, even if it really wasn’t what she wanted. It didn’t need to be much. More than a naked body, perhaps. Not much more. But she needed something she had not really gotten much of since she got here. Something that was still mostly new to her even before her arrival. Thankfully that was one thing she was sure must be buried somewhere in this Pad.\n\n\tIt took little effort to do the proper search. Eleanor clicked the link, and with the practiced grace of someone who had likely spent half her life diving various interactive encyclopedias, hit the example link under the word ‘Masochist’\n\n\tThe image shot up, larger and far more colorful than she expected. A beautiful red panda girl likely pushing twenty was shown. Her chest heavily pierced, as was her nose. She had a few small tattoos and a very clear branding on her thigh. One hand was on her left breast, slowly kneading and massaging it as her right dipped down between her legs. “I am a bad little bitch” The girl said. Her voice shaky, innocent, trembling with shame and pent up excitement.\n\n\tEleanor hated to admit it, but she could relate.\n\n\t“A dirty, stupid, ugly little sex doll. I’m not skinny enough to be pretty. I’m not smart enough to be useful. I’m not good at making any decisions on my own.” \n\n\tThe words were not too far off from things Eleanor had said in the mirror countless times. Though unlike the red panda girl showing herself off, Eleanor had never really done so in a sexual context before. \n\n\tThe young girl watched from her place on the ground as that warm, wet, swollen sex slowly rode the girls fingers. She watched how the example recording hooked her fingers in, seeming to dig them in. No tenderness, no teasing. The look on the pandas face one of confused contempt and near-shocking lust.\n\n\t“I don’t deserve to be loved, to be wanted. I don’t deserve to be used and hit. I don’t deserve any attention at all” The stilted, almost scripted words were moaned with a slight degree of genuine passion behind them. The exemplar on display tugged and yanked, twisted at the thick ring in her nipple.\n\n\tEleanor half-thought about it as she watched those luscious, lovely C cups. So much bigger and prettier than her own budding chest. She looked on and licked her lips slowly gripping her own near absent mound of flesh and digging her fingers in hard. It hurt. Hurt badly. The dazed badger too focused on the display before her to realize how badly it would actually sting.\n\n\tYet she didn’t stop.\n\n\t“I want to be a good girl. Please. I’ll do anything you want. I’ll lick your toilet seat every night. I’ll sleep in the yard so you don’t have to see me. Y-you can hit me any time you want. I… I think I’d like that…” The red panda moaned hard as she slowly crushed her erect nipple between two digits and started to dig her hips in harder. Even with the bad, clearly formulated dialogue there was a note of conviction to it that seemed to add such weight to the bad words.\n\n\tEleanor shut her eyes a moment and let those images, those ideas sink into her head a bit. The idea of Runa, of Mistress, deepening that kiss, pushing the pudgy little badger down to her knees. Of gripping her hair, looking her over.\n\n\tOf thinking she was ugly. Slapping her. Hitting her. Eleanor dug her fingers in as deeply as she could. Her still-virgin folds quaking as she sought to simply pinch and claw at what flesh she could. It drove her to a tiny convulsion and nearly knocked her off balance in the process. Yet the needy little mustelid didn’t slow the abuse. Even with tears in her eyes… Even with the image of Runa, or that bitch Siv pushing a high heeled boot down right on her little face.\n\n\t“I-its ok. I know you hate me. I know you don’t like me. I want that” \n\n\tEleanor blinked and opened her eye as she saw the girl in the example nearing orgasm. She quickly tried to match the growing pace of the clearly grown and experienced girl. Her ears perking up. Drinking in the words that part of her still tried to resolve she would never say. Drinking in the conviction that bled in though the obvious script. Of a girl who hated herself, who despised herself. Who wanted to be hated, needed to be beaten. Needed to be put in her place.\n\n\tAs if to affirm that small moment of self loathing, Eleanors body collapsed. She lay there on her own paw. Panting, sweaty, shaking. Watching the beautiful slave that had recorded this as she arched though the height of an orgasm.\n\n\tAll the while Eleanor. Clumsy weak, silly little Eleanor, shivered and waggled her hips ineffectually. Grinding on those same stubby useless fingers. Somehow she hadn’t fully expected to cum from this. Hadn’t really expected this to push her over the edge. \n\n\tAs she lay there all these thoughts started to bounce around in her overactive mind. Her mind struggling to rationalize. She was only looking for shlick material. It was just this once. It was the environment, or the isolation. Fear, confusion, anger, all bouncing around in her head. All trying to fit into place as her overactive mind struggled to settle. Bouncing around like pingpong balls.\n\n\tYet even as she struggled, even as she strained. That paw started to move again. The awkward little digits once again fumbling around. Failing to give more than a passing bit of pleasure. They fumbled, they rubbed, and then they dug in. sharp little claws pinching and scratching enough to send a jolt of pain though her.\n\n\tEleanor groaned and flattened harder on the floor. She folded her ears back and sighed with tears streaming down her eyes. “S-stupid little c-. Stupid… Dumb… stupid ugly little Cu…little C word…”\n\n\tThe next few moments, or minutes, or Gods knew how long really, Eleanor just kept at herself. No romance, no attempts to pleasure or reward. Every shred of anxiety she had built up. All the physical pain and mental strain. The struggles to figure out a way to escape and fear of her parents and the thousand other things that went though her head at a mile a minute all blurred into a hot mess of verbal abuse and rough self hating masturbation. The little tween hate-fucked herself until her arm was nearly numb before finally rolling over. The hot tears streamed down her face as she sprawled spread eagle on the floor looking up at the simple metal tiles of her ceiling.\n\n\t“Mom… dad…” Eleanor sobbed, clenching her still soaked hand into a fist “What’s wrong with me?”\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "By Right: Purpose, Part 2

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\t“Please select a new unit.”

\tEleanor looked away from the holo for a moment and winced, slipping her glasses down her muzzle to rub her weary eyes. “I think I need a few minutes to rest…” The badger sighed softly and slumped back. Her body trembling softly.

\t“Request confirmed. It is exactly four hundred and twenty six minutes past your last recommended study break. Adjusting optimal rest timer accordingly.”

\tSeven hours. In truth Eleanor was a bit shocked to hear that. It was true that her time between study breaks had been getting longer and longer. She’d been slipping back into old patterns and habits rather well since getting confined into this metal box. But even with how tired she felt, it didn’t feel like she’d gone a third of a day straight studying once more.

\tOn the other hand it probably would have been easier to keep track of these things if she was allowed to know the date, or time of day, or even had some way to accurately keep track of how many days had passed.

\t“Kenna” Eleanor sighed as she leaned back against her pillow.

\t“Yes, Eleanor?” the synthesized, mechanical voice chimed in.

\t“Can you tell me again just how far I can go before I have to shift gears?”

\t“Invalid request” the pad computer chirped “Please restate the inquiry.”

\tWhile Eleanor could safely say she had learned far more than she had ever imagined during her short time trapped in this cell, this was perhaps the only thing she could qualify as genuinely useful. Teaching pads, even advanced ones, still seemed painfully stupid.

\t“I am asking for a progress report, Kenna” she said softly.

\t“Confirmed. Student Eleanor is currently at the top of the class. Current study unit, Yggdrasil approved ‘Kenna’ class structure version 6.21. Current grade unit averages 5.0. Previous year grade point averages 5.0. Current grade level, third year. Omissions include Mathematics, Reading comprehension, basic literature, Basic science, Basic computing, Basic…”

\t“Ok ok fine I get it” she sighed “and how long did it take to get though to third year studies?” she asked. Hopeful that this time it might actually give her something useful.

\t“Unable to process request. Insufficient data.” The Pad said frankly.

\tOf course there wasn’t enough data. Why would there be? Whatever Mistress and Miss Siv were up to with her they pretty clearly didn’t want her figuring out how long she had been in here. Eleanor hated  how utterly trapped and near stir-crazy she felt. She hated that the only way to avoid being naked was to wear these strange leather cloths that only made her feel more exposed. She despised that her only form of mental stimulation was to push though these different units of schooling. Much of which had thus far been insultingly easy and seemingly designed for little kids.

\tBut the fact that she kept thinking of her captors as ‘Mistress’ and ‘Miss Siv’ was what really got on her nerves. Whatever those bitches were doing to her Eleanor was finding it harder to keep focused and push it out of her head. It would probably be easier if she just smashed her teaching Pad… but then that was basically the only thing she was permitted to do in this damn room.

\tThe ironic thing though, presuming Eleanor could muster up the strength to care about irony at this point, was that this whole setup wasn’t too far off from how she had been before. Locking herself away in her room. Spending most of her day with hologames and studies. Actively fighting her parents attempts to make her more sociable. Now here she was. Living out some twisted mockery of what should be the life she was seeking anyways. Just a few games, a few movies and maybe a few friends on the colony net away from what had always been her dream.

\tSome Dream.

\tEleanor just sighed and looked up at the simple metal ceiling. Her eyes closed for a few long moments and the dull pain of hard strain after gazing at holographic images and flatpics so long started to return. She pushed her glasses up and pushed her palms down on her eyes just hard enough to relieve a bit of the dull pain. The fact that a near sheet of odd, streaming square or diamond shapes seemed to indicate that she probably had been at this a bit too long.

\t“Kenna” she sighed “Is there a unit that is mostly audio?”

\t“Affirmative. History year 3 has minimal visual lesson cues. These cues are largely superfluous and may be ignored without impact to lesson plan.”

\tEleanor sighed and nodded “Ok then lets go with that. Just start it up.” The little badger sighed and yawned loudly as she rolled over on her side, yanking the thick blanket over her body and worming the sharp, severe high heels of her boots out from the bottom.

\t“Hello, and welcome to ‘Kenna History, Volume 3’. This work course is designed for students within their third year of study. Within this course…”

\tEleanor sighed and slipped her eyes shut. Her ear twitched a bit as she heard the unit chattering on. The young badger feeling a wave of bliss wash over her as sleep began to take hold.

\tAt the same moment the pad paused. A small red light blinking on the screen. ‘subliminal lecture mode active’.

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\t“-ran rule was generally enforced on these early colonies by what would later become known as the ‘noble houses’. These families were given powerful weapons and intricately designed, prefabricated fortresses to ensure their rule could not be opposed by the locals. Generally this would include at least one primitive battle frame, standing thirty meters tall and armed with an array of primitive beam and solid projectile weapons. The houses that first formed Yggdrasil included the Thanedotter family. Unlike most noble houses the Thanedo-“

\tA loud metallic clank drown the words out for a moment. Not that Eleanor could recall listening that closely. The smallish badger yawned loudly and buried her face into the crook of one arm to block out the flood of light from the hallway. With her other hand she fumbled about for the pad in a vain attempt to hit the pause button.

\tHigh, strong heels clacked their way into the room a moment later the lecture paused. Eleanor felt a familiar hand resting on her paw and looked up to see the bunny-woman framed in the glairing light of the doorway.

\t“Mistress wants to talk with her little star pupil.” Siv chuckled “I’m here to get you all cleaned up and ready. It looks like I’m just In time too” Siv reached up and tussed the badger girls hair a bit “The simple, slightly frizzy brown mop had been conditioned and cut into some semblance of order. Siv had even gotten it into a good bun, which had only partially frayed since the last time she took the girl out for a bit of clean-up.

\tEleanor sighed a bit and pushed her blanket off to the side. She planted those boots firmly on the floor and tested a moment to see how loose they had gotten. The laces seemed to have loosened both with the boots themselves and the corset, which made them all feel a bit too open. Without thinking of it the badger girl reached down and started to find where the laces had enough slack. She tugged firmly and slowly started to work her way up. There was a bit of a bulge at the top of the boots that grew as she tightened them. It annoyed her. But she kept going almost mechanically.

\t“My you really have gotten the hang of this” Siv chuckled

\tEleanor stopped for a moment. She looked up at the bunny, then went back to her work. “Yeah well, I don’t want to chafe, or fall over or something.” She muttered in a rather weak reply.

\t“We’re only going down to the bathroom dear. You will have to disrobe there regardless.”

\tEleanor just kept moving mechanically up her left leg, then went to the right without paying the woman any heed. It was not until both boots and the corset were all fixed up before she looked up at Siv with a small glimmer of hate in her eyes.

\t“Clothing and accessories are a privilege. They mean that your owner wishes you to look your best just for them. You should never wear them wrong. That’s what Lazy monkeys do. Right?” She quoted the quip from that oh so condescending little educational cartoon with a thick layer of venom to her voice. Eleanor snorted and reached back to tighten her corset, pushing her chest out just a bit in a rather bizarre show of simple pride.

\tNaturally there was no doubt that Eleanor would be able to catch on when it came to concepts designed for six year olds. But just the same it was rather odd seeing how compliant and yet defiant the tween was about this. In her nearly two decades of life Siv could not recall seeing something so paradoxical in an unbroken girl.

\tIt was actually rather cute.

\tFinally Eleanor was dressed properly and rose to follow Siv out into the complex. Again she seemed to stay two steps behind the bunny and one step to the left. Almost precisely. Sure she stumbled a bit. In a few instances Eleanor nearly fell, though that was more Siv shifting hir pace slightly in order to test the slave-in-training. Each time Shi did the badger would stumble hard and more than once nearly fall over. Yet each time she not only regained her footing but resumed it with a hard resounding stomp as if to strike back in some miniscule way against her tormenter.

\tBy the time they reached the bathroom Siv was sure that hir charge had to be hurting more than a bit. Even assuming Eleanor took time to walk around in those heels there wasn’t really much room to get in practice. Shi could only imagine that those ankles were ready to snap in two by now. Not that shi minded.

\tThe gold-furred bunny moved up to Eleanor and put a paw to her cheek, smirking as she looked her over. The girl had taken a rather rigid stance. Feet shoulder width apart and quaking as they attempted to deal with the heels. Chin raised exactly one inch from what was comfortable and natural, her flattish chest and slightly puffy nipples arched out so as to expose it and keep her pelvis pushed forwards. Even her arms were clasped firmly behind her and at attention, each forearm clasped by the opposite hand right where it went to the elbow.

\tIt was an impressive display, and it came with a look of absolute defiance in those normally warm brown eyes. “Not bad. Not bad at all. You are a quick study aren’t you? I take it you have been doing your daily exercise units off of the Pad as well then?” Siv chuckled

\t“Yes Miss Siv” Eleanor snapped formally

\t“You are just full of surprises aren’t you little one?” Siv licked hir lips and slowly went over the rigid form. Hir paw slowly ran along Eleanors cheek, down her neck, tracing a finger slowly along her spine up to the corset. Shi then pulled back and gave Eleanor a firm swat to the rump. It drew a hard yelp and knocked her off position for a moment. But Eleanor was quick to recover.

\t“Mmm not bad at all.” Siv nodded “Tell me then Ellie just what is it that brought this about-”

\t“Eleanor” The badger stated.

\t“Excuse me?” Siv blinked and leaned in. Hir eyes quirking as shi looked the badger girl over very carefully.

\t“It is Eleanor, Ma’am.” She repeated.

\tSiv did hir best to hide it but shi did ball her fist up slightly. Paw trembling as hir nails bit into the flesh of hir own hand ever so slightly. “I do not think I heard you clearly, Slave” Shi growled. The malicious edge now clear in hir voice.

\t“I am owned by Mistress Runa, Ma’am. The name of a slave is chosen either by his or her birth parents, or by the owner… or someone whom the owner has given authority to change that name. While you are my superior in the hierarchy, I am not currently aware of her giving you that specific authority over me as of this time. As such I would choose to insist upon my given name without an alteration or nick name.”

\tEleanors voice was flat as she said this. Mechanical, probably more military in nature than what passed for Mercs around here.  Siv wished to the Gods that they could be a bit more formal like this. But from one of hir students it was unpleasant.

\t“So then, Eleanor” the bunny growled. Hir face having grown a bit darker, a bit more sinister. “How did you learn so quickly? I mean it is remarkable, especially considering you haven’t even passed the third grade”

\tShi looked hir charge in the eye and grinned wide.

\tEleanor simply grinned back slightly. “I pay attention, Ma’am” She said simply. “After all, I do not wish to be a Naughty Monkey.”

\tIt took everything the head slave had not to backhand this girl. She looked Eleanor dead on in the eyes and bit back on every ounce of hir slowly growing rage. Shi let it all sink down and twist into a nice, big, toxically sugary smile.

\t“That’s right dear. You don’t want to be a Naughty Monkey. I must say you are catching on quite quickly already” Shi nodded “But the truth is Eleanor that Mistress wants you to meet with her for lunch today, and you don’t want to reek like you do now, right? I am sure a smart girl like you wants to be her absolute prettiest for her owner don’t you?”

\tEleanor nodded a bit. She was content with her victory for the moment, and truth be told it had probably been a while since her last shower anyways. “May I remove my clothing, Ma’am?” She asked politely. Something that drove another nice big spike into Sivs psyche she was sure.

\t“No, dear pet. I will undress you.” Siv cooed “And I will wash you up. I already have a bath run.” The woman slipped hir paw to the lacing of the corset and began to tug the knot free. Shi slowly pulled the item loose and carefully lowered it to the floor reveling the plump belly full of matted sweaty fur underneath.

\t“Oh my that is a mess” Siv sighed “You know you are supposed to take these things off once in a while so your body can breath. You do know that, don’t you girl?” Siv groaned

\tEleanor blinked a bit and bit on the corner of her lip “I wasn’t a-no Ma’am I was not aware of that. I’m sorry” She muttered suddenly squirming just a bit.

\tSiv smirked and ran hir paw over the girls slightly budding chest as she looked up at her, tugging the laces to those boots. “oh absolutely. I mean there is a degree of common sense involved in all of this after all. Some degree of autonomy. That is unless you think Mistress should be making every single solitary decision for you. I mean I can discuss that with her if you want.”

\t“No ma’am I don’t need that” the badger whimpered “I simply need to get a better handle on the rules at this point. I cannot recall anything in the lesson plan specifying any of that.”

\tThe rabbit chuckled a bit and ran hir paw between Eleanors legs softly. Running a finger against those folds before slowly moving hir way down one thigh. “I see. So you expect to be told when to use common sense? That seems a bit silly, doesn’t it?”

\tEleanor winced. She stepped out of the boots as Siv pulled them away and did her best to stay in position. Still the whole thing felt foolish. It made her feel like an inept idiot. A feeling made worse by her ‘trainer’ slowly teasing against her inexperienced and over stimulated young body.

\tUp until this point Eleanor couldn’t fathom anything she hated more than feeling like a fuck-up. For some reason feeling aroused while feeling like a fuck-up had never crossed her mind. Not until now.

\t“Shhh just relax little one. I’m sure you have had a hard time all alone, locked up. All these new ideas about sex swirling in that big brain of yours, and not even a teddy to hump when you get worked up.” Siv teased gently. Hir paw seemed to know just how to move and where to touch. Fingers teasingly pumping in just enough to make Eleanor fidget without breaking her stance.

\tIt didn’t take long for Eleanor to begin rocking and twisting her hips along with those teasing digits. She pushed her hips down only to feel the paw fall away. She stood back up only to feel a palm pushing into her aching mons and slowly kneading in.

\tIt was shameful, and all to brief. A few moments of shameful self loathing pleasure before Siv unceremoniously shoved the poor girl forward towards the tub. Laughing as she saw the poor child stumble and nearly fall flat on the cool tile floor.

\tThe bath was quick. Siv made no effort to help her and Eleanor didn’t desire to be exposed and on display for this woman any longer than she had to. It hurt a bit getting all the mats out of her bristles and coming though that thick mop o hair. Especially with the conditioner that the bunny woman insisted she use. Still compared to the monotonous torture of her lesson plans and isolation the bath all but seemed to fly by. Eleanor felt a wave of stress simply melt off her muscles, and whatever scents had been put in the bath really were not that bad.

\tIn short order Eleanor was out, toweled off and slowly working herself back into the corset and boots. As much as she hated Siv she had to admit that taking these things off once in a while might be a smart and hygienic idea. An admission that only made her feel worse. With that done she followed Siv out though the hallways and eventually out into the bright glair of the sun.

\tFresh air and sunlight after so long were a welcomed shift even for an introvert like Eleanor. She took a long moment to bask happily and let the rays soak into her fur and flesh. The cool, crisp wind that whisked its way into their little rocky shelter caught her nose and she could almost smell a few familiar flowers wafting on the tip of the breeze.

\tThe grassy little alcove where she stood seemed to be between a few of the interconnected buildings and the sheer rocky face. It was almost like some kind of enclosed back yard, though the young badger expected this was largely a way to prevent her from attempting escape. In the middle of this was a nice looking oak dinner table draped with a cloth. There was a large assortment of foods laid out on it, various cheeses and meats, fresh-looking bread and several things Eleanor didn’t recognize in the least, but they smelled interesting.

\tRuna pulled back from the table and glanced over to her pets. She sauntered over slowly, seemingly wearing the same simple outfit she had been the day Eleanor had first met the wolf woman. The simple skirt and vest, though in addition with what appeared to be thick wrappings of bandages around her wrist.

\tEven after all that had been done to her some small, tender part of Eleanor couldn’t help but worry about that. She did her best to not look, even glancing up at the sky and over to a particular patch of grass as the lithe wolf woman sauntered her way up and stood before the two. Rainbow-tinted bangs thankfully hiding that distracting prosthetic eye.

\t“Slave Eleanor?” Runa said

\t“Yes Mistress” Eleanor yelped. Part out of fear, part out of confusion and part simply from distraction as she desperately sought to avoid staring at the wrapped forearms.

\t“Is something the matter, Slave Eleanor?” Runa asked

\t“Um… Well, I… N-no Mistress. Nothings wrong.” Eleanor whimpered.

\tThere was a long awkward pause. The poor badger shut her eyes tight as she felt the ice blue orb scanning over her body a moment. Somehow the simple fear of embarrassment, the fear of being found out for staring at something that probably wasn’t her business and possibly offending this cruel beauty seemed to pull every single second like strands of Taffy. The tension grew. Eleanor could feel her chest heaving, she could feel her toes curling and the unconscious nibble on her lip threatening to break skin. Her mind started to race with all of the criticism. Everything she could be doing wrong. Maybe it was an infection, or some horrific accident. Maybe burns that forever seared off large patches of fur and left the otherwise gorgeous wolf permanently disfigured… or rather even more disfigured than the eye.

\tBefore that eternally long minute was up Eleanors chest was heaving and straining against the corset just below it and the hyperventilation started to make her feel like she would faint.

\t“Slave, Kneel. Present.”

\tShe heard the words and acted without a shred of hesitation. Eleanor collapsed to the ground and spread her knees, open palms resting on her inner thighs. Chest out, chin up. The semi-reflexive action and shift in position almost knocked the wind out of her. Almost. It was probably a wonder she didn’t simply pass right out then and there. It at least got her to stop hyperventilating. Only now she felt light headed and a bit sick. Her body wanting nothing more than to collapse in on itself.

\t“I see she’s been studying up. That’s quite impressive” Runa nodded her approval as she began to pace around the girl. She prodded Eleanor’s thighs and moist sex with her boot. Ran her fingers over the badger girls face and though her hair. She brushed her ear tip slowly a moment to watch how the dazed girl reacted.

\tWhen she was satisfied Runa nodded and slipped her finger under Eleanor’s chin as she had that first day. Slowly, carefully guiding her to her feet.

\t“Come, sit” Runa said “I desire some company with my lunch. Siv” Runa waved her hand and the bunny woman walked over to the door, standing at attention beside it. Shi was clearly there to stop Eleanor from trying to bolt.

\tAdmittedly it felt quite good seeing hir so upset.

\tAs she sat Eleanor took close note of the different foods laid out. Meats, cheeses and sliced bread all laid out nicely on a board. A large flank of some fish coated lightly in salt and with a bit of char to it. A glass of a yellowish liquid and another with layers of berries and some kind of whipped cream or something. As with the last meal she had it was extravagant to say the least. It was also very difficult for Eleanor to overcome her anxiety and reach for a very thick piece of Rye and some of the meats and cheeses.

\t“Mistress?” Eleanor took a moment and looked up from her sandwich, taking a deep and deliberate breath.

\tRuna finished a bite of the large fish portion on her plate and tilted her head a bit. “Yes pet?”

\t“Why… why did you wish me to join you?” Eleanor whimpered.

\t“Because I wished to dine with you” The wolfess replied simply. Cutting herself another large hunk from her fish.

\t“Well yes, I know. But I mean why is it you… I mean…” Eleanor sighed and slumped a bit “yes Mistress…” she muttered.

\tRuna smirked as she had a bit more of the fish and a few sips of her drink The wolf woman watched Eleanor squirm and fidget cutely. She let the moments pass slowly and quietly into long minutes as she waited for it to near critical mass.

\t“Slave Eleanor, let me ask you something. Do you enjoy your studies? Be honest now.”

\tThe poor badger had just taken a rather large bite of her sandwich, and had to struggle hard not to choke. “Wh-what?” She whined

\t“It is a simple question dear. Do you enjoy your studies?” Runa slowly took a moment to eat a bit of the simple little trifle sat to the side of her plate. Her piercing blue eye never losing contact with Eleanor. Something the little slave clearly felt all too well.

\t“No, Mistress. Not really.” It was tempting to lie. It would be easy. There was no way Runa could know either way after all… well not without some kind of brain scanning device. Which Eleanor realized only after she had answered that Runa might in fact possess. “I am sorry Mistress. I really am” she muttered “I mean I don’t want to do poorly. I don’t like to just sabotage things or do a bad job. But everything I’ve learned so far has just been really, I don’t know. Icky I guess”

\t“Not to mention the cartoons.” Runa quipped.

\t“And the cartoons” Eleanor affirmed, a small giggle actually leaving her lips.

\t“I confess my initial education included several units with the damned monkey as well. By the time I reached first grade all I wished to do was strange the thing, then find the actress who played her and strangle her as well.”

\t“I don’t know if I would go that far Mistress. I mean it’s not really her fault the Mabel character was so grating, right?”

\t“Actually it was” Runa chuckled “Only when I was your age did I find out that the actresses were My grandmother and her head pet. Mabel admitted to me she had played up the antics since she enjoyed acting so much. The director arguably has more blame though. A seven year old girl getting to show off and be goofy in a Holo recording doesn’t know better. A well paid and experienced director of educational materials and documentaries on the other hand…”

\tEleanor wasn’t quite sure how she felt about that. She looked in awe at Runa, the wolfess already going for a bit more of the baked and cheese-covered turnips that had been laid out. It felt oddly good. How casually this woman spoke to her. How simply and honestly she treated her. Not to mention the good food. It almost felt rude to question any of it. And yet.

\t“Mistress. I am sorry, but I have to ask. This all seems normal to you?”

\tThe wolfess’ face soured just a bit. She set her fork down and leaned forward slightly looking the cub right in the eye. “What do you mean, slave?”

\tIf ever there was a question Eleanor regretted asking, this was it. She leaned back in her chair and bit her lip trying desperately to somehow undo or take back the words. Seeking frantically in her mind for some kind of out as her body shook with fear. When the words finally came, she wasn’t even really thinking about them.

\t“I mean all of this. Owning people, the weapons, the violence. Treating cubs as sexual objects. Setting up some compound on some far off star system and ripping people out of their lives. All of it. I just don’t, Mistress I don’t see how any of this can feel natural to you.”

\tThe badger expected a long pause. Expected the quiet, wicked glair and the twisted growl from her owner. Expected some sort of backlash or punishment, or at least chastisement.

\tInstead Runa simply leaned forward, pushing the small centerpiece aside to look her pet in the eye. “Yes, child. I do. I see all of this as very normal, and very necessary. If anything, I see what I am doing as a mercy. One day you shall understand.”

\t“But… Mistress most of those you took. We had lives. We had family, friends. We had-”

\t“Neighbors.” Runa interrupted.

\tEleanor felt her words die in her throat as she looked on.

\t“Neighbors, like the ones who beat your parents. Like the ones who saw fit to throw you to my guards. Not even children. They were adults, somehow hoping a child would fill my simple quota and protect them.”

\t“I… well yeah” Eleanor muttered.

\t“People who you felt you knew. People who were a part of your community. Yet who were more than willing to sacrifice whomever was close at hand. Why?”

\tEleanor knew several possible answers to that. Frankly the difficulty would be in narrowing them down. That, and the even more difficult task of accepting them. Accepting what those people had done.

\tRuna had returned to her meal without any ceremony. Eleanor tried to do the same. Getting a small portion of the vegetables to try. Thankfully she didn’t need to use her drink to wash the taste down. It was actually rather good, in fact most of the food thus far was. Better still all the foods to try helped keep her mouth shut from further stupid questions.

\t“Mistress…” The little badger had gone about five minutes stuffing her face before the word finally slipped out. Once again seeming to hit the second her guard was down.

\t“Yes, little one?” Runa asked softly, her plate now almost cleaned.

\t“How… did you get hurt?” she looked at the bandages and winced, half sure that would be the final straw.

\tOnce again Runa surprised her. The wolfess chuckled and took another sip of her drink as she finally started in on the remaining dessert in earnest. “As was with our ancestors, our scars are not marks of shame. They are lessons learned and battles fought. Marks to be worn with pride. To remind us of triumphs and follies. Anyone who claims to be a leader, a mistress, must have the scars to justify such a claim. Otherwise their authority is bought cheap, and their claims ring false.”

\tRuna smiled softly “My ancestor, Isaac, said those words when the Thanedotter family finally broke off from Terra. He got sick of politicians and plutocrats telling him how to run his life. They had installed our family to keep the people of the new London colony placated.”

\t“A-and?” Eleanor asked as she leaned in. The poor girl fascinated in spite of herself.

\t“And?” Runa chuckled “You are the little scholar. Why would I spoil the best part?” She proceeded to finish her dessert and stood slowly. That toned body slowly walking over and a paw cupping her little playthings chin. “Learning to kneel is important, little one. But you have a very useful mind. It is capable of learning much more. I expect to see results.” The wolfess leaned in slowly and pressed her muzzle up against Eleanors lips. That warm, firm tongue pushed itself in and once again claiming the virginal little mouth as its own.

\tIn spite of everything Eleanor felt herself going limp as the tongue probed in slow steady circles. As it dipped and darted, and pushed her own weak pink muscle down firmly. Pinning it in place for a long moment as the dominant wolf woman slowly pulled herself away and gazed down at her pet.

\tShe walked off without another word to the dazed badger. Giving little more than a small waved gesture to Siv. The bunny quickly moved up to the table and sat down across from Eleanor.

\tShi started to load up hir own plate, and once again the fox girl from before came by quickly… or rather two of them. One carrying a picture to refill the drinks and the other setting out a new dessert.

\tEleanor barely had time to process the matched set of slaves as she struggled not to slip further under the table. All she could do was look from one to the other while fumbling to right herself and not simply knock her own chair into the dirt in the process.

\tSiv said nothing, simply starting in on her meal. Eleanor had mostly finished by this point and doubted she could possibly continue. The two sat in awkward silence the whole time, and Eleanor just hoped and prayed Siv was a light eater.

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\tEleanor was finding it very hard to sit still after her day thus far. She had tried going back to the history lesson. Hell it was actually starting to get good based on what little she recalled. But for some reason she could not focus.

\tNor, sadly, could she sleep. That one seemed a bit more obvious. A tummy full of good food right after a nap. Even if her confined and shut-off lifestyle should be producing symptoms reminiscent of ‘cabin fever’ after all of her time alone, Eleanor had not found herself particularly tired out during her stay. Especially not now.

\tShe lay there, tossing, turning. Trying to get on her side and bunch up the blankets. Trying to shift position in a way that might tire her out or get the restless, uneasy tension out of her head. After a while of half-consciously shifting and twisting around Eleanor found herself face down, ass up, arms held before her and knees threatening to slip off the edge of the bed.

\tIt was, naturally, just one of those things. Her restless body shifting itself without thought in a quest to settle and maybe feel a bit less anxious. Hell Eleanor had not had her anti-anxiety shot once since she got here. For all she knew the stuff was wearing off.

\tAll the same as she took this position. Her muzzle buried into the mattress, her plump bare rump on display to nobody in particular and her thighs pushed firmly into the corner of the bed, she had to admit there was some odd spark of arousal there.

\tParting her legs a bit Eleanor took a few moments to slowly push her fingers up against her warm folds. She tried to copy the seemingly simple movements of Siv from earlier in the day. Tried to move her fingers, her palm, in those same firm yet gentle teasing strokes. Tried like crazy to recapture the small slivers of growing arousal she could recall so clearly at the hand of that cruel self serving bitch of a bunny.

\tSomething about the position helped make it feel right, almost natural. Each breath she took Eleanor could feel her body tingle a bit from shame. Like some small concession of defeat that sent a spark of forbidden pleasure though the base of her tailbone and up her body, causing that plump little butt to clench hard.

\tSadly the part of her body she wished most to feel that pleasure was letting the rest down. Her simple meager fumbling more like someone poking her with cocktail franks than any sort of real pleasure.

\tAfter a few minute of trying this to no avail Eleanor slowly let herself slump down and went to the pad. She looked around, not that anyone was going to be watching her, and then started to adjust the display matrix. Turning it up to make the images projected closer to life-size. Based on her old teaching Pad this would play hell on the resolution. But at this point she really did not care.

\tOnce again Eleanor slipped herself down into the same presentation position. This time trying to get it a bit closer to the ‘standard’, and with the bottom of her muzzle pushed hard against the floor. She turned it up a bit to see the screen and with her thumb opened up the encyclopedia function. There was of course always an encyclopedia function. There were probably dozens, hundreds, maybe even thousands of prime examples she could use at this moment. Many that might suit her more or be more dignified choices. But at the moment the increasingly aroused tween was already feeling more than a bit ashamed of herself.

\tShe already knew what she needed to do, even if it really wasn’t what she wanted. It didn’t need to be much. More than a naked body, perhaps. Not much more. But she needed something she had not really gotten much of since she got here. Something that was still mostly new to her even before her arrival. Thankfully that was one thing she was sure must be buried somewhere in this Pad.

\tIt took little effort to do the proper search. Eleanor clicked the link, and with the practiced grace of someone who had likely spent half her life diving various interactive encyclopedias, hit the example link under the word ‘Masochist’

\tThe image shot up, larger and far more colorful than she expected. A beautiful red panda girl likely pushing twenty was shown. Her chest heavily pierced, as was her nose. She had a few small tattoos and a very clear branding on her thigh. One hand was on her left breast, slowly kneading and massaging it as her right dipped down between her legs. “I am a bad little bitch” The girl said. Her voice shaky, innocent, trembling with shame and pent up excitement.

\tEleanor hated to admit it, but she could relate.

\t“A dirty, stupid, ugly little sex doll. I’m not skinny enough to be pretty. I’m not smart enough to be useful. I’m not good at making any decisions on my own.”

\tThe words were not too far off from things Eleanor had said in the mirror countless times. Though unlike the red panda girl showing herself off, Eleanor had never really done so in a sexual context before.

\tThe young girl watched from her place on the ground as that warm, wet, swollen sex slowly rode the girls fingers. She watched how the example recording hooked her fingers in, seeming to dig them in. No tenderness, no teasing. The look on the pandas face one of confused contempt and near-shocking lust.

\t“I don’t deserve to be loved, to be wanted. I don’t deserve to be used and hit. I don’t deserve any attention at all” The stilted, almost scripted words were moaned with a slight degree of genuine passion behind them. The exemplar on display tugged and yanked, twisted at the thick ring in her nipple.

\tEleanor half-thought about it as she watched those luscious, lovely C cups. So much bigger and prettier than her own budding chest. She looked on and licked her lips slowly gripping her own near absent mound of flesh and digging her fingers in hard. It hurt. Hurt badly. The dazed badger too focused on the display before her to realize how badly it would actually sting.

\tYet she didn’t stop.

\t“I want to be a good girl. Please. I’ll do anything you want. I’ll lick your toilet seat every night. I’ll sleep in the yard so you don’t have to see me. Y-you can hit me any time you want. I… I think I’d like that…” The red panda moaned hard as she slowly crushed her erect nipple between two digits and started to dig her hips in harder. Even with the bad, clearly formulated dialogue there was a note of conviction to it that seemed to add such weight to the bad words.

\tEleanor shut her eyes a moment and let those images, those ideas sink into her head a bit. The idea of Runa, of Mistress, deepening that kiss, pushing the pudgy little badger down to her knees. Of gripping her hair, looking her over.

\tOf thinking she was ugly. Slapping her. Hitting her. Eleanor dug her fingers in as deeply as she could. Her still-virgin folds quaking as she sought to simply pinch and claw at what flesh she could. It drove her to a tiny convulsion and nearly knocked her off balance in the process. Yet the needy little mustelid didn’t slow the abuse. Even with tears in her eyes… Even with the image of Runa, or that bitch Siv pushing a high heeled boot down right on her little face.

\t“I-its ok. I know you hate me. I know you don’t like me. I want that”

\tEleanor blinked and opened her eye as she saw the girl in the example nearing orgasm. She quickly tried to match the growing pace of the clearly grown and experienced girl. Her ears perking up. Drinking in the words that part of her still tried to resolve she would never say. Drinking in the conviction that bled in though the obvious script. Of a girl who hated herself, who despised herself. Who wanted to be hated, needed to be beaten. Needed to be put in her place.

\tAs if to affirm that small moment of self loathing, Eleanors body collapsed. She lay there on her own paw. Panting, sweaty, shaking. Watching the beautiful slave that had recorded this as she arched though the height of an orgasm.

\tAll the while Eleanor. Clumsy weak, silly little Eleanor, shivered and waggled her hips ineffectually. Grinding on those same stubby useless fingers. Somehow she hadn’t fully expected to cum from this. Hadn’t really expected this to push her over the edge.

\tAs she lay there all these thoughts started to bounce around in her overactive mind. Her mind struggling to rationalize. She was only looking for shlick material. It was just this once. It was the environment, or the isolation. Fear, confusion, anger, all bouncing around in her head. All trying to fit into place as her overactive mind struggled to settle. Bouncing around like pingpong balls.

\tYet even as she struggled, even as she strained. That paw started to move again. The awkward little digits once again fumbling around. Failing to give more than a passing bit of pleasure. They fumbled, they rubbed, and then they dug in. sharp little claws pinching and scratching enough to send a jolt of pain though her.

\tEleanor groaned and flattened harder on the floor. She folded her ears back and sighed with tears streaming down her eyes. “S-stupid little c-. Stupid… Dumb… stupid ugly little Cu…little C word…”

\tThe next few moments, or minutes, or Gods knew how long really, Eleanor just kept at herself. No romance, no attempts to pleasure or reward. Every shred of anxiety she had built up. All the physical pain and mental strain. The struggles to figure out a way to escape and fear of her parents and the thousand other things that went though her head at a mile a minute all blurred into a hot mess of verbal abuse and rough self hating masturbation. The little tween hate-fucked herself until her arm was nearly numb before finally rolling over. The hot tears streamed down her face as she sprawled spread eagle on the floor looking up at the simple metal tiles of her ceiling.

\t“Mom… dad…” Eleanor sobbed, clenching her still soaked hand into a fist “What’s wrong with me?”

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