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Warning, beginning is gonna be a bit rough.", "writing": "Collared Chapter 17: Distraction\nBy TerraMGP\n\n\tThe world was hell. It was pain. Every fiber of the poor mole’s being was wrapped in dread. She didn’t know how long she’d been there like that. Her legs pulled apart by a spreader bar. Her arms tied up above her head and spread out to the point where they were slowly pulling out of their sockets. A rope around her neck, tied in such a way to keep her struggling on tiptoes for every gasp of air. She couldn’t look down to the side. She couldn’t cry out beyond choked guttural groans.\n\n\tAll Gretchen could do was stand there. Her whole body shook from pain. Bruises and breaks from dozens of lashes throbbed and sang in the cold stale air of this forgotten place. Even if she could scream, nobody could save her. Nobody would save her. She simply wasn’t worth it.\n\n\t“Pathetic.” The lilting sing-song voice ran up Gretchen’s spine. She felt the twisted caress of a bullwhip a split second later. Woven leather pushed against the base of her tail and ran up along her spine. It seemed to dig in to every welt and nick along the way. Mistress Hui’s familiar scent wafting in to the few precious breaths Gretchen could draw while her body struggled involuntarily to escape the agony of the whip’s pressure.\n\n\t“I don’t know.” Master Justin’s voice now. Cool, confident, cruel. “I think it almost looks cuter with the marks. All your handiwork my love, naturally.”\n\n\tGretchen choked on a sob and pulled herself forwards. Her body ached. Ached from pain but also from need. A need she knew she should be more ashamed of. Justin’s paw pushed on her shoulder blades and once again she began to choke and sputter. Her body strained as he wracked it with pain using such minimal effort.\n\n\t“This portly little piece of rape meat really thought we loved her? She thought anyone could love her?” He scoffed\n\n\tHui giggled and moaned. Once again she seemed to delight in cucking the mole by making each kiss she gave her Master nice and loud “Maybe she assumed we’d just throw her in the trunk of your car and sell her off to a brothel, Master. Or I suppose some hobos. Not that I imagine many of them would even use this trash to clean their dicks off.”\n\n\t“Oh love, and why’s that? Just because she’s this ugly? Because you’re dumpy? Because your tits are too small for that flabby body of yours? Because you eat cunt and suck dick like a wish dot com sex toy? Because nobody wants some simpering little brat around demanding their precious time to give her attention? Because her cunt drips a mess on everything we own?” Firm fingers grabbed hold of her pussy. One slipped between those labia and teased. Not gently, not anything for her pleasure. A sloppy mockery of stimulation. One with too much claw and too much awkward rubbing. More mashing against her than seeking to ‘please’. “Do you know” Justin whispered softly “How much work I’d have to put in just to sell you on a street corner? It’d be like pimping Liz Lemon. Except her actress was at least hot. You’ve got nothing going for you, you dumb spoiled little pervert.”\n\n\tJustin pushed his hips against her and for a moment Gretchen could feel the tip of her Master’s cock. She felt it rubbing dry against her asshole. Tears streamed down her cheeks. Bawling. Gasping. She couldn’t breath. Not until he moved away. Yet she tried to wiggle her fat little ass. Tried like hell to get the thing to slip in. The aching mole bawled and blubbered while she choked all the while focusing not on her own safety but on pleasing the god of a man abusing her.\n\n\t“Now come on, Master. That’s just cruel” Hui’s laugh rolled like the giggle of an evil fairy princess. She stepped in front of Gretchen and cupped her muzzle with both hands. A pair of tight latex gloves caressing either cheek. “Sure she’s homely, and useless. She’s good at almost nothing. There’s ‘almost’ no reason to keep this ‘thing’ around. But there is one thing you can say about her.” Hui leaned in. The wah girl’s lips nearly touching Gretchen’s. Amber eyes locked on the reddish brown pools of tears as the mole tried to blink her sight clear.\n\n\t“At least she’s cute when she’s sad.” A kiss. Hui’s kiss. Gretchen had to push herself forwards to accept it. She had to once again choke herself until her head was fuzzy just to get it. But it was worth it. It was a price she’d gladly pay. It was kindness far more than she ever deserved.\n\n\t“So.” Justin’s voice turned stone solemn “You think it’s worth it to keep this one around, love?”\n\n\t“For now.” Hui shrugged “Until something better comes along. But if we’re going to keep it. I think we need to make sure people know not to toss this trash in the dumpster where it belongs. Not yet.”\n\n\tHui pranced herself off just out of Gretchen’s vision. When she came back she held something. A long metal rod topped with one of those Celtic runes Master Justin would sometimes talk about. In her other hand, Hui held a small blow torch. The kind often used for cooking. She lit it up, and began to roll the flame along the iron. All the while simply letting it sink in what was going to happen next.\n\n--------------------\n\n\t“Ok, time to get up.”\n\n\tThe words were utterly unexpected. Even more unexpected was the sensation of being dragged up and sat upright. Gretchen felt a small note of motion sickness running though her gut.\n\n\tMaster was looking down at her. The raw sadism she‘d seen moments ago replaced with a face full of genuine concern. Likewise the vague stale ‘dungeon‘ from a moment ago was replaced with the living room. The familiar music from that dumb British baking show catching her ears on the wrong note and making her feel as if she‘d heard it a thousand times in a row and yet still continued to process it.\n\n\t“Was I asleep?” Gretchen ran her digger claws over her nose and then rubbed a knuckle into her eye to wipe away the crust. She pawed around for her glasses, eventually plucking them out of the couch cushion and fumbling them on to her face.\n\n\t“You could say that.” Justin nodded “You could also say that Ozzy and Willa would never have let you live it down if they had walked in on you instead of me.”\n\n\tThat absolutely wasn‘t what she wanted to hear. Gretchen turned herself away and whimpered loudly. She shoved Justin‘s paw away, then looked up at him and started to whimper. The blushing girl quickly slipped down off the couch into her best slave position and looked up at him, biting hard on her lower lip. “Forgive me, Sir. This one didn‘t realize it was being so lewd in its sleep.”\n\n\tJustin‘s sigh hit her like a hammer. He reached down and tugged her up, back on to the couch by her armpits. “Cute. Very cute, actually. But we‘re still not doing that right now. Remember?”\n\n\t“Still?” Gretchen‘s voice cracked. She quickly scrambled back a bit and crossed her arms, puffing a pout up at the boy and glaring at him from over his glasses. “It‘s already been over a week. How much time do you need?”\n\n\t“We talked about this at least a dozen times. And really I don‘t have time to do it again right now.” Justin snapped\n\n\t“Yeah? Well I want to do it again, Sir. If I‘m not an obedient fuckpuppet then I guess I can go ahead and voice my concerns. Right?”\n\n\t“What concerns?” Justin‘s tone rose to match hers. “Honestly, Gretchen, I just do not know what it is you want from me right now.”\n\n\t“I donno. Drag me down to the basement and fuck me crosseyed. Whip me. Rape me. Breed me. Make me your little cock sleeve. Make me lick the toilet seat and record it. Send it to my parents while I get off on how you’re wrecking my life. Do ‘something’!”\n\n\tGretchen collapsed back on to the couch, or rather managed to knock into the edge of it before falling flat on her butt. She gazed own at the hard wood floor. Her rage spent for the time being and her body suddenly devoid of any fire. “Never mind.” She grumbled\n\n\tAnnoying as it was Justin still persisted on putting a paw to her head. She winced as he pet the massed bramble of soft brown headfur she sported. “Look, do you need to talk about this? I’m serious. I can all off if you’re in that bad of a place.”\n\n\t“I’m not.” She snapped “I’m just tired.”\n\n\t“You sure?” Justin blinked. His follow up question cut off by a single clawed digit held up in the air\n\n\t“I just need a nap.” The mole girl punctuated this by slithering back up into the couch and slipping herself down into her usual divot. Her head turned away so that Justin couldn’t’ see her tears.\n\n\t“Fine.” The boy muttered the words even as she heard him rummage around in his pocket and pull out his phone “But Ozzy is here if you need anything. I’ll be back before too long. Just text me if you need anything he can’t help with, ok? And look, I promise this is all for the best. I want to get to know you, Gretchen. Not just as a sub. If I‘m going to share my life with you and Hui both I want to make sure we‘re all happy. There‘s no sense in burning yourself out. We have plenty of time to be as kinky as we want.”\n\n\tKindness was repaid with a wave of the paw. At some point she heard her Sir pull himself away and head out to his adulating.\n\n\t“Plenty of time.” Gretchen finally scoffed. “yeah right, Like I was gonna be around that long”\n\n--------------------\n\n\tJust a little walk. It was a place to start, right? For Gretchen it was an honest question. Less rhetorical than she’d like.\n\n\tFinding a ‘hobby’ was not something she expected anyone to push on her. She had a hobby. Porn. It was just hard to focus on when both of her owners were going though some kind of phase. \n\n\tGoing for a walk seemed like the obvious solution. It was what everyone had always told her to do. So she’d sat down and written out a list of places she could try. Nature stuff was out of the question. She wasn’t going in the woods again if she could help it. Parks seemed like they might be a nice compromise until she actually sat down and looked in to Bronson Park. Police reports showing up anywhere on the first few pages of Google ruled that right out. Her own neighborhood seemed scary and like a place where she’d get lost. Other neighborhoods… well that was just asking to get lost while also making it take longer for someone to find her and pick her up. As for the mall? Well, that was more a date place. She was the sub, she wasn’t supposed to be the one asking her owners out on dates. Even with this stupid ‘hiatus’ thing in place.\n\n\tThat just left the campus. WMU’s campus should be relatively safe. Not that any of this made any sense. Yes, there was some logic in the form of neurochemistry. But the idea of just walking instead of going around on a stair stepper or something and then magically feeling better was just insane to her. Clearly it was something she could just fix with medication or something, right? But she had promised to try something. Might as well make sure people couldn’t whine at her about this taking a walk crap.\n\n\tShe’d start in the campus mall. It was gaudy, full of places to bleed money from students and little spots to ‘hang out’ for all the fucked up college kids who sought social interaction. Not to mention the school propaganda in the form of the mascot and logo being plastered all over. \n\n\tThe Broncos. Was that prejudice? It was talking about the animals, sure. But Equine individuals had historically gotten the tail end of a lot of prejudice in the past. First Nation people also got a lot of that and then had sports teams named after them. Notre Dame’s team seemed like it should be super offensive. Master Justin hadn’t ever mentioned it offending him. Then again nobody in the house gave a shit about sports as far as she knew. If someone had come up with something like the ‘Rabid Rabbi’s’ or something god only knew she’d be pretty damn offended. It was all stupid anyways. Young, poor kids getting tricked into getting CTE for the sake of rich people. Most of them would never go pro. It was just another example of how broken everything was. Another reason to hide herself away. Another reason why she wanted to run away already. Why she wanted to hide her face behind the book she clutched to her chest and haul herself back to the bus stop as fast as her backpack-laden, stupidly stubby legs could carry her.\n\n\t“Gretch!”\n\n\tThe voice was familiar. It was chipper and friendly in a way that made the milk from Gretchen’s breakfast cereal curdle in her stomach. It was also too close. Ambushing her before she could even properly react. The familiar and formerly forgotten feline face popped up into her field of view. Blonde locks waving around this way and that before the young woman’s face.\n\n\t“Hi Janet.” The mole muttered. She looked away quickly. If she had more courage she’d run. Or scream. Or something. As it stood she hoped against hope her tone would drive the girl off on its own. \n\n\tIt didn’t. Why would it? Gretchen’s former roommate simply smirked wider and looked her over. “You look… about the same.” The tabby nodded “I haven’t seen you since you transferred rooms. We didn’t even get a chance to talk.”\n\n\t“I didn’t transfer rooms. I moved” The mole girl corrected\n\n\tJanet blinked and narrowed her eyes a bit “Moved? Like, move moved? But you barely moved in to our dorm? Plus wouldn’t that be more expensive than just staying on campus?” Personal space seemed to be a mere vague suggestion for the feline. Or perhaps her concept of it was different than the two meter bubble Gretchen considered the bare minimum. In either case she invaded that space boldly and offered a nice big smile.\n\n\t“Not really that much.” Gretchen lied. Was it a lie? She hadn’t done the math. Honestly she was always horrible with finances. Her parents always handled that. Or hired people to handle that. It didn’t matter all that much. “Look, I gotta get some things still”\n\n\t“Oh? Running some errands after class, huh? Mind if I got with ya? I’m curious what you’ve been up to roomie.” Janet still grinning ear to ear as she bounced from one jogging shoe to the other. “Plus there’s this guy I’ve been seeing. He’s a linebacker on the team. A couple of his friends are cute” The bubbly girl just did not get it. Her sing-song voice lilting as if it would be alluring at all to Gretchen. Sure, the little mole would eagerly take a train of cocks violating her every hole against her will at once. But if she was going to be taking a litany of sweaty dicks it would only be on the leash of one of her owners, and preferably some cute unwashed nerds in the back of a game shop.\n\n\t“I already told you I am dating someone.” Was about all Gretchen could muster\n\n\tJanet snorted dismissively “Oh, right, the LDR with some girl. Come on Roomie. I mean I know we don’t technically share the same dorm anymore but I’m sure-”\n\n\t“I moved in with my Master, ok!?” The words rang though the Bronco’s Mall much further and more aggressively than the poor girl wanted. A blush flooding over her cheeks as she realized what was now spilling freely out of her muzzle. “I am a sex slave to a couple. Yes, it includes the ‘long distance girl’ you don’t seem to like. Yes, it includes my Master. He even does Dom stuff professionally. That’s what this thing around my neck is about. I’d fuck anyone and anything they want but I’m not gonna touch some dumb jock without protest. I hate them. I hate it here. I hate people. What part of that don’t you get?”\n\n\tJanet stood there with her mouth agape. Only the tip of her tail moved while the rest of her stood stone still. That tip moving frantically from a primal shiver of confused danger. “I… Uh, I just…”\n\n\t“I’m not here because I want to make friends, ok?” Gretchen continued. Her verbal freight train had apparently lost all breaks and she was no longer in control. “I don’t even want to be here now. My parents want me to get some kind of degree and be a good little academic like them. My owners want me to find some stupid fucking ‘hobby’. I. Don’t. Like. People. Alright? I don’t. Don’t take it personally. People just suck! You all suck!”\n\n\tBefore Janet could respond Gretchen was already storming her way out towards the bus stop. She should have known this was going to be a mistake.\n\n--------------------\n\n\t“Holy shit she does do more than yell at me.”\n\n\tGretchen turned her face up from the TV and gazed at the grinning goat tucked up against the large frame between the living room and what could only be called the ‘entryway’. It was some architecture thing her father probably knew all about. \n\n\tThere were a few open textbooks scattered around the couch. Gretchen’s mother had insisted on getting physical books to avoid distraction. She’d even come in to the book shop with her in order to ensure she got them. Even paid for them herself. Theoretically it was quite the kind gesture. Text books of any sort were stupidly expensive. But this was her mother. Things didn’t work like that.\n\n\t“Yo, Earth to Gretch.” Ozzy snapped a finger in the air a few times. Her eyes darted up to it and narrowed\n\n\t“I’m here.” She muttered. A statement that sounded stupid even as it left her muzzle “Look, if you want to play something on the TV you can just tell me. It’s not like any of us have a monopoly on the living room.” In theory she was playing pokemon. The newest one. Something she’d gotten in spite of herself since Master and Mistress kept telling her to try things out. X and Y didn’t feel like they’d been that long ago, but god damn if the game felt oddly similar for having gone though so many generations since.\n\n\tOnce again her distracted thoughts left her blind to Ozzy as he made his way over and sat at the other end of the couch from her, careful to make sure her open text books were out of the way. “Come on now, That’s no fair. Justin and I take this shit up all the time. You deserve a turn. God I don’t think I’ve played a Pokemon game forever, either. That’s Nidorina, right?”\n\n\t“Nido, yeah.” A soft blush hit the mole’s cheeks. There was no way the comment was anything more than innocent. Some boore like Ozzy wasn’t the type to know about Vtubers. Especially not the lovely and wonderful Nidonido. He just sat there, skateboard between his legs. Watching her screen. Paying attention to what she was doing. It felt uncomfortable. Not like when she’d watch Master play games. When she did it the whole thing almost felt like having her own personal Vtuber in the room. Even when Ozzy was there gaming with him. It was a comfortable detachment. Not, whatever this was.\n\n\tOzzy was quiet for several long seconds. It was hard to tell if he was mocking her with false interest or if he had something else in mind. He just kept spinning that skateboard wheel with his thumb and watching as she wandered around picking fights with weaker ‘mon in order to give her favorite more levels. All the while her eyes slipping back now and then to a text book. Things in school had to get harder. She knew that much. They had to be softballing things early on. But it was just so hard to pay attention to things she already knew. She needed the distraction.\n\n\tWithout warning he leaned down and grabbed something leaned against the base of the couch. At first Gretchen thought he was going for her legs and curled herself tighter into a ball on the couch. Then up came his paw with a bag of Sunchips. A bag she’d apparently forgotten she dragged out from the kitchen. The goat smirked at her and nommed a paw full before setting it down by her and leaning back. “So I kinda wanted to ask you something.” He shrugged. The chips not quite vanished down his throat “Why’d you say you don’t like music before?”\n\n\t“Why’d I what?” Gretchen eyed him suspiciously. The controller felt like it’d break in her claws.\n\n\t“When you moved in. I remember it wasn’t too long after I tried talking with you about music. ‘Cept it turns out you were at music camp with Justin’s girl… his other girl I mean. And then there was that song you played out at the dunes.”\n\n\t“What about it?” the mole huffed”\n\n\tOzzy dug his paw in for a few more chips and gazed up at the ceiling “Nothing I guess. Just that shit takes some skill. That’s not ‘smoke on the water after a few days’ level playing. Singing was pretty, too.”\n\n\tFlustered blushing grew worse on her cheeks. She shook her head a moment and whined, pulling herself in more. If she could somehow turtle up entirely she would. Somehow somewhere she half wished some hedgehog was stuck way back in her ancestry so she could curl into a ball and poke away the one assaulting her with such questions.\n\n\t“I Don’t hate music. I just didn’t want to do things with you.” It was a flat, Wednesday Adams response. Matter of fact with only a small hint of bitterness. She glanced sidelong at the boy expecting him to get up and leave. Instead he just shrugged. He seemed almost unphased by the response.\n\n\t“Well at least that means you don’t hate the Blizzard, I guess.” Ozzy chuckled finally “As you can tell Mom was a big Sabbath fan. Post-Sabbath Ozzy too. That song with Lita Ford got played a lot when we got stuck in traffic.”\n\n\tThe controller dropped into Gretchen’s lap and she turned to stare at the one invading her space. Her eyes pierced at him over the rim of her glasses. She could feel her neck fur stand on end. Every weak, near atrophied muscle in her body clenched up hard in something she imagined would be an actual ‘fight’ response rather than flight.\n\n\t“Does nothing phase you?” She finally chirped out\n\n\t“What can I say, I’m a Cali boi, bruh!” The normally thin accent the goat held suddenly twisted into a 90s-ish parody. He chuckled and shook his head holding up the bag of chips towards her. Much to her chagrin Gretchen darted a paw in and took some, stuffing them into her face and chewing angrily. \n\n\tOzzy smiled and looked back at the TV. “Look, you want me to fuck off, I will. Probably will soon anyways. I was going out to skate. But let’s be real here. You’re not pissed off at me. Not really.”\n\n\t“What makes you think that?” Gretchen huffed\n\n\tThe boy simply shrugged and pulled his lanky legs up on to the couch as well. “I unno. But you’re not. I can tell. I donno what the problem is. But I just get the feeling it’s one that’d suck facing it alone. And since you don’t seem the type to take a few hits and chill.” The lack of reaction caused Ozzy to roll his eyes “I mean take a joint and relax. That’s not your bag, so I figured I’d try a few other approches.”\n\n\tWhy the fuck did he have to be so friendly? Did he think he’d get a blowie if he was nice to her? Not that anyone would want an ugly thing like her touching them. Her owners were only into her because she was something they could keep as a sex toy. Even if they claimed differently. But if he wanted sex for some reason he could just ask Justin. Even normies should know that just from porn. The inability to figure out his deal only grew more agitating the more she thought about it. She could imagine splinters, little crystalline fragments growing in her brain the more she tried to figure out this incomprehensible boy and just what he was after.\n\n\tEventually Ozzy hopped up and slung his board over his shoulder. He offered her a bit of a smile and a playful little salute. “Like I said, I’m not gonna pry or intrude. You do you. But if you ever wanna hang with someone or try out some LARP it’s a standing offer.”\n\n\t“The Mountain Goats” He was almost out the door when Gretchen yelped the words. She slumped back a bit when his eyes hit her again. Embarrassed she’d even said anything “I like the Mountain goats. And Cake. Elliot Smith too. Master showed me some Avantasia I like and Mistress wants me to get more into Nightwish. But I guess… that’s what I listen to. Mostly.”\n\n\tThe boy grinned a bit, then made his way out. Once again leaving Gretchen in peace. That was, after all, what she wanted.\n\n--------------------\n\n\tThere was a power leaving someone on ‘read’. It was petty, it was childish, it was honestly pointless. Then again those were all things Gretchen’s mother made her feel anyways. She could imagine the reasons for the call and subsequent texts. It wasn’t frantic enough to be an emergency. Which meant it was probably something to do with the Glick kid down the street and her mom trying to set them up again. Or maybe even some demand for Gretchen to come home over a weekend.\n\n\tThe excuse would always be the same. Gretchen was busy. She was going after two majors. Who cared that both of them had a huge overlap? What did it matter if they were classes tied in to the one thing she obsessed over other than porn and being someone’s slave? Academics like the Bergfelds would never dare interrupt their daughter’s education. That was why she’d gotten away with ending the whole dorm situation and getting set up here. That was why she could probably milk money out of them if she really tried. A very fun hypothetical offset by the fact that she really didn’t ‘need’ anything.\n\n\tThen again, she probably did. Gretchen returned from her idle daydreams and gazed back at the screen with a hand of unfamiliar trading cards shown on them. All of her stuff was too expensive. She needed another land. But once again she lacked one. So she ended the turn once more and watched the silly little animations as her Mistress once again beat the snot out of her.\n\n\t“Mana troubles again?” As always the squeaky angel that was Hui Sang offered up the most kind and optimistic read of the situation.\n\n\tGretchen winced and rubbed her digger claws over her paw. It was ok this time, she thought, since nobody was there to see. The first thing Gretchen had done with her laptop was look up how to disable the camera in it and she wasn’t confident enough to re-enable it right now. Instead she’d just gotten a webcam for her Mistress to see her. One that was going quite unused during this infuriating little hiatus.\n\n\t“I’m still not quite sure this is the game for me, Mistress.” Gretchen’s tone flat. She’d held off on saying it for a dozen rounds now. It was time with Mistress, if nothing else. That much was precious. Unfortunately she spent it looking at cards she didn’t understand from a lore she suspected nobody understood and trying to keep the precious little bundle of orange furred light entertained.\n\n\tHui‘s sigh was loud enough to pop the mic “We talked about the ‘Mistress’ thing. Justin is right. If we want to stay together long term then we have to make sure we have a deeper connection with you than just the sex. It’s just as good for you and us as it is for me and him.”\n\n\t“Yeah well maybe I don’t ‘have’ anything deeper to connect with.” The words snapped out. Gretchen caught herself, but she wasn’t sure how to correct the slight. It took a few deep breaths to calm down. She flicked at the little magnetic ball desk toy she’d gotten from who knew where ages ago. Anything to keep her paws busy and her mind occupied. To avoid dwelling on things further.\n\n\t“Are you finding it hard to do your hobbies?” Hui whimpered “I know he’s busy but if Ma-, if Justin knew I’m sure he could schedule something.”\n\n\t“I don’t ‘have’ hobbies.” Gretchen snapped “All I do is study, watch the same few Youtube vids and fuck myself up to porn like a good little goonette. I was just waiting for the day when an owner would turn me into a perpetually degraded sex doll in a wide awake nightmare. Now I have two owners and they’re both telling me we have to ‘get to know each other’! Nobody stops to think that maybe I don’t have anything more to get to know!”\n\n\tStunned silence. Gretchen could feel her gut clench. She’d fucked up again. She just knew it. She always fucked everything up. A paw ran though her frizzy headfur and she leaned down with elbows on the desk propping her forehead in her paw. “Look, I’m sorry. I don’t know how to say sorry correctly because I want to prostrate myself before my Goddess and plead for her forgiveness. But I can’t do that, so I’mma just say sorry.” Tears caught in her throat. Much to her own shock Gretchen realized she was about to cry. Realized she was trying very hard not to in spite of herself. “I’m trying. I swear to god I am trying. All I’ve done this week is try out whatever was shoved in front of me or whatever fucking internet forums suggested. Going for a walk? Two out of ten. Would not recommend.”\n\n\tThere was another long pause. Gretchen had to make sure she hadn’t hung up on Hui. Then she had to make sure Hui hadn’t blocked her. It would make sense. She honestly deserved it. The very idea though filled her with terror.\n\n\t“Justin and I do Raceplay.” Hui finally said. Her words calm and flat as could be.\n\n\t“I… uh… ok?” Gretchen blinked\n\n\t“It’s my thing a lot more than his. Racial slurs, stereotypes, talk of conquest. We didn’t tell you yet because it’s a type of edge play we both know can freak people out. Honestly I’d be willing to stop it if you were freaked by it.”\n\n\t“Mistress, you know I’d be down for far worse.” Vanilla hiatus be damned at this point, Gretchen needed to say the word. “Honestly I wouldn’t mind him trying that on me some time. It‘s not like we haven‘t already agreed on worse. You know I’m likely the most fucked up of the three of us.”\n\n\tThe agitation in Hui‘s voice had grown a bit. “Being willing to go along with anything and being interested in everything are two different things. Plus that’s not the point. I bring it up because, well, you know Justin isn’t a racist. Right? I think you have known him long enough to see that.”\n\n\t“Yeah, I get that.” Gretchen nodded “I mean if he is he hides it damn well. All the borderline gay bromance shit he and Ozzy get up to, I kinda thing it’d be hard for some stars and bars asshole to do that with someone who’s ancestors the confederates fought to keep as property.”\n\n\t“But that’s my point. It’s a thing we do. It’s a fun tool in the box. But it’s not reality. Gretchen, I don’t want to just keep you locked in a trunk all the time, to be taken out and used for sex until you cry. I don’t want to see your mind actually literally break. I don’t ‘just’ want a sex slave. I want another partner, too.”\n\n\tThis all felt rich coming from Mistress. It was a thought Gretchen hated herself for having. But one she had all the same. No, she hadn’t known her new partners for that long. Assuming that’s what they were going to try and call it. But from the moment they met Hui seemed like she defined herself by her subservience to Justin. The otter may have the ability to detach the station of slave and the person, but deep down Gretchen had to ask herself if this was just the ‘right thing to say’ instead of the truth.\n\n\t“I get it.” Gretchen muttered\n\n\t“Do you?” Hui’s voice squeaking up to a peak. “I know you say you do. But then you should know why this is so important. I don’t know what to say to make this make any sense. I want to say that we want to share in your likes too. But that doesn’t feel like it gets things across right.”\n\n\t“Because I don’t have likes.” Gretchen’s tone grew colder. “and we both know that already. I’m just a rape dolly. A disposable little sex toy. If following you two around while this ‘thing’ plays out is what you both want then that’s just what I’ll do. Just don’t be shocked when I’m as hollow inside as I keep telling you I am.”\n\n\tThe movements on the other end of the Discord line were painfully clear. Gretchen could picture Hui, sitting there in long striped socks and one of Justin’s shirts, curling her legs up to her chest and sulking. A good slave would have lied. A good slave would just do everything she was told with a smile on her face and been whatever its owners needed. Gretchen, on the other hand, was a fuckup. Even as a hollow little fuck puppet.\n\n\tHui finally sighed. “I really need to sleep. I have Mz. Peterson’s class tomorrow. And you have some classes too, right?”\n\n\tGretchen nodded. Eventually she recalled that there was no way Hui could se her right now and so offered a tiny “yah”\n\n\t“Look, I love you. I just wish I knew what to say right now.”\n\n\t“This one loves you too, Mistress.” It drew the softest laugh from Hui, which made Gretchen smile that much wider.\n\n\t“If you really don’t want to try for anything then that’s fine, I get it. But just… give what I said some thought, ok?”\n\n\tAnother half hour went by. One where Gretchen was only barely aware of the conversation. Lots of ‘I love yous’ and sweet words. Attempts to hang up thwarted by the tension and anxiety between the two girls. It was Hui who finally closed the chat after hearing her mother. Leaving Gretchen alone. Tired, confused and aching.\n\n--------------------\n\n\tA loud thwump filled the upstairs hallway. Reverberations snapped though the whole house before being drown out by a primal grumble of seething, impotent rage.\n\n\t“Organic Chemistry can eat my entire ass!” Gretchen shrieked. She kicked at the air, somehow missed and nearly toppled over on to the hardwood floor. Only a quick grab at the door frame saved her, and only then did the mole pause to notice the box on her bed.\n\n\tIt wasn’t a big box. It was also wrapped. A clumsy smattering of cheap old generic wrapping paper that looked like it was out of the 90s taped over the box at awkward angles. She could just imagine the long, drawn out rant her mother would have gone on. The utter contempt at someone being so haphazard about something as easy as wrapping a gift.\n\n\tBut it ‘was’ a gift. Sitting right there. On her bed. She approached the shabbily wrapped box with trepidation. A few pokes from her digger claws before pulling it into her lap. No card. Hell not even a name written in marker. She looked down at the package for what felt like ages. Was it for her? Was it a prank? Was she on punked? They had to tell her if she was on punked, right? That was the rule. Was the show even on still?\n\n\tAt some point the rational fragments of her mind pulled Gretchen out of her funk. She made short work of the paper with a few strategic claw tugs and pulled it off to the size revealing… what? A box. A box she didn’t recognize. It sure as hell didn’t look like something from any anime she’d ever seen.\n\n\t“It’s a Hekaton Land Fortress”\n\n\tThe words jolted Gretchen up and her eyes shot to the doorway. Her Master was standing there. Once again trying to look cool. Once again succeeding in spite of how his efforts worked against him. The otter in a sleeveless shirt and cigarette jeans. His face all smudged with engine grease or whatever it was that kept cars lubricated.\n\n\t“I have no idea what that is, Sir.” She slipped the sir in under her breath. It tugged a smile over her muzzle.\n\n\t“It’s pretty cool. And brand new.” Justin snickered. “It’s a big ass AFV for the Squats. Er the ‘Leagues of Votann’ I guess. Whatever. Ryan always called them squats and so- Nevermind.”\n\n\tMention of the man from that weekend predictably deflated her Sir. It didn’t’ deflate Gretchen though. Instead she rotated the box around in her paws. Was it like Lego? Was there a reason he expected her to understand all this moonspeak? Hell, the little figures and the vehicle itself that were on the front of the box even looked like something out of an old Sci-fi movie. It might actually be an anime worth watching. Or a game worth trying. Whatever the hell it was.\n\n\tJustin moved closer and Gretchen began to kneel. She was stopped from it by a paw gripping her chin and tilting her head up. She gazed at him. Pleading for him to call her Little One. Call her slut, whore, hole, trash. Anything. The mere feel of his fingers on her muzzle was absolute torture.\n\n\t“No.” he said firmly “We aren’t doing that, remember?”\n\n\t“It’s bullshit” Gretchen huffed.\n\n\tRather than slap her like he should, Justin sat down beside her and smiled. He put an arm around her and gave her a sideways hg. “Hui and I need this. It’ll be helpful for you, too. I think this is way more healthy than you want to admit, Gretchen.” \n\n\tHe had almost slipped, almost called her little one. It stung like a god damn wasp. She looked up at the smiling man beside her for a moment and then back down at the box. “I still don’t see how.” she muttered. “Or what the hell this ‘thing’ here is supposed to be. I’ve never done Gunpla ya know.”\n\n\tThe otter at her side shrugged and slipped a scoot to the side. His rudder tail swept up into her bed and quickly dominated much of the space as he tried to wrap it around her the way Hui would with hers. The tactic was not one his anatomy cared to honor. “I’m surprised you haven’t gotten to that part of the list yet. This is a bit different though. I mean it’s no secret your Mistress and I are into the plastic crack, right?”\n\n\t“Wargame minis?” Gretchen’s voice cracked at the question. She looked back down at the box. ‘Warhammer 40,000’. Clear as day. All of this stupid emotional edging really must have fried her brain if she missed something that basic. At least now she had some idea what the hell this thing was. But that only led to more dread. Before she knew what she was doing the mole yanked the box open revealing a bevy of grey sprus full of tiny plastic bits and bobs. There was an instruction manual tucked into the box along with it. Yet another thing she wished her brain would have filtered out for her.\n\n\t“You, uh… you shouldn’t have.” The mole muttered.\n\n\tJustin shot her a Puckish smile and a shrug. “Oh this wasn’t me. Honey I am broke. Like absolutely tapped out other than food until my next check from the garage. Most of that is spoken for, too. This was all Hui. I told her how frustrated you were. Since she can’t be here herself, she figured this was the next best thing. Dipped pretty hard into her crating budget too. So you may as well enjoy it.”\n\n\t“Enjoy it how?” The normally flat affect of the young woman once again spiked. This time her tone dark and trembling “I don’t know anything about this game. I’m still trying to get my head around all the tabletop games you two gave me and want me to read up on. Not every nerd knows how to assemble a model kit or paint shit.”\n\n\t“Then I’ll help you.” Once again the earnest and almost sunny response from her Sir was a spike of raw pain jamming into Gretchen’s shell of protective pessimism. He combed that further by cupping her cheek again and rubbing his nose tip against hers. Honest-to-god affection without any brutality just leaving her that much more confused.\n\n\t“Look, Hui got it for you, so why not just give it a shot? I’ll help. We’ll sit at the dining room table and order a Pizza. Hell I’ll drive down to Bilbo’s if you want. I can at least swing that if we get a plain. You can cuddle in my lap and I’ll show you how to do this. And if you end up not liking it? Well, at least you’ll have a gift from Hui to put on a shelf and admire.”\n\n\t“I am finding it difficult to express the total extent of my rage and frustration at this moment.” In spite of saying this Gretchen found herself slumping against his chest. The soft and kind affection was all manner of wrong in her twisted little pervert brain. But her body soaked it up. His embrace washed over her and she began to cry. If only she could figure out what the hell was going on.\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Collared Chapter 17: Distraction
By TerraMGP

\tThe world was hell. It was pain. Every fiber of the poor mole’s being was wrapped in dread. She didn’t know how long she’d been there like that. Her legs pulled apart by a spreader bar. Her arms tied up above her head and spread out to the point where they were slowly pulling out of their sockets. A rope around her neck, tied in such a way to keep her struggling on tiptoes for every gasp of air. She couldn’t look down to the side. She couldn’t cry out beyond choked guttural groans.

\tAll Gretchen could do was stand there. Her whole body shook from pain. Bruises and breaks from dozens of lashes throbbed and sang in the cold stale air of this forgotten place. Even if she could scream, nobody could save her. Nobody would save her. She simply wasn’t worth it.

\t“Pathetic.” The lilting sing-song voice ran up Gretchen’s spine. She felt the twisted caress of a bullwhip a split second later. Woven leather pushed against the base of her tail and ran up along her spine. It seemed to dig in to every welt and nick along the way. Mistress Hui’s familiar scent wafting in to the few precious breaths Gretchen could draw while her body struggled involuntarily to escape the agony of the whip’s pressure.

\t“I don’t know.” Master Justin’s voice now. Cool, confident, cruel. “I think it almost looks cuter with the marks. All your handiwork my love, naturally.”

\tGretchen choked on a sob and pulled herself forwards. Her body ached. Ached from pain but also from need. A need she knew she should be more ashamed of. Justin’s paw pushed on her shoulder blades and once again she began to choke and sputter. Her body strained as he wracked it with pain using such minimal effort.

\t“This portly little piece of rape meat really thought we loved her? She thought anyone could love her?” He scoffed

\tHui giggled and moaned. Once again she seemed to delight in cucking the mole by making each kiss she gave her Master nice and loud “Maybe she assumed we’d just throw her in the trunk of your car and sell her off to a brothel, Master. Or I suppose some hobos. Not that I imagine many of them would even use this trash to clean their dicks off.”

\t“Oh love, and why’s that? Just because she’s this ugly? Because you’re dumpy? Because your tits are too small for that flabby body of yours? Because you eat cunt and suck dick like a wish dot com sex toy? Because nobody wants some simpering little brat around demanding their precious time to give her attention? Because her cunt drips a mess on everything we own?” Firm fingers grabbed hold of her pussy. One slipped between those labia and teased. Not gently, not anything for her pleasure. A sloppy mockery of stimulation. One with too much claw and too much awkward rubbing. More mashing against her than seeking to ‘please’. “Do you know” Justin whispered softly “How much work I’d have to put in just to sell you on a street corner? It’d be like pimping Liz Lemon. Except her actress was at least hot. You’ve got nothing going for you, you dumb spoiled little pervert.”

\tJustin pushed his hips against her and for a moment Gretchen could feel the tip of her Master’s cock. She felt it rubbing dry against her asshole. Tears streamed down her cheeks. Bawling. Gasping. She couldn’t breath. Not until he moved away. Yet she tried to wiggle her fat little ass. Tried like hell to get the thing to slip in. The aching mole bawled and blubbered while she choked all the while focusing not on her own safety but on pleasing the god of a man abusing her.

\t“Now come on, Master. That’s just cruel” Hui’s laugh rolled like the giggle of an evil fairy princess. She stepped in front of Gretchen and cupped her muzzle with both hands. A pair of tight latex gloves caressing either cheek. “Sure she’s homely, and useless. She’s good at almost nothing. There’s ‘almost’ no reason to keep this ‘thing’ around. But there is one thing you can say about her.” Hui leaned in. The wah girl’s lips nearly touching Gretchen’s. Amber eyes locked on the reddish brown pools of tears as the mole tried to blink her sight clear.

\t“At least she’s cute when she’s sad.” A kiss. Hui’s kiss. Gretchen had to push herself forwards to accept it. She had to once again choke herself until her head was fuzzy just to get it. But it was worth it. It was a price she’d gladly pay. It was kindness far more than she ever deserved.

\t“So.” Justin’s voice turned stone solemn “You think it’s worth it to keep this one around, love?”

\t“For now.” Hui shrugged “Until something better comes along. But if we’re going to keep it. I think we need to make sure people know not to toss this trash in the dumpster where it belongs. Not yet.”

\tHui pranced herself off just out of Gretchen’s vision. When she came back she held something. A long metal rod topped with one of those Celtic runes Master Justin would sometimes talk about. In her other hand, Hui held a small blow torch. The kind often used for cooking. She lit it up, and began to roll the flame along the iron. All the while simply letting it sink in what was going to happen next.

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\t“Ok, time to get up.”

\tThe words were utterly unexpected. Even more unexpected was the sensation of being dragged up and sat upright. Gretchen felt a small note of motion sickness running though her gut.

\tMaster was looking down at her. The raw sadism she‘d seen moments ago replaced with a face full of genuine concern. Likewise the vague stale ‘dungeon‘ from a moment ago was replaced with the living room. The familiar music from that dumb British baking show catching her ears on the wrong note and making her feel as if she‘d heard it a thousand times in a row and yet still continued to process it.

\t“Was I asleep?” Gretchen ran her digger claws over her nose and then rubbed a knuckle into her eye to wipe away the crust. She pawed around for her glasses, eventually plucking them out of the couch cushion and fumbling them on to her face.

\t“You could say that.” Justin nodded “You could also say that Ozzy and Willa would never have let you live it down if they had walked in on you instead of me.”

\tThat absolutely wasn‘t what she wanted to hear. Gretchen turned herself away and whimpered loudly. She shoved Justin‘s paw away, then looked up at him and started to whimper. The blushing girl quickly slipped down off the couch into her best slave position and looked up at him, biting hard on her lower lip. “Forgive me, Sir. This one didn‘t realize it was being so lewd in its sleep.”

\tJustin‘s sigh hit her like a hammer. He reached down and tugged her up, back on to the couch by her armpits. “Cute. Very cute, actually. But we‘re still not doing that right now. Remember?”

\t“Still?” Gretchen‘s voice cracked. She quickly scrambled back a bit and crossed her arms, puffing a pout up at the boy and glaring at him from over his glasses. “It‘s already been over a week. How much time do you need?”

\t“We talked about this at least a dozen times. And really I don‘t have time to do it again right now.” Justin snapped

\t“Yeah? Well I want to do it again, Sir. If I‘m not an obedient fuckpuppet then I guess I can go ahead and voice my concerns. Right?”

\t“What concerns?” Justin‘s tone rose to match hers. “Honestly, Gretchen, I just do not know what it is you want from me right now.”

\t“I donno. Drag me down to the basement and fuck me crosseyed. Whip me. Rape me. Breed me. Make me your little cock sleeve. Make me lick the toilet seat and record it. Send it to my parents while I get off on how you’re wrecking my life. Do ‘something’!”

\tGretchen collapsed back on to the couch, or rather managed to knock into the edge of it before falling flat on her butt. She gazed own at the hard wood floor. Her rage spent for the time being and her body suddenly devoid of any fire. “Never mind.” She grumbled

\tAnnoying as it was Justin still persisted on putting a paw to her head. She winced as he pet the massed bramble of soft brown headfur she sported. “Look, do you need to talk about this? I’m serious. I can all off if you’re in that bad of a place.”

\t“I’m not.” She snapped “I’m just tired.”

\t“You sure?” Justin blinked. His follow up question cut off by a single clawed digit held up in the air

\t“I just need a nap.” The mole girl punctuated this by slithering back up into the couch and slipping herself down into her usual divot. Her head turned away so that Justin couldn’t’ see her tears.

\t“Fine.” The boy muttered the words even as she heard him rummage around in his pocket and pull out his phone “But Ozzy is here if you need anything. I’ll be back before too long. Just text me if you need anything he can’t help with, ok? And look, I promise this is all for the best. I want to get to know you, Gretchen. Not just as a sub. If I‘m going to share my life with you and Hui both I want to make sure we‘re all happy. There‘s no sense in burning yourself out. We have plenty of time to be as kinky as we want.”

\tKindness was repaid with a wave of the paw. At some point she heard her Sir pull himself away and head out to his adulating.

\t“Plenty of time.” Gretchen finally scoffed. “yeah right, Like I was gonna be around that long”

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\tJust a little walk. It was a place to start, right? For Gretchen it was an honest question. Less rhetorical than she’d like.

\tFinding a ‘hobby’ was not something she expected anyone to push on her. She had a hobby. Porn.  It was just hard to focus on when both of her owners were going though some kind of phase.

\tGoing for a walk seemed like the obvious solution. It was what everyone had always told her to do. So she’d sat down and written out a list of places she could try. Nature stuff was out of the question. She wasn’t going in the woods again if she could help it. Parks seemed like they might be a nice compromise until she actually sat down and looked in to Bronson Park. Police reports showing up anywhere on the first few pages of Google ruled that right out. Her own neighborhood seemed scary and like a place where she’d get lost. Other neighborhoods… well that was just asking to get lost while also making it take longer for someone to find her and pick her up. As for the mall? Well, that was more a date place. She was the sub, she wasn’t supposed to be the one asking her owners out on dates. Even with this stupid ‘hiatus’ thing in place.

\tThat just left the campus. WMU’s campus should be relatively safe. Not that any of this made any sense. Yes, there was some logic in the form of neurochemistry. But the idea of just walking instead of going around on a stair stepper or something and then magically feeling better was just insane to her. Clearly it was something she could just fix with medication or something, right? But she had promised to try something. Might as well make sure people couldn’t whine at her about this taking a walk crap.

\tShe’d start in the campus mall. It was gaudy, full of places to bleed money from students and little spots to ‘hang out’ for all the fucked up college kids who sought social interaction. Not to mention the school propaganda in the form of the mascot and logo being plastered all over.

\tThe Broncos. Was that prejudice? It was talking about the animals, sure. But Equine individuals had historically gotten the tail end of a lot of prejudice in the past. First Nation people also got a lot of that and then had sports teams named after them. Notre Dame’s team seemed like it should be super offensive. Master Justin hadn’t ever mentioned it offending him. Then again nobody in the house gave a shit about sports as far as she knew. If someone had come up with something like the ‘Rabid Rabbi’s’ or something god only knew she’d be pretty damn offended. It was all stupid anyways. Young, poor kids getting tricked into getting CTE for the sake of rich people. Most of them would never go pro. It was just another example of how broken everything was. Another reason to hide herself away. Another reason why she wanted to run away already. Why she wanted to hide her face behind the book she clutched to her chest and haul herself back to the bus stop as fast as her backpack-laden, stupidly stubby legs could carry her.

\t“Gretch!”

\tThe voice was familiar. It was chipper and friendly in a way that made the milk from Gretchen’s breakfast cereal curdle in her stomach. It was also too close. Ambushing her before she could even properly react. The familiar and formerly forgotten feline face popped up into her field of view. Blonde locks waving around this way and that before the young woman’s face.

\t“Hi Janet.” The mole muttered. She looked away quickly. If she had more courage she’d run. Or scream. Or something. As it stood she hoped against hope her tone would drive the girl off on its own.

\tIt didn’t. Why would it? Gretchen’s former roommate simply smirked wider and looked her over. “You look… about the same.” The tabby nodded “I haven’t seen you since you transferred rooms. We didn’t even get a chance to talk.”

\t“I didn’t transfer rooms. I moved” The mole girl corrected

\tJanet blinked and narrowed her eyes a bit “Moved? Like, move moved? But you barely moved in to our dorm? Plus wouldn’t that be more expensive than just staying on campus?” Personal space seemed to be a mere vague suggestion for the feline. Or perhaps her concept of it was different than the two meter bubble Gretchen considered the bare minimum. In either case she invaded that space boldly and offered a nice big smile.

\t“Not really that much.” Gretchen lied. Was it a lie? She hadn’t done the math. Honestly she was always horrible with finances. Her parents always handled that. Or hired people to handle that. It didn’t matter all that much. “Look, I gotta get some things still”

\t“Oh? Running some errands after class, huh? Mind if I got with ya? I’m curious what you’ve been up to roomie.” Janet still grinning ear to ear as she bounced from one jogging shoe to the other. “Plus there’s this guy I’ve been seeing. He’s a linebacker on the team. A couple of his friends are cute” The bubbly girl just did not get it. Her sing-song voice lilting as if it would be alluring at all to Gretchen. Sure, the little mole would eagerly take a train of cocks violating her every hole against her will at once. But if she was going to be taking a litany of sweaty dicks it would only be on the leash of one of her owners, and preferably some cute unwashed nerds in the back of a game shop.

\t“I already told you I am dating someone.” Was about all Gretchen could muster

\tJanet snorted dismissively “Oh, right, the LDR with some girl. Come on Roomie. I mean I know we don’t technically share the same dorm anymore but I’m sure-”

\t“I moved in with my Master, ok!?” The words rang though the Bronco’s Mall much further and more aggressively than the poor girl wanted. A blush flooding over her cheeks as she realized what was now spilling freely out of her muzzle. “I am a sex slave to a couple. Yes, it includes the ‘long distance girl’ you don’t seem to like. Yes, it includes my Master. He even does Dom stuff professionally. That’s what this thing around my neck is about. I’d fuck anyone and anything they want but I’m not gonna touch some dumb jock without protest. I hate them. I hate it here. I hate people. What part of that don’t you get?”

\tJanet stood there with her mouth agape. Only the tip of her tail moved while the rest of her stood stone still. That tip moving frantically from a primal shiver of confused danger. “I… Uh, I just…”

\t“I’m not here because I want to make friends, ok?” Gretchen continued. Her verbal freight train had apparently lost all breaks and she was no longer in control. “I don’t even want to be here now. My parents want me to get some kind of degree and be a good little academic like them. My owners want me to find some stupid fucking ‘hobby’. I. Don’t. Like. People. Alright? I don’t. Don’t take it personally. People just suck! You all suck!”

\tBefore Janet could respond Gretchen was already storming her way out towards the bus stop. She should have known this was going to be a mistake.

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\t“Holy shit she does do more than yell at me.”

\tGretchen turned her face up from the TV and gazed at the grinning goat tucked up against the large frame between the living room and what could only be called the ‘entryway’. It was some architecture thing her father probably knew all about.

\tThere were a few open textbooks scattered around the couch. Gretchen’s mother had insisted on getting physical books to avoid distraction. She’d even come in to the book shop with her in order to ensure she got them. Even paid for them herself. Theoretically it was quite the kind gesture. Text books of any sort were stupidly expensive. But this was her mother. Things didn’t work like that.

\t“Yo, Earth to Gretch.” Ozzy snapped a finger in the air a few times. Her eyes darted up to it and narrowed

\t“I’m here.” She muttered. A statement that sounded stupid even as it left her muzzle “Look, if you want to play something on the TV you can just tell me. It’s not like any of us have a monopoly on the living room.” In theory she was playing pokemon. The newest one. Something she’d gotten in spite of herself since Master and Mistress kept telling her to try things out. X and Y didn’t feel like they’d been that long ago, but god damn if the game felt oddly similar for having gone though so many generations since.

\tOnce again her distracted thoughts left her blind to Ozzy as he made his way over and sat at the other end of the couch from her, careful to make sure her open text books were out of the way. “Come on now, That’s no fair. Justin and I take this shit up all the time. You deserve a turn. God I don’t think I’ve played a Pokemon game forever, either. That’s Nidorina, right?”

\t“Nido, yeah.” A soft blush hit the mole’s cheeks. There was no way the comment was anything more than innocent. Some boore like Ozzy wasn’t the type to know about Vtubers. Especially not the lovely and wonderful Nidonido. He just sat there, skateboard between his legs. Watching her screen. Paying attention to what she was doing. It felt uncomfortable. Not like when she’d watch Master play games. When she did it the whole thing almost felt like having her own personal Vtuber in the room. Even when Ozzy was there gaming with him. It was a comfortable detachment. Not, whatever this was.

\tOzzy was quiet for several long seconds. It was hard to tell if he was mocking her with false interest or if he had something else in mind. He just kept spinning that skateboard wheel with his thumb and watching as she wandered around picking fights with weaker ‘mon in order to give her favorite more levels. All the while her eyes slipping back now and then to a text book. Things in school had to get harder. She knew that much. They had to be softballing things early on. But it was just so hard to pay attention to things she already knew. She needed the distraction.

\tWithout warning he leaned down and grabbed something leaned against the base of the couch. At first Gretchen thought he was going for her legs and curled herself tighter into a ball on the couch. Then up came his paw with a bag of Sunchips. A bag she’d apparently forgotten she dragged out from the kitchen. The goat smirked at her and nommed a paw full before setting it down by her and leaning back. “So I kinda wanted to ask you something.” He shrugged. The chips not quite vanished down his throat “Why’d you say you don’t like music before?”

\t“Why’d I what?” Gretchen eyed him suspiciously. The controller felt like it’d break in her claws.

\t“When you moved in. I remember it wasn’t too long after I tried talking with you about music. ‘Cept it turns out you were at music camp with Justin’s girl… his other girl I mean. And then there was that song you played out at the dunes.”

\t“What about it?” the mole huffed”

\tOzzy dug his paw in for a few more chips and gazed up at the ceiling “Nothing I guess. Just that shit takes some skill. That’s not ‘smoke on the water after a few days’ level playing. Singing was pretty, too.”

\tFlustered blushing grew worse on her cheeks. She shook her head a moment and whined, pulling herself in more. If she could somehow turtle up entirely she would. Somehow somewhere she half wished some hedgehog was stuck way back in her ancestry so she could curl into a ball and poke away the one assaulting her with such questions.

\t“I Don’t hate music. I just didn’t want to do things with you.” It was a flat, Wednesday Adams response. Matter of fact with only a small hint of bitterness. She glanced sidelong at the boy expecting him to get up and leave. Instead he just shrugged. He seemed almost unphased by the response.

\t“Well at least that means you don’t hate the Blizzard, I guess.” Ozzy chuckled finally “As you can tell Mom was a big Sabbath fan. Post-Sabbath Ozzy too. That song with Lita Ford got played a lot when we got stuck in traffic.”

\tThe controller dropped into Gretchen’s lap and she turned to stare at the one invading her space. Her eyes pierced at him over the rim of her glasses. She could feel her neck fur stand on end. Every weak, near atrophied muscle in her body clenched up hard in something she imagined would be an actual ‘fight’ response rather than flight.

\t“Does nothing phase you?” She finally chirped out

\t“What can I say, I’m a Cali boi, bruh!” The normally thin accent the goat held suddenly twisted into a 90s-ish parody. He chuckled and shook his head holding up the bag of chips towards her. Much to her chagrin Gretchen darted a paw in and took some, stuffing them into her face and chewing angrily.

\tOzzy smiled and looked back at the TV. “Look, you want me to fuck off, I will. Probably will soon anyways. I was going out to skate. But let’s be real here. You’re not pissed off at me. Not really.”

\t“What makes you think that?” Gretchen huffed

\tThe boy simply shrugged and pulled his lanky legs up on to the couch as well. “I unno. But you’re not. I can tell. I donno what the problem is. But I just get the feeling it’s one that’d suck facing it alone. And since you don’t seem the type to take a few hits and chill.” The lack of reaction caused Ozzy to roll his eyes “I mean take a joint and relax. That’s not your bag, so I figured I’d try a few other approches.”

\tWhy the fuck did he have to be so friendly? Did he think he’d get a blowie if he was nice to her? Not that anyone would want an ugly thing like her touching them. Her owners were only into her because she was something they could keep as a sex toy. Even if they claimed differently. But if he wanted sex for some reason he could just ask Justin. Even normies should know that just from porn. The inability to figure out his deal only grew more agitating the more she thought about it. She could imagine splinters, little crystalline fragments growing in her brain the more she tried to figure out this incomprehensible boy and just what he was after.

\tEventually Ozzy hopped up and slung his board over his shoulder. He offered her a bit of a smile and a playful little salute. “Like I said, I’m not gonna pry or intrude. You do you. But if you ever wanna hang with someone or try out some LARP it’s a standing offer.”

\t“The Mountain Goats” He was almost out the door when Gretchen yelped the words. She slumped back a bit when his eyes hit her again. Embarrassed she’d even said anything “I like the Mountain goats. And Cake. Elliot Smith too. Master showed me some Avantasia I like and Mistress wants me to get more into Nightwish. But I guess… that’s what I listen to. Mostly.”

\tThe boy grinned a bit, then made his way out. Once again leaving Gretchen in peace. That was, after all, what she wanted.

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\tThere was a power leaving someone on ‘read’. It was petty, it was childish, it was honestly pointless. Then again those were all things Gretchen’s mother made her feel anyways. She could imagine the reasons for the call and subsequent texts. It wasn’t frantic enough to be an emergency. Which meant it was probably something to do with the Glick kid down the street and her mom trying to set them up again. Or maybe even some demand for Gretchen to come home over a weekend.

\tThe excuse would always be the same. Gretchen was busy. She was going after two majors. Who cared that both of them had a huge overlap? What did it matter if they were classes tied in to the one thing she obsessed over other than porn and being someone’s slave? Academics like the Bergfelds would never dare interrupt their daughter’s education. That was why she’d gotten away with ending the whole dorm situation and getting set up here. That was why she could probably milk money out of them if she really tried. A very fun hypothetical offset by the fact that she really didn’t ‘need’ anything.

\tThen again, she probably did. Gretchen returned from her idle daydreams and gazed back at the screen with a hand of unfamiliar trading cards shown on them. All of her stuff was too expensive. She needed another land. But once again she lacked one. So she ended the turn once more and watched the silly little animations as her Mistress once again beat the snot out of her.

\t“Mana troubles again?” As always the squeaky angel that was Hui Sang offered up the most kind and optimistic read of the situation.

\tGretchen winced and rubbed her digger claws over her paw. It was ok this time, she thought, since nobody was there to see. The first thing Gretchen had done with her laptop was look up how to disable the camera in it and she wasn’t confident enough to re-enable it right now. Instead she’d just gotten a webcam for her Mistress to see her. One that was going quite unused during this infuriating little hiatus.

\t“I’m still not quite sure this is the game for me, Mistress.” Gretchen’s tone flat. She’d held off on saying it for a dozen rounds now. It was time with Mistress, if nothing else. That much was precious. Unfortunately she spent it looking at cards she didn’t understand from a lore she suspected nobody understood and trying to keep the precious little bundle of orange furred light entertained.

\tHui‘s sigh was loud enough to pop the mic “We talked about the ‘Mistress’ thing. Justin is right. If we want to stay together long term then we have to make sure we have a deeper connection with you than just the sex. It’s just as good for you and us as it is for me and him.”

\t“Yeah well maybe I don’t ‘have’ anything deeper to connect with.” The words snapped out. Gretchen caught herself, but she wasn’t sure how to correct the slight. It took a few deep breaths to calm down. She flicked at the little magnetic ball desk toy she’d gotten from who knew where ages ago. Anything to keep her paws busy and her mind occupied. To avoid dwelling on things further.

\t“Are you finding it hard to do your hobbies?” Hui whimpered “I know he’s busy but if Ma-, if Justin knew I’m sure he could schedule something.”

\t“I don’t ‘have’ hobbies.” Gretchen snapped “All I do is study, watch the same few Youtube vids and fuck myself up to porn like a good little goonette. I was just waiting for the day when an owner would turn me into a perpetually degraded sex doll in a wide awake nightmare. Now I have two owners and they’re both telling me we have to ‘get to know each other’! Nobody stops to think that maybe I don’t have anything more to get to know!”

\tStunned silence. Gretchen could feel her gut clench. She’d fucked up again. She just knew it. She always fucked everything up. A paw ran though her frizzy headfur and she leaned down with elbows on the desk propping her forehead in her paw. “Look, I’m sorry. I don’t know how to say sorry correctly because I want to prostrate myself before my Goddess and plead for her forgiveness. But I can’t do that, so I’mma just say sorry.” Tears caught in her throat. Much to her own shock Gretchen realized she was about to cry. Realized she was trying very hard not to in spite of herself. “I’m trying. I swear to god I am trying. All I’ve done this week is try out whatever was shoved in front of me or whatever fucking internet forums suggested. Going for a walk? Two out of ten. Would not recommend.”

\tThere was another long pause. Gretchen had to make sure she hadn’t hung up on Hui. Then she had to make sure Hui hadn’t blocked her. It would make sense. She honestly deserved it. The very idea though filled her with terror.

\t“Justin and I do Raceplay.” Hui finally said. Her words calm and flat as could be.

\t“I… uh… ok?” Gretchen blinked

\t“It’s my thing a lot more than his. Racial slurs, stereotypes, talk of conquest. We didn’t tell you yet because it’s a type of edge play we both know can freak people out. Honestly I’d be willing to stop it if you were freaked by it.”

\t“Mistress, you know I’d be down for far worse.” Vanilla hiatus be damned at this point, Gretchen needed to say the word. “Honestly I wouldn’t mind him trying that on me some time. It‘s not like we haven‘t already agreed on worse. You know I’m likely the most fucked up of the three of us.”

\tThe agitation in Hui‘s voice had grown a bit. “Being willing to go along with anything and being interested in everything are two different things. Plus that’s not the point. I bring it up because, well, you know Justin isn’t a racist. Right? I think you have known him long enough to see that.”

\t“Yeah, I get that.” Gretchen nodded “I mean if he is he hides it damn well. All the borderline gay bromance shit he and Ozzy get up to, I kinda thing it’d be hard for some stars and bars asshole to do that with someone who’s ancestors the confederates fought to keep as property.”

\t“But that’s my point. It’s a thing we do. It’s a fun tool in the box. But it’s not reality. Gretchen, I don’t want to just keep you locked in a trunk all the time, to be taken out and used for sex until you cry. I don’t want to see your mind actually literally break. I don’t ‘just’ want a sex slave. I want another partner, too.”

\tThis all felt rich coming from Mistress. It was a thought Gretchen hated herself for having. But one she had all the same. No, she hadn’t known her new partners for that long. Assuming that’s what they were going to try and call it. But from the moment they met Hui seemed like she defined herself by her subservience to Justin. The otter may have the ability to detach the station of slave and the person, but deep down Gretchen had to ask herself if this was just the ‘right thing to say’ instead of the truth.

\t“I get it.” Gretchen muttered

\t“Do you?” Hui’s voice squeaking up to a peak. “I know you say you do. But then you should know why this is so important. I don’t know what to say to make this make any sense. I want to say that we want to share in your likes too. But that doesn’t feel like it gets things across right.”

\t“Because I don’t have likes.” Gretchen’s tone grew colder. “and we both know that already. I’m just a rape dolly. A disposable little sex toy. If following you two around while this ‘thing’ plays out is what you both want then that’s just what I’ll do. Just don’t be shocked when I’m as hollow inside as I keep telling you I am.”

\tThe movements on the other end of the Discord line were painfully clear. Gretchen could picture Hui, sitting there in long striped socks and one of Justin’s shirts, curling her legs up to her chest and sulking. A good slave would have lied. A good slave would just do everything she was told with a smile on her face and been whatever its owners needed. Gretchen, on the other hand, was a fuckup. Even as a hollow little fuck puppet.

\tHui finally sighed. “I really need to sleep. I have Mz. Peterson’s  class tomorrow. And you have some classes too, right?”

\tGretchen nodded. Eventually she recalled that there was no way Hui could se her right now and so offered a tiny “yah”

\t“Look, I love you. I just wish I knew what to say right now.”

\t“This one loves you too, Mistress.” It drew the softest laugh from Hui, which made Gretchen smile that much wider.

\t“If you really don’t want to try for anything then that’s fine, I get it. But just… give what I said some thought, ok?”

\tAnother half hour went by. One where Gretchen was only barely aware of the conversation. Lots of ‘I love yous’ and sweet words. Attempts to hang up thwarted by the tension and anxiety between the two girls. It was Hui who finally closed the chat after hearing her mother. Leaving Gretchen alone. Tired, confused and aching.

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\tA loud thwump filled the upstairs hallway. Reverberations snapped though the whole house before being drown out by a primal grumble of seething, impotent rage.

\t“Organic Chemistry can eat my entire ass!” Gretchen shrieked. She kicked at the air, somehow missed and nearly toppled over on to the hardwood floor. Only a quick grab at the door frame saved her, and only then did the mole pause to notice the box on her bed.

\tIt wasn’t a big box. It was also wrapped. A clumsy smattering of cheap old generic wrapping paper that looked like it was out of the 90s taped over the box at awkward angles. She could just imagine the long, drawn out rant her mother would have gone on. The utter contempt at someone being so haphazard about something as easy as wrapping a gift.

\tBut it ‘was’ a gift. Sitting right there. On her bed. She approached the shabbily wrapped box with trepidation. A few pokes from her digger claws before pulling it into her lap. No card. Hell not even a name written in marker. She looked down at the package for what felt like ages. Was it for her? Was it a prank? Was she on punked? They had to tell her if she was on punked, right? That was the rule. Was the show even on still?

\tAt some point the rational fragments of her mind pulled Gretchen out of her funk. She made short work of the paper with a few strategic claw tugs and pulled it off to the size revealing… what? A box. A box she didn’t recognize. It sure as hell didn’t look like something from any anime she’d ever seen.

\t“It’s a Hekaton Land Fortress”

\tThe words jolted Gretchen up and her eyes shot to the doorway. Her Master was standing there. Once again trying to look cool. Once again succeeding in spite of how his efforts worked against him. The otter in a sleeveless shirt and cigarette jeans. His face all smudged with engine grease or whatever it was that kept cars lubricated.

\t“I have no idea what that is, Sir.” She slipped the sir in under her breath. It tugged a smile over her muzzle.

\t“It’s pretty cool. And brand new.” Justin snickered. “It’s a big ass AFV for the Squats. Er the ‘Leagues of Votann’ I guess. Whatever. Ryan always called them squats and so- Nevermind.”

\tMention of the man from that weekend predictably deflated her Sir. It didn’t’ deflate Gretchen though. Instead she rotated the box around in her paws. Was it like Lego? Was there a reason he expected her to understand all this moonspeak? Hell, the little figures and the vehicle itself that were on the front of the box even looked like something out of an old Sci-fi movie. It might actually be an anime worth watching. Or a game worth trying. Whatever the hell it was.

\tJustin moved closer and Gretchen began to kneel. She was stopped from it by a paw gripping her chin and tilting her head up. She gazed at him. Pleading for him to call her Little One. Call her slut, whore, hole, trash. Anything. The mere feel of his fingers on her muzzle was absolute torture.

\t“No.” he said firmly “We aren’t doing that, remember?”

\t“It’s bullshit” Gretchen huffed.

\tRather than slap her like he should, Justin sat down beside her and smiled. He put an arm around her and gave her a sideways hg. “Hui and I need this. It’ll be helpful for you, too. I think this is way more healthy than you want to admit, Gretchen.”

\tHe had almost slipped, almost called her little one. It stung like a god damn wasp. She looked up at the smiling man beside her for a moment and then back down at the box. “I still don’t see how.” she muttered. “Or what the hell this ‘thing’ here is supposed to be. I’ve never done Gunpla ya know.”

\tThe otter at her side shrugged and slipped a scoot to the side. His rudder tail swept up into her bed and quickly dominated much of the space as he tried to wrap it around her the way Hui would with hers. The tactic was not one his anatomy cared to honor. “I’m surprised you haven’t gotten to that part of the list yet. This is a bit different though. I mean it’s no secret your Mistress and I are into the plastic crack, right?”

\t“Wargame minis?” Gretchen’s voice cracked at the question. She looked back down at the box. ‘Warhammer 40,000’. Clear as day. All of this stupid emotional edging really must have fried her brain if she missed something that basic. At least now she had some idea what the hell this thing was. But that only led to more dread. Before she knew what she was doing the mole yanked the box open revealing a bevy of grey sprus full of tiny plastic bits and bobs. There was an instruction manual tucked into the box along with it. Yet another thing she wished her brain would have filtered out for her.

\t“You, uh… you shouldn’t have.” The mole muttered.

\tJustin shot her a Puckish smile and a shrug. “Oh this wasn’t me. Honey I am broke. Like absolutely tapped out other than food until my next check from the garage. Most of that is spoken for, too. This was all Hui. I told her how frustrated you were. Since she can’t be here herself, she figured this was the next best thing. Dipped pretty hard into her crating budget too. So you may as well enjoy it.”

\t“Enjoy it how?” The normally flat affect of the young woman once again spiked. This time her tone dark and trembling “I don’t know anything about this game. I’m still trying to get my head around all the tabletop games you two gave me and want me to read up on. Not every nerd knows how to assemble a model kit or paint shit.”

\t“Then I’ll help you.” Once again the earnest and almost sunny response from her Sir was a spike of raw pain jamming into Gretchen’s shell of protective pessimism. He combed that further by cupping her cheek again and rubbing his nose tip against hers. Honest-to-god affection without any brutality just leaving her that much more confused.

\t“Look, Hui got it for you, so why not just give it a shot? I’ll help. We’ll sit at the dining room table and order a Pizza. Hell I’ll drive down to Bilbo’s if you want. I can at least swing that if we get a plain. You can cuddle in my lap and I’ll show you how to do this. And if you end up not liking it? Well, at least you’ll have a gift from Hui to put on a shelf and admire.”

\t“I am finding it difficult to express the total extent of my rage and frustration at this moment.” In spite of saying this Gretchen found herself slumping against his chest. The soft and kind affection was all manner of wrong in her twisted little pervert brain. But her body soaked it up. His embrace washed over her and she began to cry. If only she could figure out what the hell was going on.
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