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for commissioning this.", "writing": "Mere days ago, Bellatrix had been a headstrong woman; a fox defiant of the Grax Confederation, those who called her subject, and willing to defy their laws to empower their enemies. In that short time she had been rejuvenated, her body reverted to that of a nine year old cub, and subject to an unceasing barrage of torture. For hour upon hour, the vixen's urethra, anus, and vaginal passage had been abused by paw and machine alike, torture that continued long after she surrendered and gave them everything they wanted.\nThey left her a silent, mind-broken husk, so utterly destroyed that even when her binds were removed she made no effort to flee. Her pain was so all consuming it barely registered when the machines raping every hole had been removed. It was not until the rays of morning sunlight burned her eyes and she was passed into the care of a grey wolf couple named Roger and Jane did she truly believe her torment was at an end.\nHer first few weeks as a 'real' penitatas were difficult. It wasn't she was rebellious, quite the opposite, in fact; the fear of being returned to the Inquisition meant she never put a toe out of line! No, the difficulty came from finding herself again, from clawing out of the dark pit her torturers had left her in. For weeks, she moved about her new home like an automaton, silently complying with whatever order, however humiliating or painful, with barely a whimper.\nHer path to salvation was named Anton. He lived in the same apartment building as Bellatrix, a tall, handsome feline boy with midnight black fur and emerald eyes. He was quiet and contrite around the adults, but when alone with Bellatrix he had a swashbuckler's charm about him. He span tall tales of high adventure that Bellatrix clung to like a life ring on a storm tossed sea, first wishing to take part in such adventures as a heroine, then later, wishing to be the woman on his arm by the end. Thanks to Anton, Bellatrix learned to smile and laugh again.\nA year had passed, and now her home rang with five voices singing her a happy birthday. Anton and his parents were her only guests, but he was all she wanted. After they'd eaten the cake and opened her meagre presents, Anton and Bellatrix were allowed to go to her room and play. The way he smiled at those words left her mouth dry and lower lips moist.\nThe moment her bedroom door clicked shut, the little fox turned to grip Anton's paws. She eased up on her toes to come almost eye to eye with him. “Was that dress the only present you got me?”\nThe cat let out a playful purr that sent her heart fluttering. “What else did you want?” \nShe leaned in for a kiss. The soft touch of his lips against hers made her body melt. His arms wrapped around her back and held tight as her limbs lost their strength, surrendering completely to him. He walked her to the bed and eased her down, his growing arousal obvious by its rubbing against her through his shorts. She lay back and let his paws reach under her skirt, lifting her hips to let her panties slide away. A hungry tongue lapped over her private place, drawing a gasp of lustful delight from the vixen.\nThat moment of pleasure, however fleeting, was robbed from her as quickly as it came. The door swung open and her father stepped in. “Anton! Bellatrix!” The boy jumped back, pants round his knees and young arousal on full display. Roger growled at the young man, “I think it's time you went home. Get!”\nHaving sent her soulmate scrabbling away, Roger turned all his focus on Bellatrix. “We made it perfectly clear to you that penitatas are not allowed relationships! It seems you need a reminder of that.”\nWith a sigh, more born of sexual frustration than regret, Bellatrix rolled onto her stomach and lifted her skirt, presenting her backside for a spanking. “Stay like that until I return,” he said, and she complied. It was better than fighting; after the violation she'd suffered, a few minutes under the paddle was a cake-walk! It would hurt, but then she'd be sent to bed early and could at least rub herself to completion as a consolation prize...\nShe heard both parents enter the room, and to her surprise, Roger pressed his full weight down on her back to pin her. “Do it quick,” he said, and Bellatrix felt the hellish sensation of cold, lubricated metal probing for her piss hole. Nightmarish memories resurfaced, and as her father predicted, she tried to scramble away.\n“No! No no no!” the little fox screamed in terror. In her mind she was back in the torture chamber, back on the rack, about to have a burning brush rammed deep inside of her. Tears streaked from her eyes as the trauma of that day resurfaced, so vivid she barely registered how this intruder was not bristled at all. She felt it wind deeper, and as it came to rest at the base of her bladder, Bellatrix felt her crotch enveloped by a cool, but firm plate. She began to steady, snapping back to reality as the device was locked tight around her thighs and waist. Once secure, both parents released her.\n“That belt stays on until we're satisfied you've learned not to play with your parts, or anyone else's!” Roger scolded her.\nHer mother flashed a cruel grin. “The straps are gene-locked, so only your father and I can remove them. Oh, I almost forgot!” Bellatrix flinched as her mother reached down to cup the metal plate now completely covering her cunny. As the wolf's thumb touched a glassy rectangle over her clit it lit up a bright green, and moments later the vixen felt the inside of her cage begin to move. Subtle little nubs began to move back and forth, pressing gently, but firmly against her clit while larger ones wriggled against her moistened labia. She glanced down at the belt in confusion. This felt... nice? How was it a punishment?\nShe decided to make the best of it. Lying back on her bed, she let her mind drift into fantasies of Anton, imagining him back between her legs, licking away, teasing her clit with his strong, soft paws. Soon enough, deep and lustful moans filled the air of the bedroom as Bellatrix bucked her hips against the imagined tongue, wishing her cage would rub faster. Closer and closer her release came, but always delayed because of the lazy teasing that brought her to what she thought was her peak, only to find release was just out of reach. Her lustful pressure built to the point of agony, her moans giving way to pent-up huffs and yiffs of desperation as her climax drew ever nearer...\nHer eyes snapped open in horror. The cage had gone completely still just as she reached her release, leaving her denied at the final moment. “N-not now! Keep going!” she shrieked, pawing at the device in a desperate bid to get it working again. For a full minute she scrabbled at her self, unable to change the chastity cage's behaviour, nor even wriggle a finger beyond its vice-like grip to stimulate herself. Then, in midst of her desperation, the slow teasing began again. This time she took no pleasure in it, for she realised exactly what it would do.\nIn panic, she ran from her room to find her parents, both sat together in the lounge. They grinned at their desperate little fox, no doubt fully aware of why she was so distressed. “Please don't tease me like this! Please!” she begged them, all the while feeling the vile cage carelessly teasing her back to the brink.\n“We couldn't take it off if we wanted to,” her father said with a cruel smirk. “Once it's locked in place it has to run for at least twenty-four hours.”\nThe revelation came just as the machine teased her back to the brink. Her soft whimper was a delight for her parents as she shuddered on the edge of cumming, only for her cage to once more rob her of stimulation. She threw back her head and wailed in desperation, which prompted her mother to approach and wrap a suspiciously kind arm around the girl.\n“There there, sweetie. Tell you what, we'll make the cage give you an orgasm if you like. All you have to do is wet yourself.”\n“Y-you mean right now?”\n“That's right. Make a messy puddle right here, and you can have an orgasm.”\nA deep, shameful blush formed beneath the fox's orange furred cheeks. Both parents watched intently as she squirmed, considering her options. In the end, the cage decided for her; the rubbing resumed, and Bellatrix decided she could accept a little humiliation in exchange for mercy. She relaxed, loosening her bladder, and felt the piss within her start to flow for just a moment. Then, nothing. Just a pressure, an unwelcome blockage.\n“I guess she doesn't want to cum,” Roger said with a shrug.\n“I'm trying! I can't pee with that tube you put in me!” Bellatrix wailed.\nHer parents' faces lit up with delight at her protests. Her father's tail even gave a subtle wag. “Then I guess you'll go without. Back to your room, little lady! Or we'll make this far worse for you!”\nThe fox stormed away, tears of shame and frustration rolling down her cheeks. How could they make this worse? Left in her room with scarcely any distractions, she spent her evening tossing and turning on her bed, or walking in circles on her little floor space, trying to find any place or position she could be comfortable in. The edging was constant, bringing her to the brink of climax time and again, only for her to be denied at the last moment. Worse, the pressure on her bladder was building, a constant reminder of her own inability to relieve herself. She had to stop her pacing because the pressure in her bladder made it painful to walk, and resorted to lying curled on her bed. She tried and tried to force her piss past the sounding tube, but not a drop spilt out.\nIt was her mother who finally came to check on her. Jane settled on the bed next to the sobbing little fox and ran a tender paw across her cheek. “P-please ma'! I'm gonna burst! You've gotta' let me pee!” The words tumbled out in desperation.\n“I'll let you have a little leak, but just a little,” Jane's paw crept across the cage and touched one of its controls. Bellatrix let out a yelp of surprise as the pressure inside relented and a forceful stream of dark piss sprayed across her bedding. Yet the moan of relief had barely escaped her lips before her mother tapped the cage again, preventing her from urinating once more. “There, that was more than enough.”\nA vulpine howl echoed from the fox's maw. “I'm still full! You can't do this to me!”\n“Oh yes I can! You go right to bed!” the wolfess snapped back. “Lie in your mess and go to sleep, and maybe we'll let you have a proper piss in the morning.” With those harsh words she left the fox to her misery, curled up on her wet bedding and bawling in dread anticipation of the long night to come.\n\nThe closest thing Bellatrix got to sleep was when she blacked out from exhaustion. She awoke to a sharp, stabbing pain as her over-full bladder was stretched to near bursting. Even the act of sitting up caused so much agony she briefly blacked out again. When she came to, all she could do was scream for help until her parents arrived, and finally gave her some respite. They held her up and touched the yellow button on her chastity cage, letting her bladder empty over the sheets. The stream was so forceful it splashed over her thighs, leaving yellow streaks across her orange fur. This time they let out most of her bladder before stopping the flow and marching her downstairs for breakfast. She didn't bother to ask if she'd be given a bath before school.\nWith the agony of her bladder gone, the torture of the edging came back into focus. Having been rubbed and teased all night, her clit and cunny were swollen and hyper-sensitive; what had once been gentle teasing now felt like sandpaper scraped over her privates, to the point where even the promise of a climax now seemed like torture in and of itself. There was no sympathy from her parents, who pushed her towards the front door as soon as her plate was cleared. “W-wait! I'm going to school naked?” she blurted out in shock.\n“Naked? You're wearing that cage!” her father replied in a mocking tone.\nShe arrived at school earlier than usual, but there were still plenty of rejuves around to gawk at Bellatrix as she scurried along to class, red-faced with embarrassment. It was a Penny School, a place that existed as much to make penitatas miserable as much as educate them, and her teacher, Mr Weller, was an exemplar of this philosophy. The otter met Bellatrix with a smirk as she stepped into the empty room. His eyes lingered hungrily on that particular instrument. “Don't bother going to your seat,” he said as she went to cross the room. “Come stand here, next to me.”\nBellatrix took up her appointed spot, ears flat against her skull and tail limp behind her. Mr Weller made her stand with paws behind her back. “You have an important job today, my little fox. You're going to be the class urinal. Whenever someone has to go, you will drink it up straight from the source!”\n“What? No!” Bellatrix blurted out. “I'm not doing that, it's disgusting!”\nThe otter's gaze drifted back to her chastity cage. “Then you're going to have to endure the entire day with no bathroom break of your own.”\nA jolt of terror ran down the fox's spine. Her parents had made her drink plenty of water during breakfast. That liquid would already be working through her system, slowly filling her bladder...\n“You have until the first 'potty break' to decide.” A look of glee formed on the otter's face, his whiskers twitching with delight as he turned towards the classroom door. The rest of the pupils began to file in, all carrying full water bottles. “Good, I see you've all got the memo! It's important you all stay hydrated for your lessons! In fact, everyone drink up before we begin!”\nThe rejuves obeyed, and Mr Weller went on with his class. It was a lesson about the art of corporal punishment; the otter spoke with pride about how corporal punishment had been refined to an art form over the centuries. Bellatrix's shame only grew as, despite her best efforts, the constant genital torture of the chastity belt left her huffing and whimpering each time it brought her close to climax. Some of her fellow penitatas gave her sympathetic glances, while other rejuves savoured her humiliation. Mr Weller made no effort to conceal the considerable bulge in his pants.\nHalfway through the lesson, a young lizard boy raised a sheepish paw. “Mr Weller? I need to go to the bathroom.”\nHe glanced down at Bellatrix, who was squirming on the brink of orgasm yet again. A loud yelp slipped from her maw and a single, pent-up tear rolled down her cheek. “Well? What's it going to be?”\nShe stared at the teacher, lips curling into a defiant snarl, only to be silenced by a subtle sense of pressure on her innards. She couldn't afford to wait the whole day to go! Snapping her head down, she marched towards the lizard boy. The entire class watched as she crawled under his desk, and she tried to drown out the lewd whispering as she reached for his shorts. “Let her do her duty!” Mr Weller barked as the boy reached down to stop her.\nEasing the shorts down to his ankles, Bellatrix took the boy's flaccid cock in paw and steered it into her mouth. She closed her lips around it, forming a seal, and waited. After a few words from the teacher, the boy let out a shamed little whimper of his own, and let go. Hot, bitter liquid splashed against the back of her throat, making her cough and gag, but she managed to keep the piss in her maw. The boy eased the flow, giving her a moment to swallow, before resuming. He pissed in steady spurts, a muzzle-full at a time, as ashamed by this ordeal as Bellatrix herself. When his spurts of piss trickled away, Bellatrix lapped the last drops off the end of his tongue and crawled from under his desk, red-faced and tearful, trying in vain to scrape the taste of piss off her tongue with her teeth.\n“Sir! I need to pee as well!” a feminine voice rang out. The girl was a rabbit, a voluntaras – someone who'd become a child again of their own free will. She was in the class because she got off on seeing penitatas suffer. There was nothing but cruelty in her grin as Bellatrix slunk under her desk. The white-furred bunny raised her hips to let her panties slide off, but that was the only kindness she offered. Before Bellatrix could make any kind of seal over the rabbit's cunny, a fierce flow of piss splashed across her chest. Yelping in shock, she hastily put her maw into the flow, desperately trying to swallow the vile stream, but the rabbit had no desire to cooperate, and each time Bellatrix gagged or retched she received a splash of piss across her face. All the while, as she suffered and struggled, the uncaring chastity belt tickled her clit to the edge of cumming, short-circuiting her mind, drawing vile connections between the rancid taste of piss and the promise of sexual relief. When the stream finally stopped, the miserable fox crawled out from under the desk and stood for the class to gawp at; hiccuping, red-faced, with fur soaked and stinking.\nShe repeated this ordeal for half the class, making a mental note of those who were kind and those who, like the rabbit, tormented her. All the while, her own need for relief built and built, the piss of half a dozen rejuves mixing with her own to once again stretch her bladder to its limits. When the bell rang for a break, Bellatrix waddled over to her teacher, grunting and huffing from both the merciless edging and the agony of her bladder. “S-sir... please...”\nMr Weller licked his lips in vile anticipation of what was to come. “If you want to go so badly, you'll have to do a little more to earn it. Up on the desk, on your stomach!”\nA sob fell from the fox's maw as she eased herself onto the wooden desk. Lying down put more pressure on her already tortured bladder! She craned her neck to see what the otter had planned, and her eyes widened in horror as he opened his pants to reveal his hardened, dribbling cock. Before she could react, the teacher grabbed her hips and pulled her towards his waiting member, pushing his pre-soaked tip against her anal ring. A shriek of agony rang out across the classroom as Mr Weller thrust deep into her, his cock stretching her insides and adding yet more agonising pressure to her already bulging bladder. His rapid thrusting stretched her anus painfully wide, rubbing it raw without a drop of lube, and each hard, deep thrust sent stabbing pressure pains through her gut. Through thick, desperate tears she wailed at him, “I'm gonna burst!”\nThe vile clit rubbing continued, as it had for countless hours, coaxing her to the brink of climax at the worst possible moment. The otter gripped her tail tight, using it as leverage as he thrust into her as hard as he could, slamming his hips against her soft, furred cheeks. “Here... I... come!” he grunted out, roaring with delight as he reached his climax.\nBellatrix felt all her torments come together in a single, vile moment. The chastity cage edged her right to the brink of orgasm, as it had innumerable times before, but this time she had the hard, pounding stimulation of a cock in her ass to tease her just over the edge. It was a vile climax, a ruined orgasm, more a hint of what could have been than true release. She sobbed and shuddered through it, deeply ashamed at her own body for reacting in such a way to this abuse. Mr Weller purred with delight as she twitched around his cock, teasing out thick strings of spunk. As he eased himself out a thin, white string of fluid linked the pair for a time before it snapped and left a dribble of spunk leaking from her reddened, gaping tailhole.\n“I suppose you've earned a break,” the teacher sighed. He fetched a metal bucket from under his desk, held it beneath her caged cunny, and tapped the release button. Bellatrix whimpered in equal parts shame and relief as the sound of her piss striking metal rang out, long and loud. Her moans of relief quickly shifted back to whimpers of discomfort, however, as the vile chastity cage resumed its torture; every touch felt like the cage was scraping salt across an open wound, so raw were her sensitive parts from the unceasing rubbing.\nMr Weller lifted her down from the table and sent her towards the door with a smack on her backside. “Go have your play, little fox! We'll be doing this all over again after break...” he paused to chuckle at her wretched form, covered in dried piss and leaking cum from beneath her tail. “...and for every day this week!”\n\nThe week was a nightmare that Bellatrix couldn't wake up from. Physically exhausted, and mentally broken, she performed her vile duties in a daze, moving from the role of living toilet to Mr Weller's fleshlight and back, her only relief the ruined orgasms and occasional permission to piss.\nBy the last day of the school week, word about her had gotten around. A voluntaras from another class, a horse boy of twelve, even dared to invite himself over to “use the facilities”. Mr Weller was delighted to allow it.\nThe horse walked into the classroom, calm and confident. He was fully nude with his half-hard cock on display. The boy took a seat at Bellatrix's desk and grinned at her the entire lesson, drinking soda from a can whenever he caught her staring. When he was ready, he summoned her over with a rude whistle, and as she had countless times before, the little fox crawled under the desk to meet her fate. He was fully erect by the time she arrived; her paws seemed tiny compared to the colossal girth that waited for her. She eased the horse meat down into place and slid her maw over it, choking a little as the broad, thick head pushed against the back of her throat. She closed her eyes and waited, but the horse had other plans; he reached down, grabbed her head, and pulled down hard until her nose hit his crotch.\nShocked and choking, Bellatrix fought desperately to pull back enough to breathe, but the older boy had her in a vice like grip. She began to retch as a heavy stream smacked into the back of her throat, forcing her to frantically swallow to avoid breathing in his piss. She flailed at his legs in a panic, tears streaking down her messy, unwashed face, displacing a week's worth of piss droplets as she fought with what little strength she had left. Just when she was about to black out, the horse finally relented and pulled out, letting the last of his release wash across her chest.\nBellatrix gulped air, heaving and sobbing, only to realise too late her torment wasn't over. The horse rammed his cock back into her maw once more, pinning her head down for a moment, then letting her pull back. She got halfway off his cock before he ground her snout into his crotch again, filling her nose with his musk. He rocked her head back and forth, fucking her like a toy, caring nothing for her tears or the panicked, choking sounds she made each time his cock forced its way down her throat. Why would he? She was a penitatas, which meant she deserved punishment – and oh, how he was enjoying this punishment!\nLetting out a loud, shameless whinny, Bellatrix had her face ploughed into his crotch one last time as the bulging cock began to twitch, each spasm sending a gush of equine spunk down into her stomach. The scent was overwhelming, filling her sinuses, drowning out even the scent of old piss that clung to her. She stayed where he left her, sobbing under the desk, until the end of day bell rang.\n\nHer father, Roger, carried her home in a dirty old blanket. Carrying the trembling fox to her room, he spoke softly as they reached her bed. “I imagine you'd be willing to do anything to get that cage off by now, am I right?”\nBellatrix opened her eyes and looked up at her Penny parent, daring to hope there might actually be some kindness there. “W-what do I have to do?”\nThe wolf set her down. He unfastened his belt, letting his bulging cock pop free of its restraints. Bellatrix felt a shiver run through her body; he was somehow bigger than the horse she'd had to suck earlier! Roger lay down on her bed, calmly stroking himself as he spoke. “If you want out of that cage, you have to ride me. I want your pussy, and you will take every inch, knot and all. You do that, and the cage goes away. I'll even throw in a bath for you.”\nAs terrible as the idea seemed, there was no chance the fox would refuse. She crawled over, limbs shaking, and presented her crotch for the wolf to release the cage. As soon as the device fell away, the potent scent of a week's edging wafted across the bed, making Bellatrix whimper in shame and drawing a lustful growl from Roger. “Hop to it, girl!”\nMoving slowly, Bellatrix raised her tail and stood over her father. She took his pulsing red cock in her paws and eased the tip to her reddened, dripping passage. The touch made her yelp, raw from a week of constant teasing, but she managed to take the tip and slowly, inch by inch, lowered herself down. She made it half way before his length and girth was too much, hovering there in the hope he'd be satisfied. “It's all or nothing,” he growled. “Take the knot or it's back in the cage!”\nA frightened sob replied to the threat. Closing her eyes, and breathing rapidly to steel herself for the pain to come, Bellatrix balled her paws into fists and thrust her hips down as hard as she could. A fiery bolt of agony sliced through her as the knot pulled her pussy wide and her hips slapped against the wolf's crotch. A wail of agony roared from her maw as she twitched and trembled, overcome by pain as the massive cock ripped her insides. She dared glance down to see a thin trickle of blood seeping into Roger's pubic fur. “Looks like I popped your cheery,” he purred, clearly savouring every twitch and squirm she made.\nKnowing she'd never be able to pull off the knot, Bellatrix resigned herself to finishing the job. She ground her hips back and forth, each sway stabbing at her insides and making her sob all the harder. She'd wanted her first time as a rejuve to be with Anton! Instead, like everything else, what should have been pleasurable had turned to pain. Her sobs and whimpers were joined by lustful grunts and moans of her father, who bucked and ground in time with her movements.\nDespite the pain and shame, a vile, perverse pleasure built inside the little fox's loins. The bulging cock was stroking every single stretched nerve of her pussy, and his coarse pubic fur was like a brush against her long-abused clit. Sensing her hesitation, Roger gripped her hips and ground her all the harder, forcefully rubbing her crotch back and forth. “N-not like this! No!” the vixen howled as her weeks of built up sexual frustration finally had an outlet. Bellatrix threw back her head and let out a shameful, vulpine yowl as she was pushed into climax. Her whole body shook and spasmed, finally able to get full release instead of a cruel, ruined climax the edging and anal had brought on. A shameful spurt of piss squirted across her father's crotch as she whimpered through the long orgasm – after her week of torture, the act of pissing had become so embedded into her sense of relief that she couldn't help but wet herself during climax.\n“Oh, what a good girl!” Roger gasped, delighting in how his little vixen clenched through her cumming. But he was far from done. Pleasure once more gave way to pain for Bellatrix as he continued to grind her, overstimulating her already frayed little nerves, as if he wanted to rob her of even that brief release that her orgasm provided. Her sexual moans quickly turned back to yelps and whimpers of pain, then to full-blown bawling tears as her pussy was ground by the oversized cock until not a single mote of pleasure was left for her. Only then, when she was utterly spent, did he finally shoot his load. Each pulse made the fox shiver, her entire body convulsing at the sensation of hot, wolfish seed filling her womb. She sat for several minutes more, hiding her tearful face behind her paws, waiting for what felt like hours until her father's cock finally began to soften, and she could pull herself free. Thick strings of spunk, flecked with speckles of blood oozed from her pussy as she stood up on aching legs. She hovered for a moment, then her knees buckled. Roger caught her, holding her close to his chest. He sniffed. “God, you stink!” he laughed. “Come on, let's get you into a bath.”\nWarm soapy water, long since denied, was absolute bliss for the exhausted little fox. She was so relieved that she fell asleep in the bath and had to be shaken awake by her father to prevent her slipping under. He scrubbed every inch, and while the rubbing on her cunny was painful, the rest was a welcome relief. She even dared smile again, feeling genuine joy at smelling of lavender instead of dry piss. Once scrubbed, she was put into clean panties and a nice, girly dress. Her mother, meanwhile, changed her bedding to give her fresh, clean sheets to sleep in. At last, her torment was over!\nThe family enjoyed an evening meal, spoilt only by an unexpected sound. Both wolves looked up from their plates in surprise at the sound of liquid spraying into fabric. Bellatrix let out a yelp of surprise, feeling the shameful warmth spreading over her crotch. Denied the ability to piss on her own, she had forgotten how to hold her bladder! “I'm sorry!” she wailed, “I didn't mean to!”\n“It's alright, Bella. We can take care of that.” Jane assured her, stepping up from the table and heading upstairs while Roger removed the soiled panties and wiped her crotch with a towel, muttering he had 'just cleaned this' as he did so.\nWhen Jane returned, Bellatrix gazed at her solution in horror. A scream of terror tore from her throat. Her mother was holding the chastity cage.", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Mere days ago, Bellatrix had been a headstrong woman; a fox defiant of the Grax Confederation, those who called her subject, and willing to defy their laws to empower their enemies. In that short time she had been rejuvenated, her body reverted to that of a nine year old cub, and subject to an unceasing barrage of torture. For hour upon hour, the vixen's urethra, anus, and vaginal passage had been abused by paw and machine alike, torture that continued long after she surrendered and gave them everything they wanted.
They left her a silent, mind-broken husk, so utterly destroyed that even when her binds were removed she made no effort to flee. Her pain was so all consuming it barely registered when the machines raping every hole had been removed. It was not until the rays of morning sunlight burned her eyes and she was passed into the care of a grey wolf couple named Roger and Jane did she truly believe her torment was at an end.
Her first few weeks as a 'real' penitatas were difficult. It wasn't she was rebellious, quite the opposite, in fact; the fear of being returned to the Inquisition meant she never put a toe out of line! No, the difficulty came from finding herself again, from clawing out of the dark pit her torturers had left her in. For weeks, she moved about her new home like an automaton, silently complying with whatever order, however humiliating or painful, with barely a whimper.
Her path to salvation was named Anton. He lived in the same apartment building as Bellatrix, a tall, handsome feline boy with midnight black fur and emerald eyes. He was quiet and contrite around the adults, but when alone with Bellatrix he had a swashbuckler's charm about him. He span tall tales of high adventure that Bellatrix clung to like a life ring on a storm tossed sea, first wishing to take part in such adventures as a heroine, then later, wishing to be the woman on his arm by the end. Thanks to Anton, Bellatrix learned to smile and laugh again.
A year had passed, and now her home rang with five voices singing her a happy birthday. Anton and his parents were her only guests, but he was all she wanted. After they'd eaten the cake and opened her meagre presents, Anton and Bellatrix were allowed to go to her room and play. The way he smiled at those words left her mouth dry and lower lips moist.
The moment her bedroom door clicked shut, the little fox turned to grip Anton's paws. She eased up on her toes to come almost eye to eye with him. “Was that dress the only present you got me?”
The cat let out a playful purr that sent her heart fluttering. “What else did you want?”
She leaned in for a kiss. The soft touch of his lips against hers made her body melt. His arms wrapped around her back and held tight as her limbs lost their strength, surrendering completely to him. He walked her to the bed and eased her down, his growing arousal obvious by its rubbing against her through his shorts. She lay back and let his paws reach under her skirt, lifting her hips to let her panties slide away. A hungry tongue lapped over her private place, drawing a gasp of lustful delight from the vixen.
That moment of pleasure, however fleeting, was robbed from her as quickly as it came. The door swung open and her father stepped in. “Anton! Bellatrix!” The boy jumped back, pants round his knees and young arousal on full display. Roger growled at the young man, “I think it's time you went home. Get!”
Having sent her soulmate scrabbling away, Roger turned all his focus on Bellatrix. “We made it perfectly clear to you that penitatas are not allowed relationships! It seems you need a reminder of that.”
With a sigh, more born of sexual frustration than regret, Bellatrix rolled onto her stomach and lifted her skirt, presenting her backside for a spanking. “Stay like that until I return,” he said, and she complied. It was better than fighting; after the violation she'd suffered, a few minutes under the paddle was a cake-walk! It would hurt, but then she'd be sent to bed early and could at least rub herself to completion as a consolation prize...
She heard both parents enter the room, and to her surprise, Roger pressed his full weight down on her back to pin her. “Do it quick,” he said, and Bellatrix felt the hellish sensation of cold, lubricated metal probing for her piss hole. Nightmarish memories resurfaced, and as her father predicted, she tried to scramble away.
“No! No no no!” the little fox screamed in terror. In her mind she was back in the torture chamber, back on the rack, about to have a burning brush rammed deep inside of her. Tears streaked from her eyes as the trauma of that day resurfaced, so vivid she barely registered how this intruder was not bristled at all. She felt it wind deeper, and as it came to rest at the base of her bladder, Bellatrix felt her crotch enveloped by a cool, but firm plate. She began to steady, snapping back to reality as the device was locked tight around her thighs and waist. Once secure, both parents released her.
“That belt stays on until we're satisfied you've learned not to play with your parts, or anyone else's!” Roger scolded her.
Her mother flashed a cruel grin. “The straps are gene-locked, so only your father and I can remove them. Oh, I almost forgot!” Bellatrix flinched as her mother reached down to cup the metal plate now completely covering her cunny. As the wolf's thumb touched a glassy rectangle over her clit it lit up a bright green, and moments later the vixen felt the inside of her cage begin to move. Subtle little nubs began to move back and forth, pressing gently, but firmly against her clit while larger ones wriggled against her moistened labia. She glanced down at the belt in confusion. This felt... nice? How was it a punishment?
She decided to make the best of it. Lying back on her bed, she let her mind drift into fantasies of Anton, imagining him back between her legs, licking away, teasing her clit with his strong, soft paws. Soon enough, deep and lustful moans filled the air of the bedroom as Bellatrix bucked her hips against the imagined tongue, wishing her cage would rub faster. Closer and closer her release came, but always delayed because of the lazy teasing that brought her to what she thought was her peak, only to find release was just out of reach. Her lustful pressure built to the point of agony, her moans giving way to pent-up huffs and yiffs of desperation as her climax drew ever nearer...
Her eyes snapped open in horror. The cage had gone completely still just as she reached her release, leaving her denied at the final moment. “N-not now! Keep going!” she shrieked, pawing at the device in a desperate bid to get it working again. For a full minute she scrabbled at her self, unable to change the chastity cage's behaviour, nor even wriggle a finger beyond its vice-like grip to stimulate herself. Then, in midst of her desperation, the slow teasing began again. This time she took no pleasure in it, for she realised exactly what it would do.
In panic, she ran from her room to find her parents, both sat together in the lounge. They grinned at their desperate little fox, no doubt fully aware of why she was so distressed. “Please don't tease me like this! Please!” she begged them, all the while feeling the vile cage carelessly teasing her back to the brink.
“We couldn't take it off if we wanted to,” her father said with a cruel smirk. “Once it's locked in place it has to run for at least twenty-four hours.”
The revelation came just as the machine teased her back to the brink. Her soft whimper was a delight for her parents as she shuddered on the edge of cumming, only for her cage to once more rob her of stimulation. She threw back her head and wailed in desperation, which prompted her mother to approach and wrap a suspiciously kind arm around the girl.
“There there, sweetie. Tell you what, we'll make the cage give you an orgasm if you like. All you have to do is wet yourself.”
“Y-you mean right now?”
“That's right. Make a messy puddle right here, and you can have an orgasm.”
A deep, shameful blush formed beneath the fox's orange furred cheeks. Both parents watched intently as she squirmed, considering her options. In the end, the cage decided for her; the rubbing resumed, and Bellatrix decided she could accept a little humiliation in exchange for mercy. She relaxed, loosening her bladder, and felt the piss within her start to flow for just a moment. Then, nothing. Just a pressure, an unwelcome blockage.
“I guess she doesn't want to cum,” Roger said with a shrug.
“I'm trying! I can't pee with that tube you put in me!” Bellatrix wailed.
Her parents' faces lit up with delight at her protests. Her father's tail even gave a subtle wag. “Then I guess you'll go without. Back to your room, little lady! Or we'll make this far worse for you!”
The fox stormed away, tears of shame and frustration rolling down her cheeks. How could they make this worse? Left in her room with scarcely any distractions, she spent her evening tossing and turning on her bed, or walking in circles on her little floor space, trying to find any place or position she could be comfortable in. The edging was constant, bringing her to the brink of climax time and again, only for her to be denied at the last moment. Worse, the pressure on her bladder was building, a constant reminder of her own inability to relieve herself. She had to stop her pacing because the pressure in her bladder made it painful to walk, and resorted to lying curled on her bed. She tried and tried to force her piss past the sounding tube, but not a drop spilt out.
It was her mother who finally came to check on her. Jane settled on the bed next to the sobbing little fox and ran a tender paw across her cheek. “P-please ma'! I'm gonna burst! You've gotta' let me pee!” The words tumbled out in desperation.
“I'll let you have a little leak, but just a little,” Jane's paw crept across the cage and touched one of its controls. Bellatrix let out a yelp of surprise as the pressure inside relented and a forceful stream of dark piss sprayed across her bedding. Yet the moan of relief had barely escaped her lips before her mother tapped the cage again, preventing her from urinating once more. “There, that was more than enough.”
A vulpine howl echoed from the fox's maw. “I'm still full! You can't do this to me!”
“Oh yes I can! You go right to bed!” the wolfess snapped back. “Lie in your mess and go to sleep, and maybe we'll let you have a proper piss in the morning.” With those harsh words she left the fox to her misery, curled up on her wet bedding and bawling in dread anticipation of the long night to come.

The closest thing Bellatrix got to sleep was when she blacked out from exhaustion. She awoke to a sharp, stabbing pain as her over-full bladder was stretched to near bursting. Even the act of sitting up caused so much agony she briefly blacked out again. When she came to, all she could do was scream for help until her parents arrived, and finally gave her some respite. They held her up and touched the yellow button on her chastity cage, letting her bladder empty over the sheets. The stream was so forceful it splashed over her thighs, leaving yellow streaks across her orange fur. This time they let out most of her bladder before stopping the flow and marching her downstairs for breakfast. She didn't bother to ask if she'd be given a bath before school.
With the agony of her bladder gone, the torture of the edging came back into focus. Having been rubbed and teased all night, her clit and cunny were swollen and hyper-sensitive; what had once been gentle teasing now felt like sandpaper scraped over her privates, to the point where even the promise of a climax now seemed like torture in and of itself. There was no sympathy from her parents, who pushed her towards the front door as soon as her plate was cleared. “W-wait! I'm going to school naked?” she blurted out in shock.
“Naked? You're wearing that cage!” her father replied in a mocking tone.
She arrived at school earlier than usual, but there were still plenty of rejuves around to gawk at Bellatrix as she scurried along to class, red-faced with embarrassment. It was a Penny School, a place that existed as much to make penitatas miserable as much as educate them, and her teacher, Mr Weller, was an exemplar of this philosophy. The otter met Bellatrix with a smirk as she stepped into the empty room. His eyes lingered hungrily on that particular instrument. “Don't bother going to your seat,” he said as she went to cross the room. “Come stand here, next to me.”
Bellatrix took up her appointed spot, ears flat against her skull and tail limp behind her. Mr Weller made her stand with paws behind her back. “You have an important job today, my little fox. You're going to be the class urinal. Whenever someone has to go, you will drink it up straight from the source!”
“What? No!” Bellatrix blurted out. “I'm not doing that, it's disgusting!”
The otter's gaze drifted back to her chastity cage. “Then you're going to have to endure the entire day with no bathroom break of your own.”
A jolt of terror ran down the fox's spine. Her parents had made her drink plenty of water during breakfast. That liquid would already be working through her system, slowly filling her bladder...
“You have until the first 'potty break' to decide.” A look of glee formed on the otter's face, his whiskers twitching with delight as he turned towards the classroom door. The rest of the pupils began to file in, all carrying full water bottles. “Good, I see you've all got the memo! It's important you all stay hydrated for your lessons! In fact, everyone drink up before we begin!”
The rejuves obeyed, and Mr Weller went on with his class. It was a lesson about the art of corporal punishment; the otter spoke with pride about how corporal punishment had been refined to an art form over the centuries. Bellatrix's shame only grew as, despite her best efforts, the constant genital torture of the chastity belt left her huffing and whimpering each time it brought her close to climax. Some of her fellow penitatas gave her sympathetic glances, while other rejuves savoured her humiliation. Mr Weller made no effort to conceal the considerable bulge in his pants.
Halfway through the lesson, a young lizard boy raised a sheepish paw. “Mr Weller? I need to go to the bathroom.”
He glanced down at Bellatrix, who was squirming on the brink of orgasm yet again. A loud yelp slipped from her maw and a single, pent-up tear rolled down her cheek. “Well? What's it going to be?”
She stared at the teacher, lips curling into a defiant snarl, only to be silenced by a subtle sense of pressure on her innards. She couldn't afford to wait the whole day to go! Snapping her head down, she marched towards the lizard boy. The entire class watched as she crawled under his desk, and she tried to drown out the lewd whispering as she reached for his shorts. “Let her do her duty!” Mr Weller barked as the boy reached down to stop her.
Easing the shorts down to his ankles, Bellatrix took the boy's flaccid cock in paw and steered it into her mouth. She closed her lips around it, forming a seal, and waited. After a few words from the teacher, the boy let out a shamed little whimper of his own, and let go. Hot, bitter liquid splashed against the back of her throat, making her cough and gag, but she managed to keep the piss in her maw. The boy eased the flow, giving her a moment to swallow, before resuming. He pissed in steady spurts, a muzzle-full at a time, as ashamed by this ordeal as Bellatrix herself. When his spurts of piss trickled away, Bellatrix lapped the last drops off the end of his tongue and crawled from under his desk, red-faced and tearful, trying in vain to scrape the taste of piss off her tongue with her teeth.
“Sir! I need to pee as well!” a feminine voice rang out. The girl was a rabbit, a voluntaras – someone who'd become a child again of their own free will. She was in the class because she got off on seeing penitatas suffer. There was nothing but cruelty in her grin as Bellatrix slunk under her desk. The white-furred bunny raised her hips to let her panties slide off, but that was the only kindness she offered. Before Bellatrix could make any kind of seal over the rabbit's cunny, a fierce flow of piss splashed across her chest. Yelping in shock, she hastily put her maw into the flow, desperately trying to swallow the vile stream, but the rabbit had no desire to cooperate, and each time Bellatrix gagged or retched she received a splash of piss across her face. All the while, as she suffered and struggled, the uncaring chastity belt tickled her clit to the edge of cumming, short-circuiting her mind, drawing vile connections between the rancid taste of piss and the promise of sexual relief. When the stream finally stopped, the miserable fox crawled out from under the desk and stood for the class to gawp at; hiccuping, red-faced, with fur soaked and stinking.
She repeated this ordeal for half the class, making a mental note of those who were kind and those who, like the rabbit, tormented her. All the while, her own need for relief built and built, the piss of half a dozen rejuves mixing with her own to once again stretch her bladder to its limits. When the bell rang for a break, Bellatrix waddled over to her teacher, grunting and huffing from both the merciless edging and the agony of her bladder. “S-sir... please...”
Mr Weller licked his lips in vile anticipation of what was to come. “If you want to go so badly, you'll have to do a little more to earn it. Up on the desk, on your stomach!”
A sob fell from the fox's maw as she eased herself onto the wooden desk. Lying down put more pressure on her already tortured bladder! She craned her neck to see what the otter had planned, and her eyes widened in horror as he opened his pants to reveal his hardened, dribbling cock. Before she could react, the teacher grabbed her hips and pulled her towards his waiting member, pushing his pre-soaked tip against her anal ring. A shriek of agony rang out across the classroom as Mr Weller thrust deep into her, his cock stretching her insides and adding yet more agonising pressure to her already bulging bladder. His rapid thrusting stretched her anus painfully wide, rubbing it raw without a drop of lube, and each hard, deep thrust sent stabbing pressure pains through her gut. Through thick, desperate tears she wailed at him, “I'm gonna burst!”
The vile clit rubbing continued, as it had for countless hours, coaxing her to the brink of climax at the worst possible moment. The otter gripped her tail tight, using it as leverage as he thrust into her as hard as he could, slamming his hips against her soft, furred cheeks. “Here... I... come!” he grunted out, roaring with delight as he reached his climax.
Bellatrix felt all her torments come together in a single, vile moment. The chastity cage edged her right to the brink of orgasm, as it had innumerable times before, but this time she had the hard, pounding stimulation of a cock in her ass to tease her just over the edge. It was a vile climax, a ruined orgasm, more a hint of what could have been than true release. She sobbed and shuddered through it, deeply ashamed at her own body for reacting in such a way to this abuse. Mr Weller purred with delight as she twitched around his cock, teasing out thick strings of spunk. As he eased himself out a thin, white string of fluid linked the pair for a time before it snapped and left a dribble of spunk leaking from her reddened, gaping tailhole.
“I suppose you've earned a break,” the teacher sighed. He fetched a metal bucket from under his desk, held it beneath her caged cunny, and tapped the release button. Bellatrix whimpered in equal parts shame and relief as the sound of her piss striking metal rang out, long and loud. Her moans of relief quickly shifted back to whimpers of discomfort, however, as the vile chastity cage resumed its torture; every touch felt like the cage was scraping salt across an open wound, so raw were her sensitive parts from the unceasing rubbing.
Mr Weller lifted her down from the table and sent her towards the door with a smack on her backside. “Go have your play, little fox! We'll be doing this all over again after break...” he paused to chuckle at her wretched form, covered in dried piss and leaking cum from beneath her tail. “...and for every day this week!”

The week was a nightmare that Bellatrix couldn't wake up from. Physically exhausted, and mentally broken, she performed her vile duties in a daze, moving from the role of living toilet to Mr Weller's fleshlight and back, her only relief the ruined orgasms and occasional permission to piss.
By the last day of the school week, word about her had gotten around. A voluntaras from another class, a horse boy of twelve, even dared to invite himself over to “use the facilities”. Mr Weller was delighted to allow it.
The horse walked into the classroom, calm and confident. He was fully nude with his half-hard cock on display. The boy took a seat at Bellatrix's desk and grinned at her the entire lesson, drinking soda from a can whenever he caught her staring. When he was ready, he summoned her over with a rude whistle, and as she had countless times before, the little fox crawled under the desk to meet her fate. He was fully erect by the time she arrived; her paws seemed tiny compared to the colossal girth that waited for her. She eased the horse meat down into place and slid her maw over it, choking a little as the broad, thick head pushed against the back of her throat. She closed her eyes and waited, but the horse had other plans; he reached down, grabbed her head, and pulled down hard until her nose hit his crotch.
Shocked and choking, Bellatrix fought desperately to pull back enough to breathe, but the older boy had her in a vice like grip. She began to retch as a heavy stream smacked into the back of her throat, forcing her to frantically swallow to avoid breathing in his piss. She flailed at his legs in a panic, tears streaking down her messy, unwashed face, displacing a week's worth of piss droplets as she fought with what little strength she had left. Just when she was about to black out, the horse finally relented and pulled out, letting the last of his release wash across her chest.
Bellatrix gulped air, heaving and sobbing, only to realise too late her torment wasn't over. The horse rammed his cock back into her maw once more, pinning her head down for a moment, then letting her pull back. She got halfway off his cock before he ground her snout into his crotch again, filling her nose with his musk. He rocked her head back and forth, fucking her like a toy, caring nothing for her tears or the panicked, choking sounds she made each time his cock forced its way down her throat. Why would he? She was a penitatas, which meant she deserved punishment – and oh, how he was enjoying this punishment!
Letting out a loud, shameless whinny, Bellatrix had her face ploughed into his crotch one last time as the bulging cock began to twitch, each spasm sending a gush of equine spunk down into her stomach. The scent was overwhelming, filling her sinuses, drowning out even the scent of old piss that clung to her. She stayed where he left her, sobbing under the desk, until the end of day bell rang.

Her father, Roger, carried her home in a dirty old blanket. Carrying the trembling fox to her room, he spoke softly as they reached her bed. “I imagine you'd be willing to do anything to get that cage off by now, am I right?”
Bellatrix opened her eyes and looked up at her Penny parent, daring to hope there might actually be some kindness there. “W-what do I have to do?”
The wolf set her down. He unfastened his belt, letting his bulging cock pop free of its restraints. Bellatrix felt a shiver run through her body; he was somehow bigger than the horse she'd had to suck earlier! Roger lay down on her bed, calmly stroking himself as he spoke. “If you want out of that cage, you have to ride me. I want your pussy, and you will take every inch, knot and all. You do that, and the cage goes away. I'll even throw in a bath for you.”
As terrible as the idea seemed, there was no chance the fox would refuse. She crawled over, limbs shaking, and presented her crotch for the wolf to release the cage. As soon as the device fell away, the potent scent of a week's edging wafted across the bed, making Bellatrix whimper in shame and drawing a lustful growl from Roger. “Hop to it, girl!”
Moving slowly, Bellatrix raised her tail and stood over her father. She took his pulsing red cock in her paws and eased the tip to her reddened, dripping passage. The touch made her yelp, raw from a week of constant teasing, but she managed to take the tip and slowly, inch by inch, lowered herself down. She made it half way before his length and girth was too much, hovering there in the hope he'd be satisfied. “It's all or nothing,” he growled. “Take the knot or it's back in the cage!”
A frightened sob replied to the threat. Closing her eyes, and breathing rapidly to steel herself for the pain to come, Bellatrix balled her paws into fists and thrust her hips down as hard as she could. A fiery bolt of agony sliced through her as the knot pulled her pussy wide and her hips slapped against the wolf's crotch. A wail of agony roared from her maw as she twitched and trembled, overcome by pain as the massive cock ripped her insides. She dared glance down to see a thin trickle of blood seeping into Roger's pubic fur. “Looks like I popped your cheery,” he purred, clearly savouring every twitch and squirm she made.
Knowing she'd never be able to pull off the knot, Bellatrix resigned herself to finishing the job. She ground her hips back and forth, each sway stabbing at her insides and making her sob all the harder. She'd wanted her first time as a rejuve to be with Anton! Instead, like everything else, what should have been pleasurable had turned to pain. Her sobs and whimpers were joined by lustful grunts and moans of her father, who bucked and ground in time with her movements.
Despite the pain and shame, a vile, perverse pleasure built inside the little fox's loins. The bulging cock was stroking every single stretched nerve of her pussy, and his coarse pubic fur was like a brush against her long-abused clit. Sensing her hesitation, Roger gripped her hips and ground her all the harder, forcefully rubbing her crotch back and forth. “N-not like this! No!” the vixen howled as her weeks of built up sexual frustration finally had an outlet. Bellatrix threw back her head and let out a shameful, vulpine yowl as she was pushed into climax. Her whole body shook and spasmed, finally able to get full release instead of a cruel, ruined climax the edging and anal had brought on. A shameful spurt of piss squirted across her father's crotch as she whimpered through the long orgasm – after her week of torture, the act of pissing had become so embedded into her sense of relief that she couldn't help but wet herself during climax.
“Oh, what a good girl!” Roger gasped, delighting in how his little vixen clenched through her cumming. But he was far from done. Pleasure once more gave way to pain for Bellatrix as he continued to grind her, overstimulating her already frayed little nerves, as if he wanted to rob her of even that brief release that her orgasm provided. Her sexual moans quickly turned back to yelps and whimpers of pain, then to full-blown bawling tears as her pussy was ground by the oversized cock until not a single mote of pleasure was left for her. Only then, when she was utterly spent, did he finally shoot his load. Each pulse made the fox shiver, her entire body convulsing at the sensation of hot, wolfish seed filling her womb. She sat for several minutes more, hiding her tearful face behind her paws, waiting for what felt like hours until her father's cock finally began to soften, and she could pull herself free. Thick strings of spunk, flecked with speckles of blood oozed from her pussy as she stood up on aching legs. She hovered for a moment, then her knees buckled. Roger caught her, holding her close to his chest. He sniffed. “God, you stink!” he laughed. “Come on, let's get you into a bath.”
Warm soapy water, long since denied, was absolute bliss for the exhausted little fox. She was so relieved that she fell asleep in the bath and had to be shaken awake by her father to prevent her slipping under. He scrubbed every inch, and while the rubbing on her cunny was painful, the rest was a welcome relief. She even dared smile again, feeling genuine joy at smelling of lavender instead of dry piss. Once scrubbed, she was put into clean panties and a nice, girly dress. Her mother, meanwhile, changed her bedding to give her fresh, clean sheets to sleep in. At last, her torment was over!
The family enjoyed an evening meal, spoilt only by an unexpected sound. Both wolves looked up from their plates in surprise at the sound of liquid spraying into fabric. Bellatrix let out a yelp of surprise, feeling the shameful warmth spreading over her crotch. Denied the ability to piss on her own, she had forgotten how to hold her bladder! “I'm sorry!” she wailed, “I didn't mean to!”
“It's alright, Bella. We can take care of that.” Jane assured her, stepping up from the table and heading upstairs while Roger removed the soiled panties and wiped her crotch with a towel, muttering he had 'just cleaned this' as he did so.
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