[center][b]Wayward Daughter
By: VeronicaFoxx
For: Dreixes[/b][/center]

Jessica Charming dangled from the ceiling of the torture chamber, aching in every part of her body.  Every part that remained.  She had more of herself than usual considering how long it had been since her last rejuvenation treatment.  She still had her eyes, for one, which wasn't necessarily a good thing.  Her eyelids had been removed, and the constant dryness was infuriatingly irritating.  The constant drip of urine onto her raw orbs did not help things.  She was currently curled backwards onto herself with the capped stumps of her knees chained together, the links threaded through an eyelet at the end of a dildo that had been shoved down her throat.  Mistress had tightened it so that the throat-straining latex (thankfully without a hard core) was rammed down her gullet so hard that breathing was impossible.  Yet, at the same time, her similarly capped and stumped arms had been wrenched behind her with the chain that linked the caps together trailing back into her cunt.  A pear of anguish had been forced into her so deeply that it's opened petals ravaged the walls of her womb.  By using the pear as leverage and flexing her arms, she could bend herself even further, gaining a few moments to gasp in air before her trembling muscles gave out yet again and rammed the fake cock back into place.

The urine dripping onto her eyes came from her own bladder, a catheter line sticking out of her urethra linked to a brace atop her head that allowed a metered drizzle to drop onto her eyeballs.  It kept them hydrated and lubricated, but they itched horribly, and she knew that they were blood red from the irritation.  A steel bar riveted to the back of her skull and the vertebrae of her neck kept her from turning her turning or tilting her head, preventing her from escaping either the catheter drip or the suffocating dildo.  It also ensured that she could not relieve any of the pressure on her short muzzle and sinus cavities.  The rope that suspended her was attached to an anal plug (also a pear of anguish) on one end and to a carabiner on the other.  The carabiner was a permanent fixture.  Many though it was a piercing, but it had been custom crafted and surgically implanted, the long sides shoved up through her nostrils and seated in her sinus cavities, allowing all kinds of wonderful bondage opportunities.  When Mistress was feeling kindly, it was used to attach her leash.  When Mistress was upset, it was often used by itself to suspend her, putting the whole of her remaining body weight upon it.  With weights added to further her suffering depending on just [i]how[/i] upset Mistress happened to be, and that was even before the real torture began.

Thankfully, Mistress was currently pleased with her.  The torment that was already being visited upon her was sufficient.  Instead, their trip to Hermopolis had been entirely for monetary gain.  Over the three decades and some that she had been with Mistress, she had been bred many times.  Many of her litters had failed to survive long enough to be born.  More of them had been killed shortly after birth to provide Mistress fresh, tender meat or been sold off for similar use.  Only a small few, thirteen at the moment, had been kept and raised for Mistress's personal use and pleasure.  They were treated far more nicely than Jessica herself, which was only right; Jessica was a worthless waste of space, life, and energy, her only purpose provided by service and obedience to Mistress.  What offspring she was forced to give birth to had more worth and meaning than herself thanks to having been sired on her by individuals who were far more worthy than she could ever hope of aspiring to be.

One such child, now aged ten and primed for breeding, was about to be given purpose by Mistress.  The tigress fawned over the child whose name Jessica had not been allowed to know.  Instead of her own brown spotted with white, the young rabbit had a lovely sandy blonde coat with a few patches of black.  Jessica had no idea who the father had been, but that was as Mistress intended.  The lapine slave was often gangraped for days on end when she was most fertile, so it was never really certain who might have sired any of her kittens.  Mistress had also not told Jessica who or what was to breed her daughter, but Mistress had agreed that she would be allowed to watch when she had asked.  The first breeding was important in any female's life, and she hoped that the fruit of her loins would prove to be worthwhile to Mistress.  It might, possibly, reflect a small amount of that worth back onto Jessica herself.

With her eardrums popped and Mistress facing away from her, she could unfortunately not make out what Mistress was saying to the blonde rabbit, but the young girl was nodding along in properly deferential fashion with a happy smile upon her face.  Then the tigress straightened and patted the girl on the head before gesturing towards the breeding stand that stood in the center of the chamber.  The young bunny skipped over to it and climbed atop it, allowing Mistress to fasten her to it.  She was faced towards Jessica, and she gave the dangling lapine a wide grin, wiggling her fluffy tail towards the darkness behind her.  Then Jessica saw the massive form of the breeder as they stepped forward out of the darkness.  Ah.  That was unfortunate.  It was most certainly not the blonde kit's first sexual encounter, but it would be impressive if she managed to survive this particular encounter.  Mistress then came over to Jessica, blocking her view momentarily, filling her vision instead with the majestically beautiful black-striped orange and golden eyes of the only person of any importance in her entire world (besides the [i]very[/i] few of her siblings that maintained contact, but those were insignificant next to Mistress.

"Watch carefully, meat," the tigress told her.  "This will be [i]your[/i] next breeding partner, as well.  If your womb hasn't been ruined, that is.  Otherwise, she'll be your first after your rejuvenation.  She wants some nice, small, docile pups to sell as meat slaves, and I offered your body for the purpose if your offspring does not suffice."

Then Mistress moved to the side and gripped the chain that stretched between the bunny's stubby upper limbs and the pear in her uterus.  A sharp twist brough slack to the dildo shoved down Jessica's throat, allowing the tigress to remove it.  This was only to allow her ease of breathing; her vocal chords had been removed months ago when Mistress had tired of her anguished cries.  She could not warn her daughter as the gigantic lupine hermaphrodite stepped up behind the young rabbit, whose head was held facing directly towards its mother by the breeding stand's straps.  Jessica instead offered her an encouraging smile as the girl's eyes went wide at feeling the huge, knotted cock that came to rest against her back.

It reached up the girl's spine to let its tip rest between her shoulder blades.  Yet she did not twitch or twist in her bonds.  Though her expression became fearful, and Jessica saw her take gulp with anxiety, she made no attempt at escape.  Instead, she tightened her grip on the stand's handles and settled her paws against the footrests as the enormous shaft was drawn backwards until its tip dipped downward under its own weight.  Jessica saw her breath huffing fast and hard as she felt the wedge-shaped head bob back upwards to press against the space between her legs, but she still did not fight.  Then the wolf's hands came down to grip her.  They were large enough that the digits overlapped when they clasped around her slim waist, and she began to tremble visibly, her expression becoming pained when the herm's hips began pressing forward.  Jessica could imagine the soft whine issuing between the girl's clenched teeth as more and more pressure was applied.  Then the girl's jaws flew open, eyes bulging, limbs taut and straining.  The wolf simply grinned, pausing only a moment with just the massive tip of her cock spearing into the young bunny, then [i]slammed[/i] forward with all the power in her large, muscular body.

The blonde-furred rabbit's mouth worked like a beached fish, eyes cloudy and hazed.  The wolf herm stirred its hips, the thick knot pressed up tight to the young bunny.  Jessica saw its cock clearly outlined against the fur of her daughter's stomach as it twisted and swirled.  When the wolf pulled back, the red-purple of its cock was stained and streaked with a brighter scarlet, and droplets fell to further stain the concrete floor beneath the breeding stand.  The wolf slammed inwards again, and the bolted-down stand actually shook.  The bunny kit's eyes rolled in their sockets, pain and shock making her insensate.  Jessica knew the overwhelming sensations of such agony all too well, and she wished that the girl had been given time to develop a tolerance, but Mistress had apparently deemed it necessary that this be her first introduction to pain.  Which was only increased when the wolf leaned down over the girl and latched bone-crushing jaws onto the kit's right bicep just below the shoulder.

There was a crunch that Jessica could [i]feel[/i].  The fertile kit was unlikely to live through the arterial spurt that followed when the lupine herm twisted its head to tear the limb free and jerked until it parted with the wrist that remained strapped into place.  The wolf shook its head, slinging bloody droplets across the room before beginning to chomp down the limb.  All the while, she continued to drive her hips against her bound victim with relentless, brutal force, obviously intent on getting her knot inside.  It was larger than the blonde kit's head, an impossible fit, but that didn't appear to matter.  Thankfully, the girl seemed to be fading fast from the bloodloss.  Jessica could only hope that her last moments would be numbed by that rather than agonizing.

That was apparently not to be, though.  The herm gripped the girl's hips tightly once more and pressed its knot in hard against the bunny's rump, straining until it finally broke its way in.  Jessica could see bone crumbling and deforming as the girl's pelvis cracked and spread to accommodate it, legs dislocating and the fur of her hind end becoming a misshapen ball as the knot swelled further.  She stared with wide, blank eyes as her stomach began to swell.  She was still alive as white froth began to bubble up from her throat and dribble from the corners of her mouth.  Then red-streaked cum came flooding up to pour from her jaws and nose as whatever organs had been preventing its escape finally gave out.  Jessica was saddened by the loss, more because it meant that the girl had failed to meet Mistress's standards than anything else.  The wolf seemed not to mind, though, dipping its head down to wrap its jaws around the girl's skull before clenching them until gore, chips of bone, and bits of brain began to leak out.  The herm barely bothered to chew as she began to feed, and Mistress stepped in front of the bound rabbit once more to speak.

"It seems she was not to my friend's liking, meat.  You will, I hope, not disappoint her so severely.  I would be loath to lose you, and Hermopolis does not provide rejuvenation services for meat slaves such as yourself.  Try to survive, won't you?"

Jessica nodded her vigorous agreement.  She would survive.  Mistress desired it, so it would be so.  There was nothing that she would not do for Mistress.

[center][b]The End[/b][/center]