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Also, yes, that is what my countdown was about.\n\nDaphne really hoped that 2021 would be a better year than the last one now that lockdown is finally ending, but this turns into the worst day of her life. She wakes up after having been kidnapped from a birthday party was kind of coerced into going to, naked and in a basement. A big dog with an even bigger dick has his way with her while on camera, live streaming the whole thing to D-Gen. 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Daphne really hoped that 2021 would be a better year than the last one now that lockdown is finally ending, but this turns into the worst day of her life. She wakes up after having been kidnapped from a birthday party was kind of coerced into going to, naked and in a basement. A big dog with an even bigger dick has his way with her while on camera, live streaming the whole thing to D-Gen. After the painful abuse, she really just wants to curl up and die, and the dog seems to be willing to help with that last part.

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If you would like early access to my stories, polls, monthly commission raffles, weekly previews and updates, behind the scenes talks, and other bonus content, please consider subscribing to my SubscribeStar", "writing": "\n[center][b]Basement Birthday[/b][/center]\n[center]By XP Author[/center]\n\nDaphne groaned, her mind flashing through vague memories. The last solid memory the rat had had was being dragged out to some party for her 34th birthday by one of her coworkers. It was way too early for her, being only noon, and she barely knew anyone else that worked there. She had only been working at the place for around 10 months, since the middle of 2020, and had only met a few through online meetings. But her boss had insisted on people doing these sorts of group activities. The only reason she went was because she was desperate to go out now that lockdown had just ended... and because the food was free. That was the last solid memory. She didn't even remember where the party was supposed to be.\n\nThings were a fuzzy blur from there, like a half-remembered dream. She remembered getting light headed, people thinking she was drunk, but she didn't really drink, especially that early. There was someone that helped her, but she couldn't remember who it was, just that it was a man. She had a vague image of white and black and blue, maybe fur and clothing? She was helped away, then into a car or truck of some kind. They were moving, though not very fast. The person was talking to her, but she had no idea what the words were.\n\nShe also had a vague memory of being shoved down a set of stairs, almost falling over. Then hands on her... and under her clothes. It was at that point she realized that her clothes were gone, having been yanked off of her rather forcefully, the hands invasively groping all over her body. Whoever was doing it seemed to not be happy with her lack of proper response, and had left her here. She was on a cold, hard ground, though even with her eyes closed, she could tell it was lit well. She could practically hear the light above buzzing annoyingly. Or maybe the buzzing was in her head. It throbbed achingly, and her mouth felt like she was chewing on cotton.\n\nAs her consciousness annoyingly insisted on returning, she finally opened her eyes slowly. She was laying on her back, staring straight up at the bland ceiling above her, seeing it painted an odd grey-blue, the paint chipped here and there. The light above was a harsh white from a fluorescent bulb dangling from the ceiling. She saw it through a set of metal bars that went all the way up to the ceiling as well. She let out another groan as she forced her body to start moving. The wall behind and the floor under here were the same grey-blue color. Against the far wall was a set of metal shelves, some with cans of food, shelf-stable boxed food, small cardboard boxes, or some other kind of clutter she didn't recognize. Most of the shelves were bare. She was in some kind of basement or bunker. Bars surrounded her in a kind of cage, though it reminded her of some old jail cell from the 1800's, like something you might see in an old west movie. The only other thing in the cell with her was a single, uncovered mattress, and the thing looked filthy. It had so many stains, it almost looked like they were a pattern on it. She couldn't tell what the stains were, but many of them looked like blood stains. There were more similar stains on the floor around it, some of them having seeped out across the bars a little.\n\nBringing a hand up to her head, she forced herself to sit up. Her arms and legs ached, but at least they weren't tied. However, she was completely naked. Her fur was a dark brown, almost black, covering an athletic body. Maybe athletic was a stretch, she was pretty skinny overall. She liked to jog as a hobby, but that was about the only kind of work out she got. It left her legs with some light tone, but her arms were skinny, and her belly flat. Her belly was not the only part of her that was flat. Daphne had almost nothing in the way of breasts, barely a bump on her chest. If it wasn't for her long, wavy hair, she could be easily mistaken for a short man, and had been in the past many times. She had also been asked many times if she was trans, but she was not. Just a flat chested woman.\n\nAs she was still trying to get her bearings, the sound of a door opening made her jump. It echoed around her, and she looked to see a set of stairs leading up nearby. She could not see the door from where she was, but she heard when it closed again, then a set of heavy footsteps walking down the stone stairs. The owner came into view at the bottom and her eyes went wide as some of the vague memories clicked into places. The man was some kind of canine, though she couldn't recognize the breed. Possibly a mutt. He looked to be in his early to mid-20's or so, probably a good 10 years younger than her. He had mostly white fur, but had big fsplotchy spots of black and blue splashed all over his body. And she could see them quite clearly, as he was just as naked as she was. The man was huge, too, probably over 6 feet tall, though he was pretty lanky overall. Though the thing that grabbed her attention was his very prominent penis. The thing was... massive, even as it swung mostly limp.\n\nThe man smiled at her as he walked over to the cage, standing just on the other side of the bars from her. \"Well. Looks like you are awake.\"\n\n\"W-where am I?\" She mentally winced at her own stupid question. Like the guy that kidnapped her was going to give her detailed directions.\n\nHe chuckled. \"You're in my basement.\"\n\nShe crawled just a little away, but bumped into the wall behind her after only a few inches. \"W-what do you want with me? I-if you're going to try and hold me hostage or something, I don't have any money and my parents aren't rich...\"\n\nThe man shook his head again. \"Nah. Don't care about money. I got more than enough.\" He gripped one of the bars with one hand, his other going down to start stroking at his shaft, making it come to life a little more. \"I think what I want you for is pretty obvious. I'm going to rape you.\"\n\nShe whimpered, pulling her legs up and trying to hide herself from him as best she could. \"N-no, please!\"\n\nHe chuckled again, still stroking his cock. \"Oh, you can try and hide all you want, but they've already seen you laying there all presented.\"\n\nNow she was confused. \"Th-they?\"\n\nHe nodded. \"Oh yeah.\" He motioned to one of the shelves, pointing at something she had mistaken for just a piece of clutter. \"That's a camera. You're being live-streamed to D-Gen right now.\" He grinned as she let out a terrified squeak, coiling up even more. Though she had no idea what this D-Gen was, but she gathered it was some kind of website by 'live-streamed.' He chuckled, turning to the camera. \"Right. Well, hello, D-Gen! It's me, FreestarDancer. Going to be having some fun with this little rodent cunt. Hope you all enjoy the show! And stick around.\" He turned back to her, reaching out to unlock the cell door, which had some kind of combination lock instead of using a key. \"Oh, you can call me Les. Feel free to moan my name as much as you want.\"\n\nWhen the door opened, she had the though to bolt for it, but she was on the other side of the cell from him, and his body dominated the opening. He also closed it behind him again, then turned back to her. \"Last I looked, we had 93 people watching the stream. So you better give these nice people a good show.\"\n\nShe tried to back away as he stepped closer. \"N-no, please!\" Then she screamed as he stomped down, his foot slamming into her tail so hard he broke several of the little bones inside of it. Her thick, furless tail thrashed under his foot, the rest of her body doing much the same as she tried to yank her tail away.\n\n\"That's right, scream just like that for me.\" He crouched down to grab one of her kicking legs by the ankle. \"I love when you little cunts scream. But don't expect anyone to hear you but me and the people watching and jerking off to you getting raped.\" He yanked her leg, making her cry out as she was jerked closer, her back sliding down the wall to hit the floor hard. He grabbed her other leg and pulled them both apart, exposing her slit to him. \"Mmm, nice. Looks nice and tight. Barely used.\"\n\nHe moved himself forward, slapping his cock against her abdomen. The thing was fully hard now, and it was absolutely massive. \"N-no... p-please! Th-That's too big! I-It can't fit!\" The cock throbbing menacingly against her was almost 11 inches long, and even more terrifyingly, almost three inches wide BEFORE the knot at the base. The pointed, drooling tip was hovering near her navel as it rested against her. There was no way she could fit something like that.\n\nHe grinned at her. \"Thanks. I mean, no T-Bro, sure, but who is?\" He pulled his hips back, positioning the tip at her lower lips. \"But I'll make it fit.\" She suddenly tried to kick at him more, trying to lean up to start slapping him or something, but he just yanked her legs back a little more, lifting her hips up and getting her into an awkward position on her shoulders. \"Here we go!\" He pushed forward, the tip parting her lips. She whined as she felt herself suddenly spreading wide, the hot length pushing up inside of her. At first, it was only a little painful, but as he slid deeper the pain got worse. She started to cry out louder as he had to really shove forward. Very quickly, she was at her limit, begging him to stop.\n\nOf course, he ignored her, pushing harder and harder. \"You'll take it, bitch!\" He shoved again, and she felt everything straining already. \"Just... another... shove!\" He thrust forward again, and her cries became a shriek of agony. Something tore, burning fire filling her lower half. She started to flail under him, thrashing as he held her at the awkward angle. Les laughed as he sank a little deeper, spreading the burning agony deeper into her. \"That's it! Going to fucking ruin this tiny little cunt!\" He laughed again as he started to thrust himself into her. \"No guy will ever be able to fuck this hole ever again.\" As he thrust, his cock got increasingly coated by her blood.\n\nHis hands moved down from her legs, instead grabbing at her chest. \"I do love you little flat bitches, too.\" He gripped hard, making her cry out again as it felt like he was trying to crush her ribs. \"Can feel all the little muscles twitches!\" His hips pumped down at her, his cock sinking a little deeper each time, tearing her a little more. Her tail thrashed, smacking his legs. Each time it hit him, it sent a new shooting pain through her from the broken bones inside. Though that was nothing compared to the agony inside her vagina as he tore it wider and wider.\n\nThen she felt something horrible. His tip slammed up deep inside of her, hitting the back of her pussy with ramming force. It felt like he was trying to punch her from the inside. \"Ah, hit the back, huh? Well, that won't do.\" He shifted his grip to her hips, then started to yank her back against him as he rammed forward. \"Fuck... I'm going to bust through into your womb!\"\n\nShe shook her head again and again. \"N-no! No please! Stop! Y-You're tearing me open!\" She shrieked again as he rammed against her cervix, the last barrier quivering in pain each time he slammed into her.\n\n\"Yeah, that's the idea, slut!\" He shoved forward again and again. \"Gonna tear this little cunt open and fill your womb with my spunk!\" He laughed a little. \"Just... need to get... through... this!\" He grunted with each word, paired with a hard slam forward against that last barrier. As he shoved, her screams grew louder and louder, the pain growing worse. Then her voice left her, caught in her throat with her breath as something moved that shouldn't, paired with the worst pain she had ever felt in her life. He ripped right through her cervix, tearing the thing open in a way it was never meant to. He sank several inches deeper into her, letting out a loud groan as he felt the warmth surrounding him. \"Fuck! I love the feeling of a tight womb!\"\n\nSomething else was bumping against the entrance of her pussy now as he started to really hump down at her. Les realized she had stopped screaming. Looking into her teary, dark blue eyes, he saw they were not looking at anything, but just straight up. She still blinked and gasped in raspy breaths. \"Fuck. I think her brain just turned off.\" He laughed again, ramming him knot against her. \"Well, let's see if getting this into her wakes her back up!\" He gripped her side hard, pulling her back as he started to shove. He heard the rat making whimpering noises, her mouth quivering and more tears starting to flow from her eyes. \"Yeah, still in there somewhere. Just you wait!\"\n\nThe dog shoved harder against her, the same force that had ripped into her womb to begin with. Her lower lips spread wider, tearing even more as the knot was forced more and more into her. He let out a loud cry of pleasure as it suddenly slipped inside in one go, his cock sinking the last few inches into her. Her belly bulged out visibly where his tip pressed up against the inside of it, outlining where his shaft was lodged into her. \"Fuck...\" He started to hump at her in short, hard thrusts, his cock throbbing and pulsing harder and harder. \"Fuck... here it comes! Take it all, little whore!\"\n\nHis knot swelled to its full size, locking him deep inside of her. His cock jerked and twitched, and he let out a loud cry of pleasure as he came. His seed pumped right into her quivering womb, filling the tight space. It did nothing to ease the pain as he dumped a sizable load into her, and actually added to the burning pain. But she had somewhat disassociated from the moment, her mind not letting her feel it in the moment. The dog cumming into her did not seem to mind, groaning and crying out with each blast he shot into her. \"Fuck yeah! Take it all!\"\n\nHe panted heavily as he finished emptying his balls deep into the rat under him. \"Fuck that was good. Been a while since I raped someone so tiny.\" He moved his hand, resting it on her lower belly, which had bulged just a little more with his load left deep inside of her. \"Nice and full.\" He chuckled, then gripped her sides again. \"Now to pull out.\" That got a whimper from her. Then she whined, only to start panting and moaning in pain again when he started to tug. \"Now you're awake! Hah! Just in time!\" He gripped her harder and really started to tug back.\n\nDaphne's moans turned into cries, then a loud shriek as he literally ripped his knot free, ripping her pussy even more in the process since the knot was still swollen to its max size. \"Fffffuck! Love that feeling!\" He yanked the rest of his cock out of her, a drool of bloody cum following out. His shaft was coated in her blood as well. He dropped her hips back to the floor, slapping his cock against her belly and rubbing the mess off into her fur. \"There you go.\" He stood up and stepped back, looking at the results of his handiwork, still rubbing his cock a little to force a few last little spurts to splash out onto her. \"Good little slut. I'll let you sit with that in you.\" He leaned down to pat her hip, making her whimper and flinch away. \"But don't worry. I'll be back in a bit once I'm ready for another go.\"\n\nHe laughed again as he moved to the door, getting it open and exiting the cage again. \"You be a good girl for everyone watching at home!\" He laughed again as he walked away, his laugh continuing all the way up the stairs, though he paused once he got there. \"Oh. And happy birthday!\" He laughed again. Once she heard the door open and shut again, she finally seemed to allow herself to feel what had happened. Daphne pulled her legs close, curling up into a little ball in the corner of the cell. She could still feel everything leaking out of her, her insides trembling and aching almost worse now that they were empty. It felt like everything was threatening to spill free from the now gaping hole. And she knew that people were still watching, and probably jerking off to her misery. And that is when she started to sob.\n\n[center]* * *[/center]\n\nDaphne wasn't sure how long she was allowed to be left on her own. Or as on her own as she could be with a camera pointed at her and streaming everything live. The thought did come to her that this Les person might have been lying to her about that. What kind of sick group of people would sit and watch someone be tortured and raped? Then again, she was not an idiot or a child, and knew that people like that did exist. She didn't bother trying to beg to whatever audience might be watching. If they were there for this, they would probably find her begging for her life funny.\n\nShe flinched when she heard the door open again. She had stayed curled up in the corner the whole time, but at least wasn't sobbing anymore. She heard the footsteps coming down the stairs, and then that abrasive, mocking laughter again. \"Well, you look like you've recovered.\" Les smiled at her from the other side of the bars, still naked. \"Went to have myself some dinner.\" He started to fiddle with the lock on the door again. \"Thought I might offer you a nice meal, too.\" She heard the door open, and then close again. \"Sorry that I didn't get you a birthday cake, but I've got something even better.\"\n\nShe just laid there, not looking at him. \"No...\" It was all she could muster as a response. Whatever food he brought was probably probably something horrible anyway.\n\nLes chuckled. \"No. Alright.\" He tossed the plate in his hands, and she heard something splat on the floor nearby. She lifted her head to look, seeing what looked like a pretty well cooked steak in some kind of sauce, with mashed potatoes strewn on the floor with it. It even smelled like it was just normal food, but she really couldn't be certain. He had drugged her once already. Now it all sat in one of the old blood stains on the floor, which she realized were probably also semen stains considering what he did to her. So it really didn't matter how good it was before. \"You're going to go turning your nose up at my food, then you don't deserve it.\"\n\nShe expected him to just taunt her more, but instead, she cried out when he gripped at her hair and yanked her head up hard. \"You really are an ungrateful little cunt, aren't you? I tried to be nice and give you a decent meal for your birthday.\" He yanked her hair harder, forcing her to have to scramble up to her knees. \"Now what do you say?\" She didn't say anything. His hand suddenly slapped across her face, hard enough that she heard the slap, her cheek suddenly feeling hot from where he struck. \"I said, what do you say when you've done wrong by someone!?\"\n\nThe tears were back in her eyes again, but she didn't look up at him, despite how hard he was trying to get her to. \"S-sorry...\"\n\nLes grunted. \"I don't think you are sorry.\" She winced when he slapped his cock against her face. The thing was still hard. \"If you don't want that, then I'll give you the only kind of meal a whore like you deserves. Open your mouth.\"\n\nShe tried to shake her head. \"N-no... please!\" She could smell the blood still on his shaft. He hadn't cleaned it at all since raping her.\n\nThe dog growled at her, the hand not gripping her hair suddenly reaching down to grab her by the throat. \"I said open your mouth!\" She whimpered again, feeling his fingers digging into her neck. \"Open it!\" He yelled at her, squeezing harder, completely cutting her air off now. Out of instinct, she did open her mouth, trying to cry out in pain. She regretted not resisting the instinct as the cock was suddenly jammed into her mouth. She nearly gagged as soon as it was in her mouth, the taste of old cum and fresh blood assaulting her tongue the moment the shaft was against it.\n\nHe did loosen his grip on her throat, instead moving to hold her head with both hands and force himself deeper into her mouth. \"There. That's better.\" He pumped his hips a little, the tip sliding deeper with each thrust. \"Now you be a good little slut and clean my cock off nice and good. You went and got blood all over it before.\" He chuckled a little. \"Do hope you like tasting your own womb, by the way. Some of that's probably still on there.\" She just made a muffled sob in response. He tilted his head a little, looking down at her legs. Her thighs had quite a bit of blood soaked into her fur, along with some of his load. A little fresh blood still trickled out of her from the damage he did inside of her, but it was... probably not fatal.\n\nLes chuckled. \"I guess I did ruin that cunt pretty good, huh?\" He looked over his shoulder at the camera. \"What do you guys think? Should I break her throat next?\" He laughed a little, then a little more when she started trying to pull back hearing that. \"Oh no you don't!\" He gripped her head harder, almost digging his small claws into her skull. \"You're taking this cock!\" As if to prove the point, he shoved his hips forward, jamming his shaft down her throat. She immediately started to struggle, trying to pull back harder as he cut off her air completely. Her gag reflex hit her hard, but she could do nothing to stop him just shoving deeper down her throat.\n\nHe moaned louder. \"Fuck, love it when you girls choke. Keep going.\" He started thrusting again, pushing deeper and deeper, to the point her neck bulged out visibly. \"See if you can get me to cum before you suffocate.\" The more he pushed into her throat, the more she struggled. Her hands came up, trying to grip at his wrists to pull his hands away, and she did nearly manage to get them looser, but he just kept pushing his hips forward. His knot bumped against her lips soon. \"You better open that mouth wide, or I'll just break your teeth.\" He chuckled a little. \"I hear rat teeth grow back, so maybe I should do it anyway!\"\n\nShe really wasn't listening to him anymore. All she could hear was the blood rushing through her ears, her heart beat throbbing in her skull. Though she could hear the wet sound of him shoving past her gag reflex. It was probably good she hadn't eaten the food. With a hard shove, he forced her jaw to open painfully wide and jammed his knot past her teeth. \"There you go.\" He moaned louder, loving the feeling of her throat clenching around him over and over as her panic grew. Her whole body was shaking and trembling, her hands no longer gripping at him, but trying to slap him or shove him away. Her eyes were wide, tears streaming down her cheeks as spots started to form in her vision.\n\nSoon, she was almost thrashing under him, trying desperately to rip her head back to get a breath, panic gripping her entirely. Her lungs burned for air, her throat feeling like it was threatening to tear just as much as her vagina had. Her belly undulated constantly as it tried to pull any air it could, but the shaft blocked her throat too well. It was also the only thing keeping her upright as she kicked about under him. He gripped her head tighter, groaning. \"Fuck, keep going. I'm almost there!\" She could feel the cock pulsing and throbbing, but she just wanted it out of her.\n\nHer vision started to darken more and more, struggling to keep herself conscious. Her kicking and flailing turned into trembling. Les started to laugh as he heard liquid start to splash against the floor. Tilting his head to look, he saw her pissing herself in fear, the stream splashing onto the ground and drooling down her quivering legs. \"Ha! What a dirty little skank!\" He sucked in a breath through his teeth. \"But fuck if that isn't hot!\" He let out another louder moan. \"Fuck... alright, I'll give you what you want!\" He started to thrust himself a little more, not holding back any more.\n\nShe was only dimly aware when she felt him cumming, his cock suddenly jerking inside of her throat, pouring the sticky spunk down into her stomach directly. He was also crying out in pleasure, but she couldn't hear it anymore. She didn't even hear the rushing of blood, only a ringing tinnitus that overpowered everything else. Her vision was almost completely overtaken by the dark spots, and what little she could see was blurry and unfocused. She was sure she was going to die here, the dog's cock stuffed down her throat like this. On display as some cheep whore for a group of strangers to enjoy, like some kind of sick circus act.\n\nSuddenly the rod was yanked out of her throat, and his grip on her was gone. She collapsed to the ground in a fit of hoarse coughing and retching. She spat up gobs of thick cum, some of it splattered pinkish. He had rubbed the inside of her throat raw, and the coughing was just as rough, a wet rattling as she brought up more of his foul cum. The dog took a step back away from her as she continued to hack and gasp, rubbing his dick to splatter her with a few more shots. \"Well... not bad. You managed to stay conscious. I'm impressed. Most sluts pass out before they can get me to blow a load.\" He moaned as he squeezed out the last few drops onto her hair. \"Mmm. I might just keep you.\" He chuckled again, stepping away from her and exiting the cage again.\n\nHe crouched down on the other side of the bars, watching her gasping on the floor. \"I'll be back in a bit. I need to see how the stream is doing. Last time I looked, we were up to 122 watchers.\" She didn't bother responding. Though she wasn't sure she even could right now. Breathing made her throat sting and ache. Trying to talk would probably just result in another coughing fit. He stood back up and turned to walk away. \"Back in a bit!\" He let out that horrible laugh again as he walked away, leaving her there.\n\nDaphne let out another soft sob. She realized that she was laying in a pool of her own urine now, along with all the other things that had leaked out of her. Still was probably cleaner than that mattress. She just wanted to wake up from whatever nightmare this was. The tears stung almost more than everything else. Almost.\n\n[center]* * *[/center]\n\nShe was again not sure how long she was left alone, but it was not that long. Her fur still felt wet when she heard the door open again, and that laughter start echoing down at her. She let out a whimper, wondering just what he was going to do to her this time. \"Alright. Well, seems we've hit peak viewers. 178 people! Not my record, but pretty close.\" Les stepped over to the cage and smiled down at her, though it was anything but friendly. \"I've had fun treating you for your birthday, but the viewers are all demanding that I get to the fun part of the stream.\"\n\n\"Wh-what-\" She let out a cough as she tried to talk, her voice sounding rough and off to her own ears.\n\n\"What's the fun part?\" He chuckled, starting to fiddle with the door lock again. \"It's the best part.\" He got the door open. \"It's where I get to end your pathetic little life.\"\n\nHer eyes went wide. \"W-wait!\"\n\n\"Yup! I'm going to fucking kill you. Then I'm going to rape your body a few more times on camera!\" He laughed again as he stepped inside, cracking his knuckles. \"Think I'll break your ne-FUCK!\" He cried out as something shattered against his face. Daphne had noticed he left the plate on the floor, and had gotten a desperate idea. The moment he stepped inside, she grabbed it and threw it at him as hard as she could. The ceramic broke into several large pieces against him, and he stumbled back a step, right through the still open door.\n\nShe shoved herself back up to her feet, ignoring how much it hurt to even move. Adrenaline coursed through her, and now she had nothing left to lose knowing he planned to murder her. She charged right at him, slamming herself against his back as he brushed pieces of broken plate out of his fur. Despite being over a foot shorter than him, he was very skinny, and she had the element of surprise on her side... and the desperate panic driving her. As her body slammed into his, he was sent stumbling forward quite a bit. \"Fu-\" He didn't even get the full curse out of his mouth before he crashed into the metal shelves. \"FUCK!\" He did get this one out as the shelf he hit wobbled forward, toppling over on top of him. Several cans clattered onto the ground, and a jar of something shattered, spilling its contents.\n\nShe grabbed another of the shelves and yanked with all her might, sending it toppling over on top of the first, more jars shattering as they fell to the floor. The result was the man getting pinned under both shelves and the debris. \"Fuck! I'M GOING TO FUCKING KILL YOU, BITCH!\" She didn't wait around for that to happen, or even see how well he was pinned down. She turned and ran for the stairs, hoping that the door at the top didn't also have some kind of lock. She thanked whatever deity would listen when she pulled the door and it opened with no struggle.\n\nDaphne found herself in the hallway of... a house. Just some nice looking house, even upscale a little. As she started to look for the exit, she found herself in a living room. The furniture was all plush leather, the walls a pale off-white, and decorated almost bland. She had expected to find herself in some kind of murder shack, not what looked like an upscale home. Though on the large television, she saw... he wasn't lying. It showed a view of the basement from the camera, pointed right at the jail cell. Though the angle was probably off. To the side of the image was a scrolling chat. She saw the comments, most of them laughing and calling the guy an idiot. Others were saying how much they hoped he dragged her back down and suggested all kinds of things to do to her. From breaking her neck, to cutting her head off, to gutting her. She just stared at the TV in shock. It was REAL!? This D-Gen stream thing was REAL!\n\nShe regretted letting her shock get to her as an arm was suddenly wrapped around her neck from behind. \"Gotcha, cunt!\" Another arm wrapped around her middle, and she felt the dog's body suddenly up against her.\n\n\"LET ME GO!\" She shouted, kicking and flailing wildly as he tried to drag her back.\n\n\"Not a chance!\" He let out that laugh again, but it was strained this time. \"Keep this up and I'll fucking break your neck here!\" He grunted as he started to step backward and drag her with him. \"Now stop fucking struggling and accept your end like a good little cunt!\"\n\nShe was not going to go that easily. She was so close, she could see the front door now that she wasn't distracted by the stream. She had to get away! Something came to her mind. A piece of something she learned way back when her mother took her to self defense as a teen. Instead of struggling, she let herself suddenly go, her body becoming sudden dead weight in the man's arms. The sudden shift was enough to throw him, and he had to lean forward to keep his grip on her. It was just enough that he lowered her down a little.\n\nDown just enough that she could swing her arm back. Her fist suddenly connected right between the man's groin, smashing as hard as she could into his very exposed nuts. \"FUCK!\" He shouted, his grip loosening on her. She squirmed to get free again, trying to make a break for it for the door. She got one step before his fingers gripped her hair, nearly yanking her off of her feet. \"Fucking... bitch!\" He gripped her again, but instead of trying to drag her with him, he just threw her to the side. She cried out as she was suddenly airborne. Then gravity claimed her again. She slammed into the coffee table, crashing through a pair of glass tumblers that had been on it. She felt the glass slicing at her arms and side as they shattered. Her momentum kept her going, bouncing off of the wooden surface and rolling onto the floor, only to smash into the TV table hard enough that the whole thing rattled, and the TV started to wobble.\n\nJust as she was trying to pick herself up off of the floor, the massive flat screen came crashing down against her. She cried out as the thing hit her back and snapped in half against her, knocking her back to the floor. She tried to pick herself up again, only for a foot to suddenly connect with her face, kicking her hard enough that her head slammed into the edge of the table beside her, and she felt a stabbing pain shoot through her right eye as she hit the corner of the thing. She panted, her face feeling suddenly wet from the new cut on her face. The rest of her was not so much better, glass shards digging into her arm, leg, and back.\n\nLes panted heavily. \"Fucking... cunt!\" He reached down to grab her by the hair again. \"I'm going to just fucking snap your fucking neck right here! They can deal wi-\" She cut him off again as he dragged her up. She grabbed one of the broken halves of the television and brought it up as hard as she could. She slammed the broken electronic into his head, making him stumble back. \"FUCK!\" He shook his head. \"I'm-\" She brought the thing around again, smashing it as hard as she could against him. The already broken thing shattered even farther as it connected with his skull. She hit him hard enough that he was sent to the side, his head bouncing off of the wall right beside him. He hit hard enough that she saw blood left on the wall, and his body simply crumpled to the floor unconscious.\n\nShe panted heavily, dropping what was left of the broken television in her hand. She had to leave before he woke up, but everything hurt. She turned, wincing as moving hurt. She could see blood drooling out of her leg from several places. Apparently the glass tumbler pieces had cut her worse than she thought, but she couldn't worry about that. She had to leave. The door was right there. Panic gripped her for a moment as she tried to pull it open, finding it locked. Then she realized she was on the inside and opened the bolt. The door opened for her after that.\n\nShe found herself outside only a few steps later. She sort of recognized where she was. It was somewhere uptown, the city's distinct nighttime skyline very visible in the distance. She stumbled forward, her vision getting very blurry as she continued to lose blood. She hoped she could find whatever car he had taken her here. She took a step forward onto the patio, only to lose her footing as soon as she tried to go down the steps. She crashed to the ground, finding her face pressed into the grass. She panted heavily, trying to crawl forward, but all the strength left her, and the darkness started to try and claim her again. The tears stung at her eyes again. She got so close... and she was going to die on the man's lawn.\n\n[center]* * *[/center]\n\nHer memories were the vague flashes again. The odd, dreamlike half-remembered fragments. She was cold, alone, scared, and in so much pain it felt numb. Then there were shapes moving around. Vaguely person-shaped colors. She saw reds and whites, and flashes of red and blue over and over. Someone said something, but she couldn't make out the words. Multiple people were speaking. She was being lifted, then she was in a box again. A small metal box that was moving very fast. Then only she was moving, strange blue-green blurs talking at her. They all wore something over their faces, the same color as the rest of them. Then a mask was pressed to her face. She tried to struggle against it, but she lost the battle quickly, and the darkness finally took her away from the pain.\n\nBut not the fear. Her consciousness started to come back to her amid a rush of panic and terror. Even before she opened her eyes, she felt herself gasping... trying to gasp. She could barely breathe. She couldn't open her eyes, either. No, just her right eye wouldn't open. Something was covering it. She started to struggle, feeling like she was being held down, tied down, pinned to her back by...\n\n\"Easy! Please, calm down! Just take a deep breath!\" The voice was firm, but also strangely soothing. And female. She blinked several times, her brain finally allowing her to register the reality around her. She looked at the source of the voice, a squirrel in... medical scrubs. \"It's okay. You're safe now.\" The woman had a hand against her shoulder, holding her very gently down to the bed. She was in a bed. She was also... dressed. Sort of. She was in some kind of long, very light gown, but she was dressed. And had a blanket over her. A pretty heavy blanket, actually.\n\nDaphne took a moment to let herself catch her breath, though breathing hurt her throat. Finally, she asked. \"W-whe-\" She immediately started coughing.\n\n\"Easy... take your time.\" The woman gave her a smile, holding up a small plastic cup with a straw in it. \"Here. It's water. Take a sip.\" Daphne nodded, opening her mouth and leaning over, but thankfully didn't have to lean very far. The nurse moved the cup closer so she could just take a sip. The water inside was cold and very refreshing. She hadn't realized how thirsty she was until that moment. \"There you go.\"\n\nDaphne let the straw go, laying back. \"Th-thank... you.\" She resisted coughing again. Her voice sounded weak and coarse and wrong. \"W-where... am I?\"\n\nThe nurse smiled at her. \"You're in North Dackson Hospital.\" Daphne wasn't sure why she asked. It was pretty obvious she was in a hospital. \"I'm Nurse Norsin. But you can call me Sarah.\" She gently pat her shoulder again. \"You just rest. I'll go tell the doctor you're awake, okay?\" She nodded slowly. \"Okay. Don't worry. You're safe here.\"\n\nDaphne laid her head back down. The pillow and bed under her were not very comfortable, but they felt... well, better than the last several things she was laying on. She closed her eyes as the woman stepped out of the room. She was pretty sure she drifted to sleep... somehow. But she was only half-sleeping, as she heard the door opening again. When she looked, she blinked several times. Two people entered the room. One was obviously the doctor, a tall, older coyote. The other man was a police officer.\n\nThe cop kept a respectful distance as the doctor stepped closer. \"Hello. It's good to see you awake. I'm Doctor Gellar. Can you tell me your name?\"\n\nShe nodded. \"D-Daphne... Daphne Terris.\"\n\nThe doctor nodded. \"Very good. Do you know what year it is?\"\n\nShe blinked at him. \"2021?\"\n\nHe smiled. \"Good. Sorry, just have to make sure. You suffered a pretty bad blow to the head, but it seems it is only a minor concussion. Thankfully, the least of your injuries.\" How was that thankfully? Then again, brain damage could be pretty serious... but how bad was the rest. \"Don't worry. We'll go over the rest later, but you are out of danger.\" He cleared his throat, glancing over at the police officer. \"Do you think you're up for answering a few more questions?\"\n\nShe looked at the cop, a tall possum with a kind face, though he had an almost apologetic expression. \"Yeah...\" She knew what he was going to ask. \"Yeah, I think I can.\"\n\n\"Very good. But don't force yourself too much.\" He pat her hand gently. \"I'll be just over here if you need me.\" He then looked at the officer. \"Be gentle.\"\n\nThe man nodded. \"I will.\" He smiled to her. \"Hello, Daphne. I'm Officer Bill Thomson. Call me Bill.\"\n\n\"Hi, Bill.\"\n\nHe smiled. \"So, I have some questions. First, do you remember why you are here?\"\n\nShe closed her eyes, nodding. \"Yeah. I... I was...\" She took a deep breath. \"Someone kidnapped me and...\"\n\nBill shook his head. \"You don't have to say the word.\"\n\nShe nodded. \"I do. He raped me... and... and beat me... as I got away...\" She blinked a few times. \"How did I get away?\"\n\nHe smiled. \"You were found on the front lawn of one Lester Sternblick, naked and bleeding quite a bit. The neighbors apparently heard some commotion and called the police. Did you know Mr. Sternblick?\"\n\nShe shook her head. \"No. I never met him before today... or... how long have I been here?\"\n\n\"Three days.\"\n\nShe sighed. \"Damn... but no. I didn't know him.\"\n\nThe cop frowned just a little. \"Are you sure? Witnesses stated that you were seen with him at a party earlier that day. And they say you seemed friendly with him.\"\n\nShe shook her head. \"No! I don't know him. He... just showed up there and...\" She sighed. \"I think he drugged me.\"\n\nBill nodded again. \"Alright. I believe you, but I had to be sure.\"\n\n\"I'm definitely pressing charges, too!\"\n\nThe cop winced. \"That... won't be necessary.\"\n\nShe frowned. \"Why not? The man tortured me! On camera!\"\n\n\"Camera?\" He pulled out a little notepad and flipped through the pages. \"No one mentioned a camera.\"\n\nShe scowled harder. \"There was definitely a camera there! In the basement! He said he was live streaming it to some... something... D something.\"\n\nHe nodded again. \"Well, I'll tell the investigators to look into that. They might have found something and didn't tell me yet.\"\n\n\"Why isn't me pressing charges necessary?\" He still hadn't told her.\n\n\"Ah...\" He cleared his throat. \"Mr. Sternblick was found dead when we arrived. Blow to he head.\"\n\nShe flinched, her heart suddenly beating much harder. \"I-I...\" She started to pant. \"oh gods... I-I killed him...\" She felt herself shaking. \"I... I didn't...\"\n\n\"Easy.\" The cop gently touched her arm. \"It was clearly self defense.\"\n\nShe took several deep breaths, but still couldn't quite catch her breath. \"I killed him...\" She had never killed anyone before. Sure, the guy was trying to kill her, but...\n\n\"It's okay. Deep breaths.\" The officer gave her a stern look. \"You were defending yourself. The signs were pretty clear you were not the aggressor.\" She nodded slowly. \"Listen, I'll let you get some rest. I'll have more questions for you later, once you've gotten some sleep and recovered a little. But you're not in trouble.\"\n\nShe nodded slowly. \"Th-thank you.\"\n\n\"You're welcome.\" He smiled. \"And I'll pass on what you said about the camera.\" He backed away. \"Get some rest, okay?\" She nodded again, closing her eyes. Though all she could think now was that she was a murderer... she was no better than the man she killed...\n\n[center]* * *[/center]\n\nDaphne spent the next three weeks recovering in the hospital. The blow she took to her head was a pretty bad one, but not for the reasons she thought. She had struck her right eye against the corner of the table, damaging it badly. The doctors told her she had lost some 85% of her vision in that eye. It had even become a milky white-blue, in stark contrast to the dark blue of her left eye. The stomp to her tail had also been bad, paired with how she had been thrown around after. The bones had started to fuse in the wrong way, and the rest had gotten infected at some point... and had to be amputated. Her tail now ended only 16 inches from the base, a tiny stump of what it had been. She also had a fractured pelvis, but that would mostly heal.\n\nWhat wouldn't heal was some of the other internal damage. The man had torn things inside of her vagina that should never been torn. She required surgery on her uterus and cervix. The result was... she likely would never have kids. Not that she ever intended to. But the doctor also warned her that... intimate relations may be difficult. He danced around it, but basically told her that sex would probably be painful for the rest of her life. Not that she was really planning on going out to get laid any time soon.\n\nShe answered all the questions the police had for her as best she could. Though they didn't seem to have any information about the streaming. Whatever that site was, they weren't able to track it down. And with the dog dead and it deemed self-defense, the case was pretty much closed. She had started to accept that killing the dog wasn't murder, but it effected her. And the fact that the cops had no leads otherwise made her feel worse. She wondered if she hadn't killed him if they could track this D-gen site down. The fact that the investigation seemed to just end left her very unsatisfied.\n\nOnce she was released from the hospital, she wondered just what she was going to do. Could she really just go back to her job, sitting on her computer at home and doing business as usual, going to the online meetings and crunching numbers? She sat on her bed, staring at her hands. She found them shaking. She reached up to adjust the eyepatch over her right eye. She was supposed to wear it for another few weeks, but could eventually take it off. She thought she looked like the worst pirate ever with the thing on.\n\nFalling back onto her tiny bed, she stared up at the ceiling fan, slowly rotating above her. She was going to have to figure out what to do with herself from now on... and she had absolutely no idea where to start. She felt like crying again... and was surprised to find she still had tears to shed.\n\n[center]* * *[/center]", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "
Basement Birthday

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Daphne groaned, her mind flashing through vague memories. The last solid memory the rat had had was being dragged out to some party for her 34th birthday by one of her coworkers. It was way too early for her, being only noon, and she barely knew anyone else that worked there. She had only been working at the place for around 10 months, since the middle of 2020, and had only met a few through online meetings. But her boss had insisted on people doing these sorts of group activities. The only reason she went was because she was desperate to go out now that lockdown had just ended... and because the food was free. That was the last solid memory. She didn't even remember where the party was supposed to be.

Things were a fuzzy blur from there, like a half-remembered dream. She remembered getting light headed, people thinking she was drunk, but she didn't really drink, especially that early. There was someone that helped her, but she couldn't remember who it was, just that it was a man. She had a vague image of white and black and blue, maybe fur and clothing? She was helped away, then into a car or truck of some kind. They were moving, though not very fast. The person was talking to her, but she had no idea what the words were.

She also had a vague memory of being shoved down a set of stairs, almost falling over. Then hands on her... and under her clothes. It was at that point she realized that her clothes were gone, having been yanked off of her rather forcefully, the hands invasively groping all over her body. Whoever was doing it seemed to not be happy with her lack of proper response, and had left her here. She was on a cold, hard ground, though even with her eyes closed, she could tell it was lit well. She could practically hear the light above buzzing annoyingly. Or maybe the buzzing was in her head. It throbbed achingly, and her mouth felt like she was chewing on cotton.

As her consciousness annoyingly insisted on returning, she finally opened her eyes slowly. She was laying on her back, staring straight up at the bland ceiling above her, seeing it painted an odd grey-blue, the paint chipped here and there. The light above was a harsh white from a fluorescent bulb dangling from the ceiling. She saw it through a set of metal bars that went all the way up to the ceiling as well. She let out another groan as she forced her body to start moving. The wall behind and the floor under here were the same grey-blue color. Against the far wall was a set of metal shelves, some with cans of food, shelf-stable boxed food, small cardboard boxes, or some other kind of clutter she didn't recognize. Most of the shelves were bare. She was in some kind of basement or bunker. Bars surrounded her in a kind of cage, though it reminded her of some old jail cell from the 1800's, like something you might see in an old west movie. The only other thing in the cell with her was a single, uncovered mattress, and the thing looked filthy. It had so many stains, it almost looked like they were a pattern on it. She couldn't tell what the stains were, but many of them looked like blood stains. There were more similar stains on the floor around it, some of them having seeped out across the bars a little.

Bringing a hand up to her head, she forced herself to sit up. Her arms and legs ached, but at least they weren't tied. However, she was completely naked. Her fur was a dark brown, almost black, covering an athletic body. Maybe athletic was a stretch, she was pretty skinny overall. She liked to jog as a hobby, but that was about the only kind of work out she got. It left her legs with some light tone, but her arms were skinny, and her belly flat. Her belly was not the only part of her that was flat. Daphne had almost nothing in the way of breasts, barely a bump on her chest. If it wasn't for her long, wavy hair, she could be easily mistaken for a short man, and had been in the past many times. She had also been asked many times if she was trans, but she was not. Just a flat chested woman.

As she was still trying to get her bearings, the sound of a door opening made her jump. It echoed around her, and she looked to see a set of stairs leading up nearby. She could not see the door from where she was, but she heard when it closed again, then a set of heavy footsteps walking down the stone stairs. The owner came into view at the bottom and her eyes went wide as some of the vague memories clicked into places. The man was some kind of canine, though she couldn't recognize the breed. Possibly a mutt. He looked to be in his early to mid-20's or so, probably a good 10 years younger than her. He had mostly white fur, but had big fsplotchy spots of black and blue splashed all over his body. And she could see them quite clearly, as he was just as naked as she was. The man was huge, too, probably over 6 feet tall, though he was pretty lanky overall. Though the thing that grabbed her attention was his very prominent penis. The thing was... massive, even as it swung mostly limp.

The man smiled at her as he walked over to the cage, standing just on the other side of the bars from her. "Well. Looks like you are awake."

"W-where am I?" She mentally winced at her own stupid question. Like the guy that kidnapped her was going to give her detailed directions.

He chuckled. "You're in my basement."

She crawled just a little away, but bumped into the wall behind her after only a few inches. "W-what do you want with me? I-if you're going to try and hold me hostage or something, I don't have any money and my parents aren't rich..."

The man shook his head again. "Nah. Don't care about money. I got more than enough." He gripped one of the bars with one hand, his other going down to start stroking at his shaft, making it come to life a little more. "I think what I want you for is pretty obvious. I'm going to rape you."

She whimpered, pulling her legs up and trying to hide herself from him as best she could. "N-no, please!"

He chuckled again, still stroking his cock. "Oh, you can try and hide all you want, but they've already seen you laying there all presented."

Now she was confused. "Th-they?"

He nodded. "Oh yeah." He motioned to one of the shelves, pointing at something she had mistaken for just a piece of clutter. "That's a camera. You're being live-streamed to D-Gen right now." He grinned as she let out a terrified squeak, coiling up even more. Though she had no idea what this D-Gen was, but she gathered it was some kind of website by 'live-streamed.' He chuckled, turning to the camera. "Right. Well, hello, D-Gen! It's me, FreestarDancer. Going to be having some fun with this little rodent cunt. Hope you all enjoy the show! And stick around." He turned back to her, reaching out to unlock the cell door, which had some kind of combination lock instead of using a key. "Oh, you can call me Les. Feel free to moan my name as much as you want."

When the door opened, she had the though to bolt for it, but she was on the other side of the cell from him, and his body dominated the opening. He also closed it behind him again, then turned back to her. "Last I looked, we had 93 people watching the stream. So you better give these nice people a good show."

She tried to back away as he stepped closer. "N-no, please!" Then she screamed as he stomped down, his foot slamming into her tail so hard he broke several of the little bones inside of it. Her thick, furless tail thrashed under his foot, the rest of her body doing much the same as she tried to yank her tail away.

"That's right, scream just like that for me." He crouched down to grab one of her kicking legs by the ankle. "I love when you little cunts scream. But don't expect anyone to hear you but me and the people watching and jerking off to you getting raped." He yanked her leg, making her cry out as she was jerked closer, her back sliding down the wall to hit the floor hard. He grabbed her other leg and pulled them both apart, exposing her slit to him. "Mmm, nice. Looks nice and tight. Barely used."

He moved himself forward, slapping his cock against her abdomen. The thing was fully hard now, and it was absolutely massive. "N-no... p-please! Th-That's too big! I-It can't fit!" The cock throbbing menacingly against her was almost 11 inches long, and even more terrifyingly, almost three inches wide BEFORE the knot at the base. The pointed, drooling tip was hovering near her navel as it rested against her. There was no way she could fit something like that.

He grinned at her. "Thanks. I mean, no T-Bro, sure, but who is?" He pulled his hips back, positioning the tip at her lower lips. "But I'll make it fit." She suddenly tried to kick at him more, trying to lean up to start slapping him or something, but he just yanked her legs back a little more, lifting her hips up and getting her into an awkward position on her shoulders. "Here we go!" He pushed forward, the tip parting her lips. She whined as she felt herself suddenly spreading wide, the hot length pushing up inside of her. At first, it was only a little painful, but as he slid deeper the pain got worse. She started to cry out louder as he had to really shove forward. Very quickly, she was at her limit, begging him to stop.

Of course, he ignored her, pushing harder and harder. "You'll take it, bitch!" He shoved again, and she felt everything straining already. "Just... another... shove!" He thrust forward again, and her cries became a shriek of agony. Something tore, burning fire filling her lower half. She started to flail under him, thrashing as he held her at the awkward angle. Les laughed as he sank a little deeper, spreading the burning agony deeper into her. "That's it! Going to fucking ruin this tiny little cunt!" He laughed again as he started to thrust himself into her. "No guy will ever be able to fuck this hole ever again." As he thrust, his cock got increasingly coated by her blood.

His hands moved down from her legs, instead grabbing at her chest. "I do love you little flat bitches, too." He gripped hard, making her cry out again as it felt like he was trying to crush her ribs. "Can feel all the little muscles twitches!" His hips pumped down at her, his cock sinking a little deeper each time, tearing her a little more. Her tail thrashed, smacking his legs. Each time it hit him, it sent a new shooting pain through her from the broken bones inside. Though that was nothing compared to the agony inside her vagina as he tore it wider and wider.

Then she felt something horrible. His tip slammed up deep inside of her, hitting the back of her pussy with ramming force. It felt like he was trying to punch her from the inside. "Ah, hit the back, huh? Well, that won't do." He shifted his grip to her hips, then started to yank her back against him as he rammed forward. "Fuck... I'm going to bust through into your womb!"

She shook her head again and again. "N-no! No please! Stop! Y-You're tearing me open!" She shrieked again as he rammed against her cervix, the last barrier quivering in pain each time he slammed into her.

"Yeah, that's the idea, slut!" He shoved forward again and again. "Gonna tear this little cunt open and fill your womb with my spunk!" He laughed a little. "Just... need to get... through... this!" He grunted with each word, paired with a hard slam forward against that last barrier. As he shoved, her screams grew louder and louder, the pain growing worse. Then her voice left her, caught in her throat with her breath as something moved that shouldn't, paired with the worst pain she had ever felt in her life. He ripped right through her cervix, tearing the thing open in a way it was never meant to. He sank several inches deeper into her, letting out a loud groan as he felt the warmth surrounding him. "Fuck! I love the feeling of a tight womb!"

Something else was bumping against the entrance of her pussy now as he started to really hump down at her. Les realized she had stopped screaming. Looking into her teary, dark blue eyes, he saw they were not looking at anything, but just straight up. She still blinked and gasped in raspy breaths. "Fuck. I think her brain just turned off." He laughed again, ramming him knot against her. "Well, let's see if getting this into her wakes her back up!" He gripped her side hard, pulling her back as he started to shove. He heard the rat making whimpering noises, her mouth quivering and more tears starting to flow from her eyes. "Yeah, still in there somewhere. Just you wait!"

The dog shoved harder against her, the same force that had ripped into her womb to begin with. Her lower lips spread wider, tearing even more as the knot was forced more and more into her. He let out a loud cry of pleasure as it suddenly slipped inside in one go, his cock sinking the last few inches into her. Her belly bulged out visibly where his tip pressed up against the inside of it, outlining where his shaft was lodged into her. "Fuck..." He started to hump at her in short, hard thrusts, his cock throbbing and pulsing harder and harder. "Fuck... here it comes! Take it all, little whore!"

His knot swelled to its full size, locking him deep inside of her. His cock jerked and twitched, and he let out a loud cry of pleasure as he came. His seed pumped right into her quivering womb, filling the tight space. It did nothing to ease the pain as he dumped a sizable load into her, and actually added to the burning pain. But she had somewhat disassociated from the moment, her mind not letting her feel it in the moment. The dog cumming into her did not seem to mind, groaning and crying out with each blast he shot into her. "Fuck yeah! Take it all!"

He panted heavily as he finished emptying his balls deep into the rat under him. "Fuck that was good. Been a while since I raped someone so tiny." He moved his hand, resting it on her lower belly, which had bulged just a little more with his load left deep inside of her. "Nice and full." He chuckled, then gripped her sides again. "Now to pull out." That got a whimper from her. Then she whined, only to start panting and moaning in pain again when he started to tug. "Now you're awake! Hah! Just in time!" He gripped her harder and really started to tug back.

Daphne's moans turned into cries, then a loud shriek as he literally ripped his knot free, ripping her pussy even more in the process since the knot was still swollen to its max size. "Fffffuck! Love that feeling!" He yanked the rest of his cock out of her, a drool of bloody cum following out. His shaft was coated in her blood as well. He dropped her hips back to the floor, slapping his cock against her belly and rubbing the mess off into her fur. "There you go." He stood up and stepped back, looking at the results of his handiwork, still rubbing his cock a little to force a few last little spurts to splash out onto her. "Good little slut. I'll let you sit with that in you." He leaned down to pat her hip, making her whimper and flinch away. "But don't worry. I'll be back in a bit once I'm ready for another go."

He laughed again as he moved to the door, getting it open and exiting the cage again. "You be a good girl for everyone watching at home!" He laughed again as he walked away, his laugh continuing all the way up the stairs, though he paused once he got there. "Oh. And happy birthday!" He laughed again. Once she heard the door open and shut again, she finally seemed to allow herself to feel what had happened. Daphne pulled her legs close, curling up into a little ball in the corner of the cell. She could still feel everything leaking out of her, her insides trembling and aching almost worse now that they were empty. It felt like everything was threatening to spill free from the now gaping hole. And she knew that people were still watching, and probably jerking off to her misery. And that is when she started to sob.

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Daphne wasn't sure how long she was allowed to be left on her own. Or as on her own as she could be with a camera pointed at her and streaming everything live. The thought did come to her that this Les person might have been lying to her about that. What kind of sick group of people would sit and watch someone be tortured and raped? Then again, she was not an idiot or a child, and knew that people like that did exist. She didn't bother trying to beg to whatever audience might be watching. If they were there for this, they would probably find her begging for her life funny.

She flinched when she heard the door open again. She had stayed curled up in the corner the whole time, but at least wasn't sobbing anymore. She heard the footsteps coming down the stairs, and then that abrasive, mocking laughter again. "Well, you look like you've recovered." Les smiled at her from the other side of the bars, still naked. "Went to have myself some dinner." He started to fiddle with the lock on the door again. "Thought I might offer you a nice meal, too." She heard the door open, and then close again. "Sorry that I didn't get you a birthday cake, but I've got something even better."

She just laid there, not looking at him. "No..." It was all she could muster as a response. Whatever food he brought was probably probably something horrible anyway.

Les chuckled. "No. Alright." He tossed the plate in his hands, and she heard something splat on the floor nearby. She lifted her head to look, seeing what looked like a pretty well cooked steak in some kind of sauce, with mashed potatoes strewn on the floor with it. It even smelled like it was just normal food, but she really couldn't be certain. He had drugged her once already. Now it all sat in one of the old blood stains on the floor, which she realized were probably also semen stains considering what he did to her. So it really didn't matter how good it was before. "You're going to go turning your nose up at my food, then you don't deserve it."

She expected him to just taunt her more, but instead, she cried out when he gripped at her hair and yanked her head up hard. "You really are an ungrateful little cunt, aren't you? I tried to be nice and give you a decent meal for your birthday." He yanked her hair harder, forcing her to have to scramble up to her knees. "Now what do you say?" She didn't say anything. His hand suddenly slapped across her face, hard enough that she heard the slap, her cheek suddenly feeling hot from where he struck. "I said, what do you say when you've done wrong by someone!?"

The tears were back in her eyes again, but she didn't look up at him, despite how hard he was trying to get her to. "S-sorry..."

Les grunted. "I don't think you are sorry." She winced when he slapped his cock against her face. The thing was still hard. "If you don't want that, then I'll give you the only kind of meal a whore like you deserves. Open your mouth."

She tried to shake her head. "N-no... please!" She could smell the blood still on his shaft. He hadn't cleaned it at all since raping her.

The dog growled at her, the hand not gripping her hair suddenly reaching down to grab her by the throat. "I said open your mouth!" She whimpered again, feeling his fingers digging into her neck. "Open it!" He yelled at her, squeezing harder, completely cutting her air off now. Out of instinct, she did open her mouth, trying to cry out in pain. She regretted not resisting the instinct as the cock was suddenly jammed into her mouth. She nearly gagged as soon as it was in her mouth, the taste of old cum and fresh blood assaulting her tongue the moment the shaft was against it.

He did loosen his grip on her throat, instead moving to hold her head with both hands and force himself deeper into her mouth. "There. That's better." He pumped his hips a little, the tip sliding deeper with each thrust. "Now you be a good little slut and clean my cock off nice and good. You went and got blood all over it before." He chuckled a little. "Do hope you like tasting your own womb, by the way. Some of that's probably still on there." She just made a muffled sob in response. He tilted his head a little, looking down at her legs. Her thighs had quite a bit of blood soaked into her fur, along with some of his load. A little fresh blood still trickled out of her from the damage he did inside of her, but it was... probably not fatal.

Les chuckled. "I guess I did ruin that cunt pretty good, huh?" He looked over his shoulder at the camera. "What do you guys think? Should I break her throat next?" He laughed a little, then a little more when she started trying to pull back hearing that. "Oh no you don't!" He gripped her head harder, almost digging his small claws into her skull. "You're taking this cock!" As if to prove the point, he shoved his hips forward, jamming his shaft down her throat. She immediately started to struggle, trying to pull back harder as he cut off her air completely. Her gag reflex hit her hard, but she could do nothing to stop him just shoving deeper down her throat.

He moaned louder. "Fuck, love it when you girls choke. Keep going." He started thrusting again, pushing deeper and deeper, to the point her neck bulged out visibly. "See if you can get me to cum before you suffocate." The more he pushed into her throat, the more she struggled. Her hands came up, trying to grip at his wrists to pull his hands away, and she did nearly manage to get them looser, but he just kept pushing his hips forward. His knot bumped against her lips soon. "You better open that mouth wide, or I'll just break your teeth." He chuckled a little. "I hear rat teeth grow back, so maybe I should do it anyway!"

She really wasn't listening to him anymore. All she could hear was the blood rushing through her ears, her heart beat throbbing in her skull. Though she could hear the wet sound of him shoving past her gag reflex. It was probably good she hadn't eaten the food. With a hard shove, he forced her jaw to open painfully wide and jammed his knot past her teeth. "There you go." He moaned louder, loving the feeling of her throat clenching around him over and over as her panic grew. Her whole body was shaking and trembling, her hands no longer gripping at him, but trying to slap him or shove him away. Her eyes were wide, tears streaming down her cheeks as spots started to form in her vision.

Soon, she was almost thrashing under him, trying desperately to rip her head back to get a breath, panic gripping her entirely. Her lungs burned for air, her throat feeling like it was threatening to tear just as much as her vagina had. Her belly undulated constantly as it tried to pull any air it could, but the shaft blocked her throat too well. It was also the only thing keeping her upright as she kicked about under him. He gripped her head tighter, groaning. "Fuck, keep going. I'm almost there!" She could feel the cock pulsing and throbbing, but she just wanted it out of her.

Her vision started to darken more and more, struggling to keep herself conscious. Her kicking and flailing turned into trembling. Les started to laugh as he heard liquid start to splash against the floor. Tilting his head to look, he saw her pissing herself in fear, the stream splashing onto the ground and drooling down her quivering legs. "Ha! What a dirty little skank!" He sucked in a breath through his teeth. "But fuck if that isn't hot!" He let out another louder moan. "Fuck... alright, I'll give you what you want!" He started to thrust himself a little more, not holding back any more.

She was only dimly aware when she felt him cumming, his cock suddenly jerking inside of her throat, pouring the sticky spunk down into her stomach directly. He was also crying out in pleasure, but she couldn't hear it anymore. She didn't even hear the rushing of blood, only a ringing tinnitus that overpowered everything else. Her vision was almost completely overtaken by the dark spots, and what little she could see was blurry and unfocused. She was sure she was going to die here, the dog's cock stuffed down her throat like this. On display as some cheep whore for a group of strangers to enjoy, like some kind of sick circus act.

Suddenly the rod was yanked out of her throat, and his grip on her was gone. She collapsed to the ground in a fit of hoarse coughing and retching. She spat up gobs of thick cum, some of it splattered pinkish. He had rubbed the inside of her throat raw, and the coughing was just as rough, a wet rattling as she brought up more of his foul cum. The dog took a step back away from her as she continued to hack and gasp, rubbing his dick to splatter her with a few more shots. "Well... not bad. You managed to stay conscious. I'm impressed. Most sluts pass out before they can get me to blow a load." He moaned as he squeezed out the last few drops onto her hair. "Mmm. I might just keep you." He chuckled again, stepping away from her and exiting the cage again.

He crouched down on the other side of the bars, watching her gasping on the floor. "I'll be back in a bit. I need to see how the stream is doing. Last time I looked, we were up to 122 watchers." She didn't bother responding. Though she wasn't sure she even could right now. Breathing made her throat sting and ache. Trying to talk would probably just result in another coughing fit. He stood back up and turned to walk away. "Back in a bit!" He let out that horrible laugh again as he walked away, leaving her there.

Daphne let out another soft sob. She realized that she was laying in a pool of her own urine now, along with all the other things that had leaked out of her. Still was probably cleaner than that mattress. She just wanted to wake up from whatever nightmare this was. The tears stung almost more than everything else. Almost.

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She was again not sure how long she was left alone, but it was not that long. Her fur still felt wet when she heard the door open again, and that laughter start echoing down at her. She let out a whimper, wondering just what he was going to do to her this time. "Alright. Well, seems we've hit peak viewers. 178 people! Not my record, but pretty close." Les stepped over to the cage and smiled down at her, though it was anything but friendly. "I've had fun treating you for your birthday, but the viewers are all demanding that I get to the fun part of the stream."

"Wh-what-" She let out a cough as she tried to talk, her voice sounding rough and off to her own ears.

"What's the fun part?" He chuckled, starting to fiddle with the door lock again. "It's the best part." He got the door open. "It's where I get to end your pathetic little life."

Her eyes went wide. "W-wait!"

"Yup! I'm going to fucking kill you. Then I'm going to rape your body a few more times on camera!" He laughed again as he stepped inside, cracking his knuckles. "Think I'll break your ne-FUCK!" He cried out as something shattered against his face. Daphne had noticed he left the plate on the floor, and had gotten a desperate idea. The moment he stepped inside, she grabbed it and threw it at him as hard as she could. The ceramic broke into several large pieces against him, and he stumbled back a step, right through the still open door.

She shoved herself back up to her feet, ignoring how much it hurt to even move. Adrenaline coursed through her, and now she had nothing left to lose knowing he planned to murder her. She charged right at him, slamming herself against his back as he brushed pieces of broken plate out of his fur. Despite being over a foot shorter than him, he was very skinny, and she had the element of surprise on her side... and the desperate panic driving her. As her body slammed into his, he was sent stumbling forward quite a bit. "Fu-" He didn't even get the full curse out of his mouth before he crashed into the metal shelves. "FUCK!" He did get this one out as the shelf he hit wobbled forward, toppling over on top of him. Several cans clattered onto the ground, and a jar of something shattered, spilling its contents.

She grabbed another of the shelves and yanked with all her might, sending it toppling over on top of the first, more jars shattering as they fell to the floor. The result was the man getting pinned under both shelves and the debris. "Fuck! I'M GOING TO FUCKING KILL YOU, BITCH!" She didn't wait around for that to happen, or even see how well he was pinned down. She turned and ran for the stairs, hoping that the door at the top didn't also have some kind of lock. She thanked whatever deity would listen when she pulled the door and it opened with no struggle.

Daphne found herself in the hallway of... a house. Just some nice looking house, even upscale a little. As she started to look for the exit, she found herself in a living room. The furniture was all plush leather, the walls a pale off-white, and decorated almost bland. She had expected to find herself in some kind of murder shack, not what looked like an upscale home. Though on the large television, she saw... he wasn't lying. It showed a view of the basement from the camera, pointed right at the jail cell. Though the angle was probably off. To the side of the image was a scrolling chat. She saw the comments, most of them laughing and calling the guy an idiot. Others were saying how much they hoped he dragged her back down and suggested all kinds of things to do to her. From breaking her neck, to cutting her head off, to gutting her. She just stared at the TV in shock. It was REAL!? This D-Gen stream thing was REAL!

She regretted letting her shock get to her as an arm was suddenly wrapped around her neck from behind. "Gotcha, cunt!" Another arm wrapped around her middle, and she felt the dog's body suddenly up against her.

"LET ME GO!" She shouted, kicking and flailing wildly as he tried to drag her back.

"Not a chance!" He let out that laugh again, but it was strained this time. "Keep this up and I'll fucking break your neck here!" He grunted as he started to step backward and drag her with him. "Now stop fucking struggling and accept your end like a good little cunt!"

She was not going to go that easily. She was so close, she could see the front door now that she wasn't distracted by the stream. She had to get away! Something came to her mind. A piece of something she learned way back when her mother took her to self defense as a teen. Instead of struggling, she let herself suddenly go, her body becoming sudden dead weight in the man's arms. The sudden shift was enough to throw him, and he had to lean forward to keep his grip on her. It was just enough that he lowered her down a little.

Down just enough that she could swing her arm back. Her fist suddenly connected right between the man's groin, smashing as hard as she could into his very exposed nuts. "FUCK!" He shouted, his grip loosening on her. She squirmed to get free again, trying to make a break for it for the door. She got one step before his fingers gripped her hair, nearly yanking her off of her feet. "Fucking... bitch!" He gripped her again, but instead of trying to drag her with him, he just threw her to the side. She cried out as she was suddenly airborne. Then gravity claimed her again. She slammed into the coffee table, crashing through a pair of glass tumblers that had been on it. She felt the glass slicing at her arms and side as they shattered. Her momentum kept her going, bouncing off of the wooden surface and rolling onto the floor, only to smash into the TV table hard enough that the whole thing rattled, and the TV started to wobble.

Just as she was trying to pick herself up off of the floor, the massive flat screen came crashing down against her. She cried out as the thing hit her back and snapped in half against her, knocking her back to the floor. She tried to pick herself up again, only for a foot to suddenly connect with her face, kicking her hard enough that her head slammed into the edge of the table beside her, and she felt a stabbing pain shoot through her right eye as she hit the corner of the thing. She panted, her face feeling suddenly wet from the new cut on her face. The rest of her was not so much better, glass shards digging into her arm, leg, and back.

Les panted heavily. "Fucking... cunt!" He reached down to grab her by the hair again. "I'm going to just fucking snap your fucking neck right here! They can deal wi-" She cut him off again as he dragged her up. She grabbed one of the broken halves of the television and brought it up as hard as she could. She slammed the broken electronic into his head, making him stumble back. "FUCK!" He shook his head. "I'm-" She brought the thing around again, smashing it as hard as she could against him. The already broken thing shattered even farther as it connected with his skull. She hit him hard enough that he was sent to the side, his head bouncing off of the wall right beside him. He hit hard enough that she saw blood left on the wall, and his body simply crumpled to the floor unconscious.

She panted heavily, dropping what was left of the broken television in her hand. She had to leave before he woke up, but everything hurt. She turned, wincing as moving hurt. She could see blood drooling out of her leg from several places. Apparently the glass tumbler pieces had cut her worse than she thought, but she couldn't worry about that. She had to leave. The door was right there. Panic gripped her for a moment as she tried to pull it open, finding it locked. Then she realized she was on the inside and opened the bolt. The door opened for her after that.

She found herself outside only a few steps later. She sort of recognized where she was. It was somewhere uptown, the city's distinct nighttime skyline very visible in the distance. She stumbled forward, her vision getting very blurry as she continued to lose blood. She hoped she could find whatever car he had taken her here. She took a step forward onto the patio, only to lose her footing as soon as she tried to go down the steps. She crashed to the ground, finding her face pressed into the grass. She panted heavily, trying to crawl forward, but all the strength left her, and the darkness started to try and claim her again. The tears stung at her eyes again. She got so close... and she was going to die on the man's lawn.

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Her memories were the vague flashes again. The odd, dreamlike half-remembered fragments. She was cold, alone, scared, and in so much pain it felt numb. Then there were shapes moving around. Vaguely person-shaped colors. She saw reds and whites, and flashes of red and blue over and over. Someone said something, but she couldn't make out the words. Multiple people were speaking. She was being lifted, then she was in a box again. A small metal box that was moving very fast. Then only she was moving, strange blue-green blurs talking at her. They all wore something over their faces, the same color as the rest of them. Then a mask was pressed to her face. She tried to struggle against it, but she lost the battle quickly, and the darkness finally took her away from the pain.

But not the fear. Her consciousness started to come back to her amid a rush of panic and terror. Even before she opened her eyes, she felt herself gasping... trying to gasp. She could barely breathe. She couldn't open her eyes, either. No, just her right eye wouldn't open. Something was covering it. She started to struggle, feeling like she was being held down, tied down, pinned to her back by...

"Easy! Please, calm down! Just take a deep breath!" The voice was firm, but also strangely soothing. And female. She blinked several times, her brain finally allowing her to register the reality around her. She looked at the source of the voice, a squirrel in... medical scrubs. "It's okay. You're safe now." The woman had a hand against her shoulder, holding her very gently down to the bed. She was in a bed. She was also... dressed. Sort of. She was in some kind of long, very light gown, but she was dressed. And had a blanket over her. A pretty heavy blanket, actually.

Daphne took a moment to let herself catch her breath, though breathing hurt her throat. Finally, she asked. "W-whe-" She immediately started coughing.

"Easy... take your time." The woman gave her a smile, holding up a small plastic cup with a straw in it. "Here. It's water. Take a sip." Daphne nodded, opening her mouth and leaning over, but thankfully didn't have to lean very far. The nurse moved the cup closer so she could just take a sip. The water inside was cold and very refreshing. She hadn't realized how thirsty she was until that moment. "There you go."

Daphne let the straw go, laying back. "Th-thank... you." She resisted coughing again. Her voice sounded weak and coarse and wrong. "W-where... am I?"

The nurse smiled at her. "You're in North Dackson Hospital." Daphne wasn't sure why she asked. It was pretty obvious she was in a hospital. "I'm Nurse Norsin. But you can call me Sarah." She gently pat her shoulder again. "You just rest. I'll go tell the doctor you're awake, okay?" She nodded slowly. "Okay. Don't worry. You're safe here."

Daphne laid her head back down. The pillow and bed under her were not very comfortable, but they felt... well, better than the last several things she was laying on. She closed her eyes as the woman stepped out of the room. She was pretty sure she drifted to sleep... somehow. But she was only half-sleeping, as she heard the door opening again. When she looked, she blinked several times. Two people entered the room. One was obviously the doctor, a tall, older coyote. The other man was a police officer.

The cop kept a respectful distance as the doctor stepped closer. "Hello. It's good to see you awake. I'm Doctor Gellar. Can you tell me your name?"

She nodded. "D-Daphne... Daphne Terris."

The doctor nodded. "Very good. Do you know what year it is?"

She blinked at him. "2021?"

He smiled. "Good. Sorry, just have to make sure. You suffered a pretty bad blow to the head, but it seems it is only a minor concussion. Thankfully, the least of your injuries." How was that thankfully? Then again, brain damage could be pretty serious... but how bad was the rest. "Don't worry. We'll go over the rest later, but you are out of danger." He cleared his throat, glancing over at the police officer. "Do you think you're up for answering a few more questions?"

She looked at the cop, a tall possum with a kind face, though he had an almost apologetic expression. "Yeah..." She knew what he was going to ask. "Yeah, I think I can."

"Very good. But don't force yourself too much." He pat her hand gently. "I'll be just over here if you need me." He then looked at the officer. "Be gentle."

The man nodded. "I will." He smiled to her. "Hello, Daphne. I'm Officer Bill Thomson. Call me Bill."

"Hi, Bill."

He smiled. "So, I have some questions. First, do you remember why you are here?"

She closed her eyes, nodding. "Yeah. I... I was..." She took a deep breath. "Someone kidnapped me and..."

Bill shook his head. "You don't have to say the word."

She nodded. "I do. He raped me... and... and beat me... as I got away..." She blinked a few times. "How did I get away?"

He smiled. "You were found on the front lawn of one Lester Sternblick, naked and bleeding quite a bit. The neighbors apparently heard some commotion and called the police. Did you know Mr. Sternblick?"

She shook her head. "No. I never met him before today... or... how long have I been here?"

"Three days."

She sighed. "Damn... but no. I didn't know him."

The cop frowned just a little. "Are you sure? Witnesses stated that you were seen with him at a party earlier that day. And they say you seemed friendly with him."

She shook her head. "No! I don't know him. He... just showed up there and..." She sighed. "I think he drugged me."

Bill nodded again. "Alright. I believe you, but I had to be sure."

"I'm definitely pressing charges, too!"

The cop winced. "That... won't be necessary."

She frowned. "Why not? The man tortured me! On camera!"

"Camera?" He pulled out a little notepad and flipped through the pages. "No one mentioned a camera."

She scowled harder. "There was definitely a camera there! In the basement! He said he was live streaming it to some... something... D something."

He nodded again. "Well, I'll tell the investigators to look into that. They might have found something and didn't tell me yet."

"Why isn't me pressing charges necessary?" He still hadn't told her.

"Ah..." He cleared his throat. "Mr. Sternblick was found dead when we arrived. Blow to he head."

She flinched, her heart suddenly beating much harder. "I-I..." She started to pant. "oh gods... I-I killed him..." She felt herself shaking. "I... I didn't..."

"Easy." The cop gently touched her arm. "It was clearly self defense."

She took several deep breaths, but still couldn't quite catch her breath. "I killed him..." She had never killed anyone before. Sure, the guy was trying to kill her, but...

"It's okay. Deep breaths." The officer gave her a stern look. "You were defending yourself. The signs were pretty clear you were not the aggressor." She nodded slowly. "Listen, I'll let you get some rest. I'll have more questions for you later, once you've gotten some sleep and recovered a little. But you're not in trouble."

She nodded slowly. "Th-thank you."

"You're welcome." He smiled. "And I'll pass on what you said about the camera." He backed away. "Get some rest, okay?" She nodded again, closing her eyes. Though all she could think now was that she was a murderer... she was no better than the man she killed...

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Daphne spent the next three weeks recovering in the hospital. The blow she took to her head was a pretty bad one, but not for the reasons she thought. She had struck her right eye against the corner of the table, damaging it badly. The doctors told her she had lost some 85% of her vision in that eye. It had even become a milky white-blue, in stark contrast to the dark blue of her left eye. The stomp to her tail had also been bad, paired with how she had been thrown around after. The bones had started to fuse in the wrong way, and the rest had gotten infected at some point... and had to be amputated. Her tail now ended only 16 inches from the base, a tiny stump of what it had been. She also had a fractured pelvis, but that would mostly heal.

What wouldn't heal was some of the other internal damage. The man had torn things inside of her vagina that should never been torn. She required surgery on her uterus and cervix. The result was... she likely would never have kids. Not that she ever intended to. But the doctor also warned her that... intimate relations may be difficult. He danced around it, but basically told her that sex would probably be painful for the rest of her life. Not that she was really planning on going out to get laid any time soon.

She answered all the questions the police had for her as best she could. Though they didn't seem to have any information about the streaming. Whatever that site was, they weren't able to track it down. And with the dog dead and it deemed self-defense, the case was pretty much closed. She had started to accept that killing the dog wasn't murder, but it effected her. And the fact that the cops had no leads otherwise made her feel worse. She wondered if she hadn't killed him if they could track this D-gen site down. The fact that the investigation seemed to just end left her very unsatisfied.

Once she was released from the hospital, she wondered just what she was going to do. Could she really just go back to her job, sitting on her computer at home and doing business as usual, going to the online meetings and crunching numbers? She sat on her bed, staring at her hands. She found them shaking. She reached up to adjust the eyepatch over her right eye. She was supposed to wear it for another few weeks, but could eventually take it off. She thought she looked like the worst pirate ever with the thing on.

Falling back onto her tiny bed, she stared up at the ceiling fan, slowly rotating above her. She was going to have to figure out what to do with herself from now on... and she had absolutely no idea where to start. She felt like crying again... and was surprised to find she still had tears to shed.

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