Bad Moms Club Chapter 02
by tannim
04/27/2022

	The bed was comfortable around Oveta when she woke up.  Her head was pounding and she felt awful, but the bed was nice.  She had no idea whose bed it was.  Bleary eyes had trouble making out a lot of detail around her, though she did remember who she was and what had happened.

	A quick jerk upright into a sitting position was a mistake that made the room spin.  She passed out again far another few hours and was glad to find somebody had left a glass of probably water next to the bed when she woke up again.  There was no reason to really worry about what might be in it.  If anybody had wanted to take advantage of her, they had had plenty of opportunity.

	Oveta chugged the water down in a few gulps and held her head. "Uggg, I hate being a lightweight.  I didn't even have that much."

	"You had quite a bit, actually.  You just weren't paying attention."

	The otter covered her ears. "Not so loud!" Oveta managed to blink her vision clear enough to see Fay holding another glass of water nearby. "Where am I?"

	"At Amethyst's house."

	"Who?"

	"Maybe that bartender slipped a little something in your drink after all." Fay handed her the glass and watched her drink it down just as quick as the last. "You remember your initiation into our club?"

	"Yeah... the bad mom's club." Everything that happened up until she left the bar was pretty clear in her mind, if sort of fuzzy around the really fine details of who exactly had been piercing her daughter's chest.  She hesitated a moment, but didn't try sitting up again. "Where's Lyah?"

	"She's grumpy and playing with Amethyst's daughters, Burgundy and Dubonnet." Letting a smile spread on her face, Fay continued. "Or their stage names... Bruise and Asphixia."

	Oveta snorted. "Very colorful names."

	"And very fitting, too.  Amethyst does like the color purple.  Especially on her daughters.  She's a good member of the club, if a bit unimaginative at times."

	"I remember the picture she showed on her phone."

	"Yes, that was Bruise.  They show up well through her fur.  Her fur is much whiter than her sister's." Fay took the glass. "When you're feeling up to it, you can come down stairs and we can get the introductions out of the way.  Don't worry about your daughter.  We took the pins out and cleaned her up.  She shouldn't have any lasting scars.  We were very impressed with her.  She struggled so hard she even tore some of the seams holding her still.  You're dress will need some repairs."

	"Oh.  Right.  Thank you." The mother otter wasn't sure what else to say.

	She had definitely lived up to being a bad mom for the bad mom club letting that happen to her little girl and enjoying it so much as she did.  After doing that to Lyah, she wasn't sure what she should feel.  It would be easier to think without the pounding in her head and she was glad that Fay left without saying anything else.

	Oveta finally came out an hour later, headache still lingering but not as bad.  She wasn't sure what she'd see when she met the Bad Moms Club in their own home, or one of their home, but them watching Lyah and two little mice playing on the floor with dolls wasn't it.  Lyah was more watching than actually playing considering her age, but she seemed interested in the two other girls.

	Both young mice wore normal clothes, but they avoided looking up at the adults and didn't look up when the ladies saw Oveta and let her join them.  There were more than there had been at the diner or bar, including a ferret who looked similar to cub in the video she'd been shown when she was asked to infiltrate the group for evidence.  That cactus had to have hurt terribly going in and just as bad coming out.  What else did they do to their kids?

	"Sorry I took so long.  I felt like shit.  Still do, just not as bad."

	Amethyst waved her hand dismissively. "That's alright.  I'm the same way with alcohol."

	Fay looked around the group of ten women. "So who wants to start introductions? Not you, Amethyst, she knows a little about you already."

	One of the two rabbits stood stood. "I'm Binal.  I have four daughters and five sons that everyone knows about." She smiled. "and two of each that they don't."

	The other stood up next. "I'm Vehsu.  I have no idea where my mother got the name.  I have six sons and two daughters so far.  They obey without question and they take turns for their shows.  Also no, I am not related to Binal.  We're just quite good friends."

	"I'll go next." The hippo stood with a grunt. "I'm Daphney.  I have one daughter so far.  It's hard to find a good man to help make another."

	"I'm Gunwen." The ferret didn't bother to stand as she spoke. "One daughter. One sort of son."

	"In birth gender only these days." Amethyst laughed, the others joined her, including Gunwen.

	"Oh he likes it." After a second she shook her head in amusement. "Well, maybe someday.  He'll be such a nice girl when I'm done.  Very obedient, if he knows whats good for him."

	An owl waved a wing to go next.  Rather more elderly than all the other mothers, she had several spots where her feather s were missing and also held a cane.  She also looked very aggressive when she turned her head to face Oveta.

	"Gulahna, three boys."

	Amethyst sighed. "That's it?"

	"It's enough." A hairless and quite pregnant cat smiled next to Gulahna. "Febihr.  One son," her hands rubbed over her belly, "but working to make another to play with."

	"Don't ask who the father is." Gunwen snickered.

	Oveta couldn't help herself. "Why not?"

	"Because you don't need to know." Febihr snarled.

	"She's very private." A rather skinny dog with a narrow waist and oddly jutting forward chest behind her breasts stood up. "I'm Heart.  I have a son.  Not currently working on making another.  Though I wouldn't mind having more."

	Oveta turned to the last mother in the room.  The rhinoceros sighed and set her drink down.  After waiting a moment for the other women to encourage her, she heaved large body up.

	"Fine... I'm Quenel.  I have four daughters.  They belong to me and I intend to keep it that way.  After all that work I put in to making them I'll do what I want with them and I'm the most brutal of us in general." Quenal did not seem unhappy with that declaration. "Rhinos are tough enough so I don't worry about breaking them."

	Fay nodded. "It's true.  That's why she usually gets to go on first for our get-togethers, to really put the little ones in the mood."

	"And you? I know your name from when I got the invite, but that's about it." Oveta shivered at Quenal's comments.  The others seemed impressed by her, though Quenal also seemed impressed with Fay.  "I assume you have at least a son or daughter."

	The squirrel smiled. "True, I guess I should introduce myself too.  I have a daughter and a half."

	"A half? A half daughter? A half son? Like, um... the sort of boy from," Oveta looked around until she remembered it was the ferret and gestured in that direction, "her?"

	"No.  You'll see in a while." Fay looked at the clock, then back to their new member. "How is your head holding up? Still have that headache?"

	"Yes, but it's not as bad as it was earlier at least."

	"I guess we won't push you any further for now then.  Would you like to go home now or would you like to hang out and chat?" Fay gestured to the girls still on the floor, though they had scooted a little away from the mothers. "You're free to play with your daughter, too, of course.  Just because you're a very bad mom doesn't mean you can't be nice, too."

	"I'd really rather not drive right now." Oveta rubbed her forehead and slid to the floor. "Lyah, do you need to be milked?"

	Amethyst perked up at that. "Does she really need milking at her age? I thought I saw a little come out at the bar but it seems so strange.  Even given her rather advance, er... development there."

	The little otter looked up at hearing her mom's voice saying her name.  She smiled and held her arms up, then giggled when her mother picked her up.  That smile dropped away and turned into a cry a second later when her enormous breasts were compressed against her mom's arms and nearly flat chest.

	"Still, sore, huh? Well, they'll probably hurt a bit while I milk you, too." Oveta hoped the other ladies liked that.

	She wasn't sure how she felt about what had happened.  It made her feel sick inside but the powerful arousing thrill she'd felt while it happened had made up for that.  There was still a lingering tickle in her abdomen from how hot and bothered she had been seeing the pins going into her daughter's breasts and feeling the little girl squirming so violently in her restraints.  Knowing that it had hurt Lyah so badly that she even managed to tear the fabric holding her while struggling made her feel worse, yet wetter.

	Deciding to worry about how wrong or right it was later, Oveta carried her daughter over to her seat. "And yes, she does lactate quite a lot.  The nurses said there was a bit of white on her chest when she was born, too, so I guess she was born milky.  I know passing her twins was very painful!"

	Heart smirked and watched the mother otter squeeze the girl's nipple. "I can imagine.  My, listen to her shriek.  You'd think it hurts to be milked."

	Oveta jerked her hand away in surprise at Lyah's shriek, then felt embarrassed about it.  Of course it would hurt her.  After all those pins had been stabbed into her breast as well as directly through both nipples themselves she would hurt with any touch down there.  Remembering where she was and why she was there made her feel even more embarrassed.  They were the Bad Moms Club.  She should be fine with hurting her daughter.

	She sniffed, wiped her muzzle, and pretended to scratch along her cheek and neck. "She'll just have to get used to it." Oveta pressed her hand firmly against Lyah's right breast again over her nipple, then squeezed and pulled.  A stream of milk squirted out, tinged with pink, and another loud yell of pain came from the baby otter. "I guess this will help her know how it felt to give birth to her."

	"A little sting in the tit? That's nothing compared to giving birth!" Vehsu's deep voice came from behind her. "I'd love to have that little bit she got instead of feeling my pelvis dislocate again and another baby slide out.  That's far more painful than just a few pins in the chest."

	Quenal laughed. "Oh, my girls know how it feels, or at least a damn close substitute."

	Gulahna's beak clacked. "Yes, that forced birthing was a good show last time.  Eggs aren't quite as bad as that.  They come out soft and harden later.  I always thought it was much better than passing those great big things out like you mammals do."

	The other women gathered around Lyah as she cried loudly with her mom milking her.  A hint of blood appeared at the punture wounds on her breasts while Oveta kept tugging but they were mostly closed after the hours she'd been passed out.  All the crying and squealing from the one and a half year old were very familiar sounds to them.  Sounds that the women had joined to hear and share.

	"You birds do have an easier time birthing," Daphney nodded, "but you don't get to play with your toys immediately after you finish.  You have to wait until they hatch and do a lot of work sitting on those eggs to keep them warm and whatever."

	"In the past we had to sit on them, these days we have egg warmers we just plug in.  Much more convenient than holding them in our bellies for months." Gulahna reached a talon out to stroke along Lyah's left breast. "You are right about having to wait though.  We also don't have any of this soft flesh to torment or drink from." The owl eyed the milk with little pink swirls in it. "Are you going to finish that milk? I'd like to have it."

	"If you hand me an empty cup you can have it now.  She's got about half a gallon in each these days." Oveta didn't look up or at her daughter's tear streaked face, she just kept going, feeling bad and aroused at the same time.  When an empty glass was held out, she took it and passed the full one away. "At least her milk comes out pretty easily.  Nice thick strong streams make it much faster.  You're lucky you don't have to milk them... uhh... Gulahna wasn't it?"

	Behind them, the two young mice scooted further away from the adults at the sound of Lyah's crying.  They looked very agitated and on verge of tears themselves.  Nobody paid them any attention until one scooted up against the door frame and a loud electrical ZAP sounded.

	Asphyxia yelled and fell on the floor, clutching at her groin as well as her neck.  Bruise immediately sat down next to her and stared straight ahead. Both girls were crying themselves after a few seconds.

	Amethyst stood up and pulled them by their ears back to the center of the room. "You KNOW you aren't allowed to go so far away from me without permission! Stay there and don't you go near the door again.  You're lucky this isn't a show day and I want you fresh for it tomorrow or you'd be going to get your bag for me right now, Asphyxia."

	Oveta looked away from Lyah to look more intently at the two young mice.  Both were about two or maybe a very small three.  She couldn't tell if they were exactly the same age or not.  They had different fur patterns, with Bruise having a mostly white furred body and just a dare splotch down her back.  Asphyxia had more brown on her arms and legs and an oblong spot on her belly too.

	Their dresses looked normal still, but the shirt collars did have a bulge on the side that could hold a battery or something.  A visible wire ran down a seam toward the girl's waist and disappeared into the dress there.  It had to be for whatever shocked her.

	Amethyst was embarrassed by it.  Both little mice were crying loudly, just like Lyah, but they also looked scared.  Considering the woman probably abused them severely, Oveta wasn't that surprised.  None of the other mothers looked worried, they were mostly paying attention to the baby otter's big breasts and copious milk.

	Gulahna held the glass up and flicked her tongue into the milk she'd be given.  After swing it around a bit she poured some into her beak and sloshed it around.  The owl peered into the glass again, then downed the rest.

	"You say she produces this much every day?" Gulahna nudged Oveta's hand with the glass and was pleased to get the other glass in return, half full of the baby's milk. "A whole half gallon?"

	"Day? I wish.  No, that's each milking session." The mother otter kept squeezing while Lyah stopped crying and just made pained whimpers instead. "You wouldn't believe how much calcium supplement I have to feed her with all the rest.  I tried nursing her but I couldn't produce enough and the little kit did like to bite so she's been on formula until I could switch her to solids."

	"So much.  Well, if you can keep the blood tinting it I'd be happy to take what you pump out of her.  It adds a nice tang to it that the store bought is lacking." Gulahna licked her beak. "It doesn't need to be much.  I'm sure if you keep her on those needles and pins she'd be good for it.  Almost like I'd be eating her a little."

	"I make no promises." Oveta suppressed the shiver she felt at that last part.

	Amethyst nudged the owl. "Don't talk about eating them.  Stop teasing the new gal.  Nobody here eats anybody.  We just play with them and make them really really sore." She looked right down at Asphyxia and raised her voice. "RIGHT, Asphyxia?"

	Dubonnet winced at her stage name and the tone. "Yes!"

	Heart cupped both her hands under Lyah's other breast and heaved it up, earning a wide mouthed stare and sob from the little otter. "These are HEAVY.  I'm impressed at you wearing them and moving around so well at the bar."

	"Just some practice.  It's certainly not the first time I've worn her." Oveta milked faster, or at least pulled harder so it felt like she was going faster.  It earned her some more mewling and crying from her daughter but she wanted to finish sooner.  While it was good to be the center of attention she was curious about the others more than Lyah and really wanted Lyah to stop focusing on her so much with painful things happening. "Would anyone like to take over milking her? I'd be happy to let you have a turn."

	Fay bumped her aside with her hips and took over milking the other breast. "I got this one.  Binal, why don't you do the other.  You've been very quiet.

	The rabbit laughed and took up her place next to to Fay. "Of course I have been, you lot wouldn't stop talking long enough to let me say anything.  Not that I mind.  It's fun to watch." Her small hands caressed Lyah's broad nipple cap, then squeezed and tugged surprisingly gently. "Of course it's just as fun to take part."

	Oveta was surprised at how the woman wasn't trying to make it hurt. "You're being a lot more gentle than I expected, given the club's name."

	"Don't be silly.  It's no good to torture them at all times." Binal wiped a hand along the little otter's cheek to wipe a tear off and smile to her. "It loses impact."

	Quenal snorted. "Not my girls.  I keep them suffering at all times whenever possible.  I don't want them to learn to like it. I want them to surrender fully to me."

	"Yes, you've always been quite certain about that." Binal stuck her tongue out. "They don't cry quite as hard when you do it, though."

	"Of course not.  They're exhausted, as they should be.  Rhinos are tough," Quenel punched her own palm for emphasis, "so I have to work them hard."

	Gunwen stretched out on the couch, her long noodle body bending easily along the arm as she draped her head over it. "So what do you do, Oveta?"

	"She's a judge." Fay turned as she said it. "That's why I had her meet us at the diner like that instead of inviting her to one of our houses."

	"A judge joining OUR club?" Febihr tilted her hairless head to look Oveta over, then ran her hand over the sore spots just visible on Lyah's chest with beads of dried blood. "Certainly unlikely, but she did put on quite the show for us."

	Feeling more than a bit defensive, the mother otter shrugged. "If I was going to turn you all over to the police, I'm sure I would have by now."

	That brought a few laughs.  She wondered if she said something wrong and again remembered she didn't really have any evidence that they'd abused anybody.  There had been one photo on Amethyst's phone but she still didn't have that and it could just be a staged thing even if she did.  They had said a lot of things, too, but saying isn't the same as doing and she didn't even have proof of them saying it.

	Oveta tried again. "You've said a lot of things and shown me some, but I've enjoyed it.  That show in the bar was quite fun, though this hangover isn't.  My headache is still lingering."

	Fay lifted her nearly full drinking glass up. "And I certainly am enjoying fondling your daughter.  I'll admit it was a risk letting you try to join us, but just think, ladies, what it would mean for us to have a judge as a member." She looked around at her fellow bad moms. "If any of us get into legal troubles, we have someone who we can talk to for legal advice and who might be persuaded to be lenient.  Dismissing charges, for instance."

	"It would depend on a lot of things, Fay." Oveta frowned. "However, if there isn't overwhelming evidence of things, it might be possible to ease things in certain situations."

	Heart clapped the otter on her back. "That's good to hear.  I'll keep you in mind if anything turns up." The dog hesitated then turned to Fay. "Now, um... A friend of mine has a friend of hers who met a jackal some time back.  She can't exactly join us for a live show right now but she is interested in joining our club and offered to do a live video feed to make up for the lack of personal appearance."

	"Anybody famous or powerful?" Fay wiped Lyah's other cheek when the otter tot broke out into loud crying again at Binal tugging her teat right on its sore spot.

	"No... not really.  Sort of a coroner.  Some might say prestigious but not sure how much that means with a coroner." Heart looked at Oveta. "But her text said she's ready to go and I thought it might be fun to let our newest member sit through a show, even if it isn't up close and personal." Fumbling with her phone, Heart found the picture she wanted and held it out for everyone to see. "Nephiri's daughter Lori.  Ten and a bit, very athletic, very hungry.  Said she'd even hold up today's newspaper or whatever to prove it isn't pre-recorded or faked."

	"I'm not sure how much I'd be able to enjoy it with the hang over, but I'd be willing to watch." Their newest member felt that same spike of nerves she'd felt with her daughter being tortured against her again, even with nothing actually happening yet. "I wouldn't mind."

	It was set up easily after that with Fay saying yes and Amethyst connecting the stream to her large television.  A black furred jackal woman of about thirty stared into the camera, looking fidgety and uncertain.  A very thin girl with more orange fur stood perfectly still next to her with an upset expression on her face.  The girl looked younger than ten to Oveta and most of the others in the room, but that wasn't a problem for any of them.  While the girl was fully naked, her mother wore an expensive looking blue and green full body dress 

	After a few seconds of staring, the jackal woman cleared her throat. "Erm, I am Nephiri.  I wish to join your club for bad mothers." She gestured at the girl. "This is Lori, my daughter.  She disrespects me and disappoints at every opportunity no matter what I do for her.  Your support group would mean much to me."

	Several of the women behind Oveta looked confused and asked 'support group?' Quenel shushed them quietly.  None of them had ever really considered their club anything so legitimate as a support group.

	Nephiri hung her head, then turned and cuffed Lori's ear viciously. "Thank them for giving me the chance to improve you!"

	The girl glared at her mother.  She had been paying more attention to the faces looking back at her through the screen than her mom and had seen the confusion on the Bad Moms Club members' faces.  Whatever the women were, it didn't seem to be what her mom thought it was.

	She dropped the glare and let her face go blank. "No."

	Nephiri shook her head. "See? I try.  Now she has earned yet another punishment."

	Heart hesitated. "Um, Nephiri, right? Are you sure this is the right, OW!"

	Quenel took her large foot off of Heart's toes. "She is disrespectful? That IS disappointing.  Maybe we can help a little, but first you must prove your intention to join.  Since we cannot be there in person, I have an idea.  Do you have any brushes? Hang on." The rhino moved surprisingly quickly out of the room and came back holding a large headed brush that the other ladies recognized as a toilet brush. "Like this one?"

	Peering into the screen, Nephiri shook her head. "Not that large, but I have a brush.  Hold on, please." She left the screen and came back, holding a long handled bottle brush.  The stiff plastic bristles ran about a fourth of the way down the forty centimeter long handle, all about three centimeter's long.  With the handle being a little less than two centimeters thick, it looked very impressive, though not as impressive as Quenel's toilet brush. "Will this do?"

	"Yes, that is perfect." The rhino smiled. "Please, scrub her vulva with it, sideways along the slit at first, then just shove it inside.  Scrub her good and hard, focus on her clitoris and labia before you go in, then when I say stop, move it to her nipples and mouth.  That should be good for starters."

	The jackal looked at the brush, then her daughter, and shrugged. "If you say so.  It seems a little gentle to me."

	Lori turned her head to look at the brush better.  It was not a nice thing to see after hearing what the other woman on the screen said to do with it.  Her jaws tightened and whole body tensed, but she did not move away when her mother stepped closer with it.

	Nephiri tried to do as advised, standing beside her daughter, she held the handle sideways along Lori's body and rubbed the long brush head against the ten year old's vulva.  It wouldn't go between her legs, since the angle wouldn't let it.  On the other end, the watchers had to fight to not shake their heads at the embarrassing attempt.  Quenel spoke up to clarify her suggestion by saying front to back instead of sideways.

	That failed first brushing gave Lori a taste of what the other woman had in mind for her.  All those stiff thin bristles hurt even just poking against her clit hood and outer labia.  They were so abrasive dragging downward that her left foot shifted back instinctively to step away before she caught herself and managed to stay in place.  As far as Oveta could make of it, the girl didn't want to give her mother the satisfaction of seeing her responding to it.

	After adjusting her grip, and thanking Quenel for the advice, Nephiri stepped forward a bit further to get a better angle, and pushed the brush in again, pointy end first.  It drug along Lori's sensitive vulva easily for her and made the girl wince and cry out in discomfort.  Lori spread her legs wider a second later to avoid having the rough bristles scraping her inner thighs, but that only gave her mother more access.

	Quenel smiled at the quick leg spread. "Go light for the first stroke, Nephiri.  It gives her time to anticipate how it will feel when you really press hard for the next.  Try faster, too.  Slow is boring."

	Behind her Lyah was crying again with the milking still tugging her sore breasts.  She was empty, which was normally a happy feeling for her, but the two women milking her just kept tugging her teats anyway.  With their eyes turned to watch the screen, they didn't even notice.  Oveta did, though, and after a few more seconds she scooted over and tapped their wrists, telling them that was enough.

	On the screen, Nephiri, slapped Lori's hip when the girl lifted a leg a few centimeters up from discomfort. "Stand STILL! Since you feel you must move, spread your flaps open for me so I don't have to."

	The older jackal didn't stop pushing the brush along her slit.  She was surprised at how much her daughter was reacting to such a simple thing.  Maybe the girl was nervous.  Nephiri knew that she was nervous about it herself.

	"You don't have to be nervous, puppy.  They will not judge you." Nephiri felt the bottom of the brush slip fully past her daughter's vulva and did as told by jerking it back while pressing it hard against the girl's soft intimate flesh. "They are here to help me teach you to accept your life better."

	Lori's muzzle tilted up at the sudden friction along her genitals.  Her thighs closed just as instinctively as they had spread, only this time trying to protect the flesh it had touched rather than avoid being touched.  It didn't make her feel any better down there and didn't manage to stop the brush.

	"I said, spread your labia, Lori.  Don't make me have to repeat myself."

	With Nephiri looking up at her, Lori lifted her arms to cross them in front of her chest. "No."

	Her audience was confused.  She was still standing in place and not actually stopping her mother, who just scrubbed the brush back and forth down there, thoroughly rubbing her outer labia raw with the brushing.  The fact that she wasn't bound was just as odd to them.  While not all of the cubs were bound for the other mothers they were generally more fearful or so abused they just gave in if left free.  They didn't let it happen AND be defiant.

	Nephiri frowned, sighed, shook her head and turned back to the screen. "You see what I am dealing with? No respect." The jackal punched Lori's thigh with her free hand to make the pup spread her legs again. "She ignores commands and makes me do the work."

	Heart looked to Fay and whispered. "I'm sorry.  I'll be more careful about friend recommendations next time."

	Both Fay and Quenel waved her away and kept watching.  They were curious about the situation, especially when Lori just scrunched her face up at the brush sliding between her spread genitals over more sensitive intimate flesh.  Nephiri did as told and scraped the brush's stiff bristles over the interior quite hard and fast.

	The first three passes the pink interior just darkened.  Thin trails of blood quickly followed where the bristles scraped too deeply.  Nephiri gave ten more rapid strokes before suddenly stopping.

	"Like that, Miss?"

	Quenel nodded. "Yes.  Now, thrust it inside.  Don't worry about lubricant.  It's supposed to hurt.  Shove until it pops in, then twist and yank it back out several times.  Unfortunately, you don't want to go too fast in there or she'll be torn up too much to feel it all."

	Despite the pain she'd already felt not making her move, Lori stepped back at Quenel's words.  She really didn't want the brush inside of her.  It wouldn't be the first thing in there, and it might not even be the most painful thing, but she didn't like the sound of tearing her up at all.

	"Stand STILL, my little puppy!" Nephiri looked up at Lori's face, pleased that her daughter had not yet screamed but upset that she had moved so much. "You bring this on yourself every day for disobeying and disrespecting me." The older jackal's hand and the brush followed Lori's groin and she was fast enough to angle the brush tip just right to shove it into the ten year old's vagina with one hard thrust. "Do you learn nothing from your punishments?!"

	For the first time the girl cried.  Tears welled up from her eyes and ran down her cheeks quickly.  Her tail curled down between her legs and ears flattened along her head.  She bit her lower lip with her sharp canines to keep it from quivering and her whole body clenched and again she stepped back, letting out a loud squeal from the pain despite her muzzle being closed.

	Most of her audience was pleased to see her reactions and especially seeing her vulva pulsing rapidly with the brush popping out after she pulled away.  It was a short lived freedom for the girl, as her mother followed her, stuffing the brush right back in and twisting it left and right before Lori could back away again.  Nephiri still looked embarrassed more than angry.

	Oveta wasn't sure she enjoyed it that much.  She also wasn't sure why she wasn't enjoying it.  It was nice enough seeing the brush scraping Lori's very sensitive flesh like that and the girl's crying and noises weren't bothering her.  Something about the mother was bothering her.  She was trying to justify whatever she was doing as though it were her suffering.  After a few years as a judge, Oveta had seen a lot of psychopaths doing that.  No matter what they did, it was always somebody else's fault.

	Even that didn't seem to really fit the woman.  She was blaming herself for her daughter not wanting to be hurt? Why was Lori taking it so much with barely complaint? The Bad Moms Club didn't seem the place for that, thankfully.

	When Nephiri followed her, Lori didn't grab the woman's hand or the brush.  She barely tried to stop it.  Tears were still running down her cheek though.  The painful abrasions from the brush left a lingering stinging burn down there.

	Breaking her one word vocabulary at last, Lori snapped at her mom. "I don't disrespect things worth respecting! A dumb religion.  A dumb tradition.  Your rules!"

	The back and forth between them went on.  Nephiri kept the brush going.  Lori kept bickering and not fighting back very much.  Blood dripped from the girl's vagina after just a few penetrations.  Tears and grunts of pain came with it.  Dumbfounded silence was all that came from the Bad Mom's Club.

	At last Fay clapped very loudly. "Yes, thank you, Nephiri.  That was... certainly something! I think you qualify to join..."

	Daphney muttered nearby Oveta. "What that something is and what she qualifies to join I wouldn't know."

	Fay ignored her and it didn't carry to the microphone. "It was definitely a unique show."

	Nephiri stopped with the brush still inside her daughter, one hand holding the girl around her bony starving waist. "What? Oh.  Thank you." The jackal smiled, clearly pleased. "I am so glad to be accepted.  I look forward to your advice and support.  Is there something I must do now?"

	"Members are required to make one video a month being bad to one or more of their children." Fay considered what she just saw. "What bad means is up to them, but it must be entertaining."

	Quenel smiled back at Nephiri. "I would be be happy to share my videos with you if you want some suggestions.  My little Quilla was stubborn too, but she mostly does a lot of quiet rocking in her room now instead of fighting me.  Her sisters learned not to fight very quickly."

	"I would be honored to view them, Quenel!" Nephiri looked like she meant it and even wiped her own tear of joy away. "It has been so hard on my own.  My husband has been no help at all."

	Heart waved and tried to take over. "Yes, thank you.  You may give your contact information to Quenel and she will get you set up." She rubbed her sore foot against her leg and turned back to Fay. "What do you think? I hope she isn't too mental."

	Fay looked to Oveta. "Well, IS she too mental? You're a good JUDGE of character."

	"There's a pun I haven't heard for a few days." Oveta rolled her eyes. "She is definitely crazy, but I can't say much more than that.  Her daughter is definitely abused.  You could see every bone in her body under that pelt!"

	"That's why I said she qualified.  I'm so glad you don't seem scared or worried about her daughter.  I think you qualify too, though we'll really be sure tomorrow.  You're going to be joining us for a live show.  Normally the new member would host, but Heart has volunteered to host tomorrow so you can do the next one."

	"That's good." The mother otter looked at the clock. "I really need to get back home.  I have to meet some lawyers soon and have a few court related duties to take care of."

	Amethyst drove Oveta back to her own car at the bar.  Oveta drove that back to her home.  Both women avoided talking about the club during the drive and just talked about random pointless things when neither could stand the silence anymore.  New members were always awkward to talk to after their first meeting.  Lyah slept the whole way, whimpering every time either car hit a bump.  Her breasts were still very tender.

	At home, she found the same rat who had contacted her last time cleaning her gutter and dressed in a lawn care company outfit.  Ignoring him on the way in she quickly put Lyah to bed and went to the kitchen to put something on to heat.  Her heart was racing from nerves as she got ready to lie.

	After he knocked, she let him in. "Thanks for cleaning the gutters."

	"No problem.  How did the meeting go?"

	Oveta resisted taking a deep breath.  She'd seen too many people in court do that just before they lied.  Including the lawyers.

	"It went fine, though somebody in the bar slipped something in my drink.  I was pretty out of it and they took me back to one of their houses.  I still have a headache from the nasty hangover."

	He frowned. "Good thing you got away from there.  That bar has a bad reputation.  But... what about the club?"

	"I won't know fully until tomorrow, when they're having a real get together.  A live show with their kids.  None of them did anything resembling the awful things they are accused of so far while I was there." Oveta considered what she'd said and ran over the events in her mind.  Technically Nephiri wasn't a member when she hurt her daughter.  Asphyxia was shocked by something, but her mother hadn't done it and neither of them had been treated poorly physically while she was there.  Everything she had said was entirely true. "They didn't show many any pictures or videos, but they did take care of Lyah while I was out and kept her happy.  They seem nice enough."

	The rat shrugged. "Well, keep an eye out tomorrow.  I'm glad you and your daughter got back safely.  I'll be back.  You have a good night, Miss Ruald."

	Again he left and again she watched him go.  She wasn't sure if she planned to turn the women in or if she wanted to join them still.  It wasn't too late to turn them in.  It was still too early to, actually.  They really hadn't shown her anything and not one of them had laid a finger on their cubs.  Sure, Amethyst had gotten angry, but that was hardly uncommon.  Even telling the girls not to go near the door or too far away from her wasn't anything uncommon or bad.

	After some thinking, Oveta wandered out to her daughter's room to look at her. "What am I gonna do with you, Lyah.  Well... I'll find out.  You might not like it.  I'll still love you, whether you think I do or not," She eyed her daughter's chest with a bit of cloth taped over each puncture wound, "or even if you don't like me anymore.  Maybe you'll come to like it if it happens.  Maybe it was the alcohol or the cute guys, but I sure liked it." A quick stroking of Lyah's head and she left, pausing in the doorway only a moment to look back and smile. "I guess we'll find out what happens tomorrow, huh?"