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Chapter 55

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP

The alarm woke Lola up, and she couldn't help but laugh. An alarm clock, in her room. She stretched and sat there listening to it. Earlier in her life she would have lashed out at that noise, slapping blindly at it until she'd hit the snooze button to steal a few more minutes of sleep. Not now. Now she wanted to listen to it as she stretched on her bed, smelling the ocean breeze through the open bars of her room's window.

She looked around the room and her eyes landed on the blue PVC ball next to the wall. She traced the ridges ringing the edge of it, and the white lettering on the side. "URBNFit". That was hers as well.

She'd earned them both.

It wasn't easy to convince him to give her what she wanted, but Lola, high off the night's victory, was still burning with endorphins and wasn't taking no for an answer.

Two days ago...

She took a few trembling steps out of the cage, her legs aching from the night's party. She knew she was in for it, and now Lola wasn't sure if her legs were made of rubber or jelly. She sunk to her knees as Alan got the cage back in its cradle.

She got a good look at him as she exited the little go-go booth, before she was too tired to do anything than look at the floor. The Man stood there, hands on his hips and was smiling. Smiling.

"I'm going to admit, I didn't think you had it in you. In the beginning, I thought I was going to have to pull you."

"Yes you did." She said, panting.

"Hmmm?" He asked.

"You thought I could do it. Or at least you hoped to high heaven that I could." Lola said between breaths, not feeling like giving any ground. She'd earned this and nobody was going to undermine that.

Someone handed her a water bottle and she drank gratefully. She heard him chuckle.

"Maybe. But you did exceed expectations." He had to admit.

"Then I earned a reward." She responded. The rules were simple- if she wanted anything she had to earn it. Well tonight, she fucking earned a reward.

"Ok. I'll grant you that. What do you want?" he said. She... the rabbit... certainly flying high tonight. He didn't he'd seen her this confident since she sassed him in the beginning and he'd tossed her in solitary.

"I want an alarm clock." She said flatly. "I want to have a schedule again. All this laying around is garbage, and I don't want to waste my life away in the slow lane."

"Hmm... that's going to be difficult. There's no power outlets in your room." Nothing the girls could use to electrocute themselves with, or others, was allowed in their rooms. "And definitely no batteries. Anything with batteries is out right now." He added. Those could be swallowed and prove fatal for someone who was desperate enough, and they were a pain in the ass to constantly import.

"Give me a solar one. Nothing fancy. I can charge it by the window." She said between drinks of water.

He thought about it. Those weren't expensive. That was something that would be easy to pick up. "Ok, but no radio. Just an alarm clock."

"Sure. AND an excessive ball. One of the yoga ones."

He raised an eyebrow, and Alan scoffed.

"ONE reward per action." He said.

"I did good tonight AND I saved your bacon. That's two. I earned two things. I want an exercise ball. If I'm going to keep pulling stunts like this then I need to be fit." Lola said this in a mater-of-fact tone. She wasn't giving up, and was pushing back. This was HER night and she was going to milk it for all it was worth.

The two men looked at each other and Alan shrugged. "She's got a point." He said grinning. "Girl's gotta keep in shape."

The Man stood there and tried to think of some comeback, but it wasn't coming. What she said was true, and that didn't give him much room to maneuver. The island's system worked because it always delivered on what it said it would do: if I girl earned it, she got a reward. Take that way and there was no incentive for anyone to do anything. Not only that, if Lola acquired things of her own, they made her more vulnerable- what was given could be taken away as punishments for bad behavior, and when someone had very little, what they had become very dear. As much as he didn't like to admit she'd done him a favor, she had and he had to reciprocate.

"Oookkkkkkkk... I'll put an order for those... two... items when we make our next shore run. If it comes from me, they'll pick it up. I'm not sure exactly when it will happen, but it will happen."

"YES!" Lola hissed and her tail bobbed excitedly! This was the closest thing to a win she'd had in a long time!

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Lola sat there grinning at the blue ball, her whiskers bobbing up and down. The thrill of victory still made her wiggle a little, her brain sending endorphins through her body as she relived the memory.

Slowly but surely, other thoughts wormed their way in. Why was she so happy about being forced to dance naked at an orgy? In any other situation, she would have never EVER have done that willingly, not even if paid. Had they messed with her head so much that she was STILL celebrating the event? What did that say about her?

She rolled over onto her back and stared at the ceiling, her long tan ears flopping over the bedside, and let out an exasperated sigh. The questions were both valid and bothersome, something she couldn't dismiss or answer, which maybe was the reason they kept popping up. On the other hand, she was frustrated for raining on her own parade.

"Why can't I just let myself be happy?" she asked the ceiling. "Just once. Because I won. I fought and won a fight I didn't want to be part of." And she had, she'd been given an incredible challenge and she'd stepped up and delivered. If she was strong enough to do that, she was strong enough to go the rest of the way until she could get of the damned island.

The ceiling wisely kept its council to itself.

She glanced the clock again, HER clock, and saw it time to perform her duties. She had a schedule now, one that she'd set for herself, and it gave her a feeling of control- some small point of self-determination, along with beginning to pull herself out of the lethargy she found herself in. They were on a somewhat-tropical island with a terrific view, once you got past the bars, something you'd see in a postcard. It also made her lethargic and had whittled down her drive.

But the storm mental clouds came back, determined to rain on her parade. She rolled over and looked at her new property. Was she looking at this the right way? Something was tickling at the back of her mind.

No. She'd been given an incredible challenge and what had she gotten from it? A clock and a ball.

"GOD DAMN IT." Lola grumbled and drummed her feet against the mattress. After all that, her lewd acting, all of it. A clock and a ball; she'd sold herself short. Lola's cheeks flushed at the idea that even though she'd risen to the occasion, she'd given HERSELF the short end of the stick. She got even redder when she realized that she should have been paying more attention to Brandie. On the very first day, that big titted airhead had shown her how much you could get by asking for it and Lola had ignored the lesson. That skank knew how to work the system while little Lola didn't.

She curled up and hugged her knees trying to push Brandie out of her head, and taking stock of the box, she was in. The rewards system was purposefully vague, combined with the constant reminders that women were toys, lead to low self-esteem rewards. Nobody was reaching for sky because they'd convinced themselves that all they could do was reach for their knees. That made her grit her teeth.

If she continued to play the game, she was going to lose. Lola wasn't a loser, so she took a dim view to that; she was a rabbit, not a sheep dutifully plodding along where they told her to go. It was time to start getting the rewards she wanted, without going through the same traps they'd set for her. Sure, she'd have to follow the social hierarchy, but she knew she could do better. Lola bet the girls in the VIP lounge had played pretty lose with how things worked out for them. They had god damned phones!!

"And a travel budget". She said to the empty room. That settled it. It was time to stop living day-by-day, waiting for the next round of humiliation to fall on her. It was time to form a plan and act on it!

The first thing was to make people pay more attention to her, something that would grab their attention. The men here liked sex, that was obvious, and she guessed they had some stereotypes of how they wanted their ideal women to be. Probably like those women in the dirty movies, who always had their mouths open, and were all breathy and moaning too loudly. They wanted an almost cartoon version of a woman having sex, rather than just having sex; they wanted a performance to go with it.

Ok, she could do that! Lola was good as showing off for the crowd. She fished around under the pillow until she found the tennis ball sized camera the Man had given her. Finding the little on switch, she held it with her thumb until the red light winked on. Not for the first time she wondered if anyone was watching. Certainly, everyone had watched her older videos- she was under no doubt they'd been passed round like joints at a concert, watched and re-watched. The idea that a video of her fumbling masturbation had been played on the big screen in the common's room still gave her the shivers, and her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. Even though she knew better, she hoped that these would remain private, even now the stigma of trying to hold onto a good reputation still had its hooks deep in her!

She set the camera down on the bed, trying to keep the lenses centered, and bunched up her pillow so she could back against it, spreading her legs open part way. Up to this point, the masturbating had just been something to do and get over with as quick as possible. However, the party had woken something up inside of her, the part that had wanted more. Men watched HER. Men who were fucking other women, were watching HER. That was something powerful, and put her in front of the pack again. She knew it sick and made her nothing but eye candy, but she had almost nothing here, and that feeling of winning had been amazing. No, it had been exhilarating, and had kept her up for most of the night in that afterglow! Oh how she'd loved that feeling- the energy that flowed through her from it! She'd had a taste of that again, and felt that addiction bite her badly!

So, today's activity was going to be different. She was going to find out if people were watching these tapes, and if she could make them react to her. It had taken some nerve to commit to this, because Lola feared it was playing into their hands, but at the same time, she wanted that power rush of being able to control someone else's feelings at a distance. If she was right, it would confirm a few things. If she was wrong, then it didn't matter because nobody saw. It was time to put on an over-the-top show, something they couldn't ignore!

Lola stretched arms up beyond her head, and arced her back which pushed her chest forward, letting out a signing yawn. After wiggling her fingers, she let her hands first run down her cheeks, then her neck, and finely along her breasts. Her fingers find found her nipples and she gave them a little pinch.

"Ohh! Hmmmm" she moaned a little as she cupped her cream-colored tits, pushing them together for a moment and bit her lip. She had to admit, the injections had made them bigger, and more sensitive. This was a lot more pleasurable than it used to be and Lola didn't have to fake the little groans. One hand stayed there, fondling the soft full well of breast, while the other began to slide down her taunt firm belly fur. Her fingers idly traced her navel for a moment, before dipping lower, past her abs, down, down that full pouting mound between her legs.

"Hmmmmmmmm...." She whimpered, her lips full and wet, easily parted as her finger found her little clit, teasing it. Her slender finger tips, started to circle her button, coaxing it out and lavishing attention on the little joy buzzer. The electric jolts of pleasure made her legs spasm a couple times and Lola let in a sharp intake of breath. She was starting to get moist, then wet.

"Oh! OOHHhhh mmmmhhh... mmmm... yea.." she said her hips wiggling around as she got into a better position. Her voice was vulnerable, all feminine and soft. She let her breast slip through her cupped hand, rubbing her nipple along her palm as she did so. It made her giggle.

Her pussy glistened, wet and willing, heat beginning to throb inside of her. 'Hmmm enough forplay..." she said in a husky voice, and her fingers dipped lower, spreading her pussy open to the camera with her index and forefinger.

"Like what you see there?" She asked teasingly. "Hmm... I bet you do. I bet you like it a lot. I know I do." And there was the giggle again, light and inviting. She was going to go all the way this time when it came to hamming it up, giving a cheesy performance. She'd balked so many times trying to play the slut, falling short. Now, she just pretended she was alone, play acting, and it helped. Today she was going to be the bubble headed blonde slut that they'd wanted her to be, taking it as far as she knew how. If this didn't raise eyebrows, nothing would.

Lola dipped first one finger, then a second in her moist slit, those creamy furred fingers disappearing inside her pink folds. "Ahhh--hhh AHHHHH.. Mmmm mhh mmm mmmmmm." She whimpered, her voice high and delicate. She was rewarded with an erotic bloom of pleasure that began to well up between her legs. She pushed them in farther, wiggling her fingers inside a little, just the way she liked, and she was in to her knuckles. Her legs spread apart farther to let the camera see how full and round her little cunny was; she was genuinely aroused now.

She pulled them out again, fingers now wet and glistening with her pussy juice, before pushing them back in. "AHHHHHHHHH." She said louder, her other hand going to her breast, clutching it tighter. "Oh yea..... mmmmmhhh... that's good... that's what I like... oh OHH!" She pushed in far, until she was up to her palm, rubbing the soft pads of her hands against her cherry pink little clit. Her knees opened further, pressing against the side of the bed, as far as they'd go.

Now she began to slide them back and and push in, picking up speed until she found a rhythm to play with her cunt. Her mouth stayed open and licked her lips, as she breathed faster, taking in shallower breaths. Her palm was soon covered with a wet lather of her own juices and it smacked wetly against her clit, making her spasm, as the sound of wet masturbation began to fill the room. She closed her eyes.

"Oh yes... hmmm. YES! I like that! Ohhh goodddddd I love touching myself! Oh ohhhhh hmmmm fuck.. sooo good playing with my pussy... for you." she knew she had to say that last part and even though she was rapidly turning into one little horny bunny it was still difficult and she almost stumbled over it. She had to make this personal- she had to be talking to the viewer and not just herself. This this how it would turn heads. She was talking to the viewer, wantonly turning them on.

"You stopped talking." Her brain said. "Don't fuck it up now. You got this! Just play the part! Keep talking!

Lola bit her lip and sunk her fingers in deep! The results were incredible as a sharp-edged wave of pleasure rippled up her spine causing her to squeal! This was so much better than before! Her fingers were the same, her pussy was the same, but it was much more intense!

"Oh fuck... oh that was good. Did you like that? Hhmmm... Watching me get off with playing with my little blonde pussy?" she slapped her palm harder a few times and it almost made her eyes cross with the resulting wave of orgasmic bliss. Why was this so good? Thank god, she'd practiced these cheesy lines for a few days now, and she felt like she wasn't going to trip over her own ears at this point. Her hips were beginning to buck, meeting her fingers up part way and the bed began to squeak loudly.

"Mmmmh oh god.. it's good. I love it. I could play with my pussy all day. Hmmmm.. but... hmm... fuck.. it wouldn't be... as... as good as your big cock in m-me." She let out a lewd groan at that and she felt her ears flush. Practice or not, she was still embarrassed talking about fantasies of being fucked.

"That's right... mmmmhhhh... I that's why I like playing with myself. I think about your cock in me, big and hard! HMMMmm... oh god ahhhhh... yea..." she added a third finger into the mix, and begin to push harder into her sopping wet slit. She was going to have another stain on her bed, one on each side. Her hips were squirming too, hand pinching her nipping from time to time.

"Oh fuck... I want you in me. Fucking me hard like that man you are! Hmmmmm... you want that? Hmmm ohhh god... you want to fuck me hard and take my little blonde bunny pussy and make it yours? Hmmm shit.. yes... oh I'm close... hmmm.... Thinking about you cumming hard in me, claiming my cunt! Oh yes... keep fucking me... I'm close... oh fuck FUCK I'm close... I'm going to cum for you.... ohhhh jesuuuusss....Hnnnnnngghh... "

Her face was getting red, features scrunching up in anticipation. He stomach was beginning to spasm now, not realizing she'd been tensing it up as the pleasure turned form a ripple and then into a storm in her belly. Her pussy drooled wetly and her hand was a mess, nipples hard and pink nestled on top of those round heavy breasts. The bed squeaked louder and louder as her hand slapped heavily on her venus mound, fingers diving deep as she could get them in!

Then, the lighting crackled in her belly and the storm burst open, her orgasm erupting so fast it slapped her hard across the face with its intensity! Her mouth let open a long deeply gratifying moan of uninhibited pleasure! 'OOohhhhhhhhhhHHHH!!! I'm CUM... AHHHHH! Ohhh fuuccckkkk! YES YES YESSSSYESYESYESSS!!! AHhh HMMMHHH GOD!!"

Her back arched again and she let it happen! Her toes pointed and then curled, legs spasming uncontrollably, whiskers straight out from her cheeks! Lola's eyes rolled up I their sockets as she fought to stay awake!

"YES! YES! Hmm.. oh my god.. ooh fuck... ummmhhhhh... oh.. ohhhhhhh... oh my god. Mmmmhhhh..."

She babbled, her fingers still nestled deep inside her sopping wet cunt. Every time she moved them, it sent electric jolts of pleasure up through her, making her stop; she was too sensitive to take them out so she left them in.

Lola lay there for a good long time, trying to get her breath back under control, and for the room to stop spinning.

"Why? Because you got off playing the part. The good girl playing the bad girl." Her brain said. "You had an audience, and everything is better with an audience."

As if to drive that point home, a voice, loud and boisterous spoke up at her window! Sitting up suddenly, Lola had to scramble to keep the camera from rolling off and onto the floor. Pulling her fingers out of her hyper sensitive pussy made her ears curl.

"Now that's something!" said a voice. She looked over window and saw two men smiling and nodding. Lola saw he was missing a tooth.

"Hell of a show." Said the other, slimmer than the first.

"oh... ahhhhh.. ha. Ha. Ha." Lola stammered, her face flushing, draping one golden ear across her muzzle to hide her embarrassment. "G-glad you liked it!" That sounded stupid but it was all she had.

She wasn't ready for this, still in her post orgasm afterglow, she felt too sensitive! Vulnerable. She'd wanted time to prepare for the result, get her game face back on, and possibly manage the situation. She was anything but prepared now, not witty come backs came to mind, no charm offensive used to her advantage. Lola wasn't sure if she could walk at this point considering how much her legs were shaking.

"That's right! Hell of a show!" said the big man, repeating his partner. "Now, how about an encore? A little after party with us?" he cupped the front of his pants to outline his erection.

"How about it? You like to party?" said the slimmer man, undoing his overalls.

Lola's eyes went wide as she got the meaning crystal clear. In the back of her mind she remembered that the Man had partially greenlit her, so parts of her were fair game! And here she was, putting on a loud show, not paying attention to who was watching! She'd been a total cock tease to them and they wanted her to deliver!

"Oh shit..." Lola said, and gulped.