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[q]Carmen set her wine glass down on the table next to a half empty bottle and laid back against the luxurious couch. Beneath her a little bronze bunny cub was kneeling with her wrists tied behind her back between the woman’s legs desperately eating her out. The beautiful white wolf could plainly hear the various vibrators attached to the insides of the chastity belt her little slave wore ruthlessly assaulting every available sensitive spot on the little girl’s crotch, and, by her own command, she knew the cub would be forced to remain in that position with her forced pleasure and pain wracking her body and mind endlessly until she managed to get her off. Unfortunately for the girl, while her enthusiasm was impressive, the older woman had been serviced by far smaller and more talented tongues and payed her and her desperate efforts little mind. Besides, her thoughts consumed by plans for the following day.

The mansion was a bit empty for one occupant but she rather preferred it this way. A lifetime of luxury had been the wolf's birthright, but all it had bred in the woman was boredom. She had no interest in business or politics or any of the things those born to her station were supposed to be involved in. Rather she simply yearned the freedom to live as she pleased.

All of that had changed when her thrill seeking parents and older sister were killed in an accident while touring in space, leaving Claire the sole heir to the Lefou family’s vast fortunes. Just entering into adulthood herself, she now had the means and more importantly the freedom to explore her desires in life.

Claire became reclusive, leaving the family’s businesses to their various corporate heads. Meanwhile, under her new name Carmen, she found herself being drawn to much more taboo pursuits. What had started as curiosity over her own incredibly sheltered childhood quickly grew to starting an association with several like-minded men and women of affluence. Among them, the charming wolf quickly became their matriarch.

Carmen retained only a select few of the mansion's staff afte taking over, those she knew were aware of and assisted in her past indiscretions, those she felt she could implicitly trust not to betray her. Those who were in just as deep as she was. And of course those who were tasked with “dealing with” those whose lips or conscience might slip... With this clandestine group of followers, she set about finding fodder for her new associates. Eventually she entered a partnership with a certain cartel that trafficked in the youngest of slaves, helping to bankroll their collection efforts in exchange for exclusive access to the product for as long as they wished.

While she would admit there was a certain amount of enjoyment to be had in watching men and women have their way with young, helpless cubs (and she did in fact have her own private menagerie of little girls for when the mood struck her as it had that afternoon, though they mostly served to keep her staff entertained and complacent), Carmen believed herself and her group above the plebian desires of simple-minded cub rapists. The wolf was a connoisseur of the most forbidden of fruits: little girl’s pussy juices. That so few in the world would ever know such a unique taste is what gave it value to her and in turn her customers.

Some among her group and now customers preferred to drink straight from the tap, so to speak, but even this was beneath a woman of such refined taste. Instead, she had cultivated a strain of grapes that would lock in a girl’s unique flavor without overpowering it. The resulting wine was truly the sweetest ambrosia. And of course once word of her creation began to circulate, the exceedingly rare wine became all but priceless.

Ironically, the girl that never cared about her family’s businesses had found a way to make a fortune of her own. The money meant little to her though; her love of the product (and watching back the videos of harvesting said product) are what drove her to continue to seek new “flavors” in search of the perfect wine.

Carmen felt the tremors rip through her little pet as the poor cub was forced to endure yet another climax. The girl pulled away from her crotch, seemingly desperate to find some angle to ease the ache running through her fatigued body as she unwillingly clenched down upon the ruthless invaders still working her over, a gutteral groan escaped her lips as she helplessly rode out the sensations. Carmen smirked; the fool child was only prolonging her own suffering by pausing in her ministrations. While she briefly considered letting the girl learn her lesson the hard way, ultimately she would suffer not even a moment's insubordination from her pets. With that in mind, the wolf laid a delicate hand on the bunny's head before pulling it forward as hard as she could into her crotch, effectively blocking off the little one's airways. Only when she felt the renewed desperate licking resume did she pull away and let the girl return to her own frantic pace.

Her pet's reluctance properly disciplined, Carmen glanced down at the bottle on the table. Each of the bottles from her vinyard was individually labled and, beneath a picture of the vineyard themselves, proudly featured the name of the girl or girls who had contributed their essence to it. This particular bottle had only one name on it: Lina.

Carmen remembered Lina quite well; she was, by far, the closest she had come to perfection in her personal opinion and everyone she had talked to that was lucky enough to get their hands on a bottle from that barrel agreed. She was also quite fond of the video of the little cabbit writhing in blinding pleasure even after her consciousness had long faded. The girl was also one of the most productive producers she had ever seen, making her blend extra potent.

Sadly, the half empty bottle was now all that remained of that wondrous blend. But this was a problem she intended to solve soon enough. It was annoying that those brutes in the cartel had refused her offer to buy the girl outright, but she could still be rented like any other slave. It would be costly, but this year she intended to dedicate the entirety of her harvest to the cub, no matter how long it took to get the ingredients.

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Lina shivered with excitement as she felt the vehicle come to a stop. She knew full well when her handlers had come into her cage and hogtied and blindfolded her that day what to expect, but for the first time she could remember, she was actually looking forward to being a centerpiece for whatever party she was going to. It had only been a few days since the last time she’d been rented out, but she could still feel whatever it was that other girl had done to her coursing through her body. She still remembered how impossibly good it had felt getting impaled by those two men, how good that other girl’s tongue had been, how she had shamelessly begged for more...

She couldn’t explain it, but that same intensity that she’d felt over those days was still burning in her.

She felt herself being lifted up and carried somewhere by strong but decidedly feminine arms. It was hard not to squirm in anticipation (not that it would have made any difference with how securely she’d been bound) and she felt herself heating up even more as her imagination ran wild with possibilities as to what the woman and hopefully her many, many friends would do to her...

After a few agonizing minutes, finally she felt herself lowered onto cold tile floor and her blindfold was suddenly removed. As soon as her vision cleared Lina found herself staring up at a tall wolf woman in a blood red dress. The girl was struck by an unfamiliar feeling. Her memories were a long string of jumbled sensations and the inside of her cage but somehow this woman’s sharp gaze and features were familiar to her... Then she saw it, the oversized wine glass sat on the table. Through the haze of her broken mind the memories of her previous stay with this woman burst forth. Long hours strapped into a machine, forced to cum endlessly into a tiny bottle until she had filled out a whole rack...

At the time, it had been torturous, nearly driven the cub mad.

Now there was no place in the world she would rather be.

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Carmen was conflicted, to say the least. She had heard rumors of the little cabbit’s change in demeanor when she had gone to rent her; apparently it was a very recent change. While her cretinous handlers were quite reluctant to elaborate on what exactly had caused the change, the difference was obvious from the moment she had brought the girl down to the basement. Where once had been a frightened cub that had taken several hours on the “juicer” to break in, now stood sex-starved junkie who was overly excited at being used from the moment she realized what was happening.

A darker part of the wolf regretted not being able to watch the cub slowly submit to her merciless whims as she had before. On the other hand, she couldn’t argue with the results. Even with the party she had thrown the first night (many in her inner circle who were aware that she would have Lina again that year had begged to try her “straight from the tap”), she had still managed to fill almost ten bottles before she had to rest. At that rate, she would be able to fill out the year’s vintage with time to spare.

That’s not to say that there were no issues though... It became clear very quickly that whatever had happened to the now sex-crazed cub had left her virtually insatiable. More than once she found the girl furiously jilling off when she was supposed to be eating or resting. Even binding her in her cage had proven ineffective as the cub somehow was able to pull free only to resume masturbating; she supposed she should be grateful that the girl seemed completely disinterested in attempting to escape. Still, it was annoying trying to keep the cabbit functional enough to serve in the juicer from day to day instead of wasting her efforts on the floor.

Ultimately, she had finally given up and tasked her staff with “wearing her out” at the end of each day. According to her secretary, it had taken the better part of the night and the full effortsof the entire staff (who found the girl's impossibly tightness in spite of everything she had endured quite draining themselves), but finally after a nonstop onslaught the cub finally collapsed into a pleasure coma. It was good to know that there was in fact some limit to her endurance and stamina at the very least. And even then she was ready and raring to go as soon as she had come to collect her that morning.

She could see plainly why the cartel didn’t want to give Lina up. In a business such as theirs, a girl with such impossibly high endurance and recovery ability would be the crown jewel. Still, she couldn’t help but feel the girl was wasted on such brutes. Moreover, she was a little concerned about whatever drug they had given the girl to make her so... broken. She had confirmed herself that, thankfully, it hadn’t affected the taste of the girl’s copious juices, but still the intensity of the effects on the cub was so far beyond anything she’d ever seen before; it didn’t seem like anyone without that girl’s seemingly unnatural fortitude would even survive the effects, much less recover from them to any meaningful degree. She sincerely hoped this would not be the standard going forward for their product; no matter how entertaining in the short term, she had no need for burned-out husks or, worse, corpses at her parties...

But these were concerns for later. For the time being, detestable though it was, she still needed the cartel’s cubs to supply her and her group. One day though, she would take little Lina for her own and deal with their rabble once and for all...[/q]

Some lost media here... Had this idea in my pocket, had it done and then promptly fell off the map for a couple of years. To my knowledge, this wasn't posted anywhere either so welcome in.

For those paying attention, this takes place right after Lina was drugged up and turned into a raving nympho. The effects would wear down over time, but the effect on her broken mind was quite permanent. Also, a little detail I don't usually have cause to point out but Lina’s tail is prehensile. Clearly though it wasn't enough to calm the raging inferno in her loins so more drastic measures were necessary.

This also marks the first official appearance of Claire "Carmen" Lefou, one of the three major figures in extracting Lina from a lifetime of slavery (and likely the only one that will be seen in art). I do so enjoy a character like this: cold, practical, single minded in their goals, believing themselves above the pedestrian desires others, completely blind to their own hypocrisy... In any case, this "dommy mommy" will be available going forward for commissions if any little girls out there want a turn in the distillery or otherwise sub to a mature woman.

More to follow soon-ish. Hopefully. I've got quite the backlog of art to post yet so...

Artwork by @SoulCentinel