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Here's chapter 3. It's incredibly tempting for me to just post all the chapters to get to the more pleasant things, but I'm trying to stick to what I said before. To avoid the issues I had before about inconsistent spacing and coloring, I have pasted without formatting (ctrl shift v), and the only thing sacrificed is the lack of indent on a paragraph's start, which I've replaced with five spaces. Hopefully this prevents any issues. Chapter 3: Painful passage of time =====      Sarah’s following days did not fare much better. Her dreams became vivid enough to almost be perceived as real, yet filled with references to fiction that she could just barely identify before being swept up in the moment. Waking left her with a sense that something was missing, some sense or power that she couldn’t identify until she tried to move and realized she could not. Her first full day in this place was still with her being looked after by the rabbit person, though due to his playing around with her arms and legs to make her ‘dance,’ she spotted and felt another clothing item she hadn’t expected.      On her left arm was a golden band about an inch thick with thicker, rounder edges and a single pillar-like emerald gem that was deeply set in the accessory. The only other odd thing about it was how it didn’t appear to match her outfit or have any obvious way.      Her routine was straightforward, if incredibly boring the whole time. The two adults of the home would wake, the rabbit would busy themselves in the kitchen, preparing coffee and breakfast, set aside the formula into a ‘bottle,’ then gather the morning newspaper and read it while cooking until ‘Dr. Charles’ made their appearance. Dr. Charles was some kind of mix between a golden retriever and a german shepherd, but in a bipedal form. He always walked straight to the counter for his coffee, poured his cream and sugar in, then took his mug and the newspaper to his chair in the living room and sat in it to read, facing away from Sarah. The rabbit would then ‘play’ with Sarah until Charles finished his coffee, then left her to deliver breakfast and eat his own before leaving with Dr. Charles. Sarah was left at home for hours at a time until the pair came back home and after dinner was made, eaten, and cleaned up, Sarah would be fed, ‘cleaned’, and put back away in a crib along the wall under a window.      When she was left alone, she tried to figure out what more she could infer or learn about where she ended up. Information was limited, and while she would have loved to walk or even crawl to the newspaper to find out more, she struggled to do more than wiggle her torso and turn her neck without problem, let alone do anything about the ‘crib’ that was her prison more often than not. When her efforts proved mostly fruitless, she let her mind drift to memories and fiction, trying to pretend to play the games she had at home to the best of her memory until she fell asleep to ignore how helpless she felt.      When she’d wake, there’d be a constant tingling sensation of something she couldn’t put into words at some of her extremities, especially where the band accessory was on her left wrist. It slowly went away, but with it came a lingering feeling like she was lacking some extra sense that she didn’t have. Only by staying awake for a couple hours or by sleeping and returning to her dreams did that sensation go away. She tried to move her limbs bit by bit when she was left alone and couldn’t go back to sleep, but the most she was able to do was give herself pins and needles. ----------      It was a few weeks later, as best Sarah could guess since she didn’t have a calendar and could only count the number of days and nights she experienced, before the pattern changed. The rabbit was starting to get less available, a few times even leaving before they made breakfast, leaving her to be fed by Dr. Charles, if he chose to. New figures started to enter the home with Dr. Charles now, looking younger yet still being adults. Each of these newcomers were significantly different. Several were felines and canines, one was a different rabbit or hare-person, but each of them did the same thing. They spotted Sarah almost immediately, moved beside her crib, and started paying her full attention while Dr. Charles took care of dinner for himself.      Sarah would watch these younger adults with cautious reservation. With each day she interacted with them, she noted how they were treating her more as a toy and less like a person, especially when she inevitably had to use the bathroom and caught both herself and the guest by surprise. One of them outright said they weren’t sure taking care of her was ‘worth the extra credit’.      <This is utterly humiliating for me too you giant ass! You’re just lucky you gave me information with that mutter you thought I wouldn’t catch!> She thought angrily at him before slowly realizing what was said. <Worth the extra credit… so this giant’s a student somewhere. That means I’m near a school of some kind. Why would I be the extra credit unless- Oh, ok, so Dr. Charles the canine is probably a teacher or professor and is giving students extra credit for babysitting me for some reason. That’s… not immediately helpful, but that’s something. I need to keep calm, I can't do anything with my anger. Just take deep breaths, focus on what goes on, maybe eventually you’ll get information on a name or an address, some point of reference. You never know what will happen that can help you escape.>      After the first week of the students coming, the weekend was brutal. The ‘formula’ she was being fed was less gritty but still bland and only half a liter at the two meals she was given, barely enough to sate her hunger. Her arms and legs were constantly a mix of tingling and pain in varying degrees as she laid there. Once or twice it got particularly bad and she started to cry while gritting her teeth.      “Quiet. No one wants to hear a toy cry.” Dr. Charles said firmly with a hint of a bite to his tone.      Sarah heard that and stilled instinctively, even as the tears flowed silently. It was hard for her to comprehend how she could feel so alone and isolated, and to escape, she cried herself into a fitful sleep. As she slept, trying to adjust herself to be more comfortable, she felt her arms achily moving. It was enough to make her wake up fully and slowly flex her arm until out of the corner of her eye, she noticed Dr. Charles shifting his papers.      <Oh crap!> she thought, swiftly letting herself go limp again despite the tingling and closed her eyes almost fully, trying to keep just one eye slightly open. Her heart pounded in her chest so much she felt it in her throat as he seemed to peer around the paper at her, then snorted and returned to reading his paper. <That… was too close. I don’t think he will be happy if I’m caught moving, so I need to try again when the weekend is over. I can see what movement I can pull off, get some strength back, and maybe make an escape in the coming months. Almost anywhere has to be better than here.>      After the weekend ended, Sarah was relieved to once again be given some time alone. The quiet and solitude was safety now, with no eyes to watch her and wonder what she was up to. Her limbs moved sluggishly, like they were slightly unfamiliar to her mind yet heavier than they should have been. Despite the pain, she managed to test the full range of her arms and found they were mostly normal. Her legs were more of a struggle to move, though the furs’ clothing choices for her and her near permanent diapered state did not help.       A few hours into the day, Sarah was alarmed to hear the noise of someone trying to open the door and fumbling with a key. She quickly pushed her body back into place and ignored the stinging that ensued before the lock clicked and the door swung open. She moved her head around as best she could to look at the person entering and she recognized one of the furs she had seen in the past few weeks walking in.      The student in question walked into the living room, put their backpack down, then began to pull out some notebooks, a textbook, and a ‘laptop’ proportionally sized to them. Sarah watched in mild fascination but tried to pay attention to anything that might give her more clues.      <The book… Can’t read the spine- oh and they opened it right away so fat luck of that.> She mused, then groaned near-silently, <Of course they have earbuds. I won’t be able to get much out of this one… but if they are trying to study from Dr. Charles’ place, maybe they’re trying to get some of their other coursework done while they get their extra credit, which means some of the other students will likely do the same, and i’ll get five chances a week to find out what they study, where from, names… I don’t know what I’ll do with them, but eventually someone will set up without headphones or let me see their books and screens!>      Sarah’s first day was a bust, as expected, only gathering the knowledge that the first fur was studying physics and biology. She didn’t get fed or changed until after the student was relieved by the bunny man, at least half an hour after the sun had fully set. She was so tired that the moment she was fed, she was out cold a second after.      Her second day fared as well as the first, noting the boy was studying management and accounting. She was let out of the bed once and held upright, but only for a few minutes until he got bored of her lack of sounds or movement and put her back on her front. Sarah wanted to roll over, but it was almost nice to be in a different position and when the bunnyman came home at the same delayed time, he gave a firm talk about how it was slightly dangerous because she couldn’t roll back over. It was all Sarah could do to avoid snorting or laughing at the absurdity. At most she might be at risk of infection but she was already at regular risk of that due to their lack of cleanliness, however minor that might be.      The third day was much more beneficial. A vixen student came and after getting all of her study materials out, she checked to make sure the rabbit man had left and then reached down for Sarah and picked her up by the armpits. It was uncomfortable but it didn’t last long, she set herself down on the ground, laid Sarah across her lap, then began to work on the computer as she alternated between studying and trying to babytalk and play tickle at Sarah. Between the forced giggling moments from being very ticklish anyway, she was starting to piece things far better.       <Student name is Callie, looks like she’s getting some general education courses handled with history- Velisian history? Might be a country name, but is it this place or a different nation?> Sarah thought as she looked at the screen before another brief moment of tickling and petting happened until Callie took a break and went back to studying. <Wait! That’s a college logo and address- go back go back! … damn. She definitely won’t. I need to keep an eye out for that if it pops up again.>      Sarah tried as she might, but she couldn’t see a point where it came up again. Callie shifted her legs after half an hour which made her ability to see the screens much harder, then after another dozen minutes or so she sighed and moved Sarah off her lap and to the side on the floor, leaving her there as she moved the computer onto her lap and left no other opportunity to learn that day.      Day after day passed, most of the time spent was being bored out of her mind.       <What day number am I even on now? Was it fifty two or fifty four? Nearly two whole months either way, ignoring just how long the days feel here. Sometimes I sleep twice and it’s still barely the same night.> Sarah mused to herself. <The clocks are on a twenty four hour cycle, and the language is the same for some weird reason->      “Tonight we have a special guest speaker, Doctor Charles Stanley. They are a sociologist and human studies professor at our own local branch of the Valis National University. Their accomplishments-” The student’s speakers played out of the computer, catching Sarah’s attention and she rolled her head over to look at the screen, only catching a glimpse of the figure before noticing the student was looking her way. She looked at them for a few seconds before rolling her head back to look at the ceiling      <That was definitely the same Doctor Charles! So they cover sociology and ‘human studies,’ whatever that’s supposed to mean. It sounds like the student’s either listening to a guest lecture or a debate. At least this will give me something to listen to as long as I don’t fall asleep.>      When the announcer finished their introduction of the doctor and he took the stage, Sarah grimaced as absurdity after absurdity came out of their mouth.      “Society at large is a complex topic, but at its core, much of what is observed is known at fundamental levels and explored through the lens of data in a wide array of fields. Throughout generations there’s been conflicts over land, resources, knowledge, talents, and it surprises some to learn, even these humans.” Dr. Charles would expound, “This fact is not kept hidden, but due to its scarcity in occurrence, was considered to be possibly folklore or myth. The oldest known tale of a human in history is from approximately five hundred years ago, where a quadrupedal wolf was camping in the woods when he heard sniffling coming from the woods while trying to start a fire. When he went to look, a human child that barely stood up to his bellyfur looked up at him in terror. It was barely clothed, starved, and on seeing him, fled. The tale says he managed to chase it, brought it back to the campfire and kept begging for its life, only to be given food, a much needed bath, and a night’s rest. It offered to serve him for life for his kindness.      “He turned it down, but when he tried to send it back the way it came, it could not find its way back and he was stuck with it.” Dr. Charles explained. “This tale spread and we find subsequent stories a mere fifty years later where other humans, in pairs, on their own, and one instance of a group simply appearing, claiming to be lost in a fog and coming across ‘furred giants.’ Each of these tales end quite differently, our kind found themselves drained of resources, asked to give more than they could of themselves, and even a few times killed for what they had.      “These tales, to a sociologist like myself, provide a few early data points of what life was like for us at that time and even if somewhat fictionalized, are insights into the lessons that were welded into the stories and how societies were shaped by them. Humans a mere two hundred years ago were seen as legendary, a cautionary tale about resource management and maintaining a drive to care for our own instead of another. Now we look to the present, some thirty years ago our world began visiting the human world. We could observe them in their natural habitat, and take samples back with us for observation.      “Nearly every single human observed had intelligence and emotional capacity less than that of our average ten year old, several were less behaved than our five year olds.” Dr. Charles said as if in condemnation, tone coming out like ice. “Their brightest minds are equal to our best high school graduates, with theirs barely being better than middle schoolers. When taken out of their environment, very few take a look at what we have accomplished and ask ‘how do you do this or that’ or ‘what can we learn?’ Instead they are nearly all ready to either latch onto whomever can care for them or lash out like a child in a tantrum until they get their way.”      <Gee, if people get abducted and taken out of their element, they act in ways that prioritize their survival. What a novel concept!> Sarah thought to herself as he seemed to pause for some sort of effect. <But then, if he thinks so little of humans, why does he have one in his home? That- >      “Humans are nearly infants or pets compared to us. They behave like children around us, their societies are poorly managed and prone to the whims of the strongest willed individuals even as they pretend they chose those representatives, they fail to keep their abusers in check and cede more power to them, everything that they do is childish.” Dr. Charles said, “That is why humans’ place is beneath-”      The audio’s sudden lack caught Sarah off guard and she looked over to the student before almost scowling. The student had put in their headphones and started typing on their computer, taking away the audio that she was miserably listening to.      <That bastard… I’m annoyed at the kid… student… whatever, for taking away the audio, but that bastard really thinks humankind’s general behavior should decide how all of them treat humans-> She paused and caught herself before answering her own question, <Okay, maybe, but there’s no way he’s being fair in his assessment. Humans can be terrible in a lot of ways, but they can be really good in others so it’s not fair. Even if I take what he says at face value, that they’re that much more intelligent or whatever, that doesn’t mean we aren’t people!>      Sarah ranted at him for several minutes before finally calming and rolled her head away from the computer to try to think about her situation again.      <What did I learn from this? Other than ‘I hate Charles’ guts’ of course.> Sarah thought to herself, then settled on a list. <I’m living under the roof of Dr. Charles. He’s a professor of sociology and ‘human studies’ at Vel… Valis? The national university here. He has a low opinion of humans and thinks they are beneath the collective species that live here. He has several students who babysit while looking at lectures for extra credit, a possible abuse of his station. The fact there is a debate strongly suggests the presence of others who do not agree with him and are arguing for human protections, if not human rights. If the debate had been more defensive or positive, then I'd infer that death or expulsion was the other side’s position. Given his low opinion of humans, he doesn’t seem to be the type to have a human, pet or otherwise, so there must be an ulterior motive making him put up with it. The rabbit man, while entertained by me, doesn’t seem to be getting attached to me so it’s not likely i am or will be theirs- does that mean i’m going to be handed off to someone else?> Sarah hesitated, imagining the situation then tried to force herself to refocus, <I can’t assume that. There’s not enough information to go off of and I can’t just make guesses like that…>      Sarah’s thoughts grew less and less coherent as her eyes fell closed. The silence other than the typing on the giant’s laptop and the stillness of the air lulled her to sleep.  

Ich werde von meiner Stiefmutter sehr oft verprügelt. Für meine Prügelstrafen verwendet meine Stiefmutter eine Lederpeitsche. Wenn sie mich auspeitscht trage ich zwar keine Windel sondern eine Gummihose. Vielleicht solltest du über der Windel eine Gummihose tragen und dich mit einer Peitsche züchtigen lassen. 

The remedy to this seems so simple, just wear a good, long lasting diaper under a nice full skirt.  Not hard to find these days, and it solves all these problems.  Maybe have to get a larger purse as well to carry changing supplies, but not a problem for a 30's something gal these days? 

Prügelstrafen gab es von meiner Stiefmutter oder meiner älteren Stiefschwester immer auf die Gummihose. Ich trug die Gummihose am Tage immer ohne Windel. Wenn Mutti oder die Schwester Lust hatte mich zu prügeln musste ich die Peitsche holen und bekam Peitschenhiebe auf die Gummihose. Jeden Sonnabend, am Erziehungstag, tagte das Familiengericht. Ich musste dann, nur in Gummihose mit der Peitsche in der Hand, zum Strafvollzug antreten. Dann wurden meine Vergehen und die Art der Strafe bekannt gegeben. Die Strafe waren immer 25 Peitschenhiebe auf die Gummihose. In der mitte des Zimmers stand der Prügelbock. Damit ich beim auspeitschen nicht so zappel musste ich mich über den Prügelbock legen und wurde festgeschnallt. Die Gummihose spannte sich jetzt straff über meinem Po. Trotzdem  mich das auspeitschen stark erregte, schrie, jammerte und stöhnte ich bei jedem klatschenden Peitschenhieb. Wenn ich zu sehr schrie gab es noch ein paar Peitschenhiebe zusätzlich auf die Gummmihose. Nach der Auspeitschung musste ich mich in die Ecke stellen und die Gummihose runter ziehen damit jeder die Striemen sehen konnte.  

French Fries - so good with Tzatziki