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When the long, drawn-out squeal that always announced Squeak had been brought to fruition had died down… Ruby could let herself sit back on her haunches and pant for a moment or two. The young lady she had just planted an orgasm in remained hogtied across her lap, trembling a little through the afterglow. She gave those still reddened cheeks arrayed before her a few more echoing slaps… Just for good measure.

Squeak was something of a curator and guardian down here. A curiously damaged creature of alternating tastes who took it upon herself to… attend… to many of the other pets. If Ruby ever felt a little concerned about the rough treatment she doled out on this waif-like being, she only had to remember what the girl would be doing if she didn't give her this other outlet. There was a level of sinister, imaginative sadism behind those dark eyes to which Ruby could make no claims of equalling.

For instance, Squeak's own mother was the girl's favourite plaything, laid out in one of the permanently-darkened rooms down here. The 40-something year old woman was currently tied naked to a table, with three dripping candles suspended above her. Specialised candles, whose wax would never burn hot enough to do any permanent damage, of course. But which still caused a shiver to run through the whole woman's body with each sizzling drip. Looking in on her Ruby noted how thick the layers of solidified substance had gotten, completely covering the middle-aged lady's breasts and pooling in her crotch. She must have been strapped there for several days atleast now… perhaps even a week, moaning softly. There was little sympathy to be had for the woman though. She was the one who had brought them both here.

Several years ago there had been a wave of incoherent political outrage against the unstoppable growth of Ruby and her ilk's popularity and influence on the young. Societies more conservative fringes had started decrying their various creative outputs as encouraging all manner of fetishism and alternative sexuality over good ol' fashioned baby-making. Homophobia was at the heart of it of course… along with the general sense that people with no imagination to their kinks were being left behind. Squeak's mother had decided to ride that wave by publicly sueing Ms. Pandora for ' Causing occult influences on her daughter'.

The case gained a lot of publicity… and dragged back and forth for months as the surrounding debates meandered. But eventually it was completely thrown out, leaving Ruby thinking she'd heard the end of it. Only… soon it became apparent that Momma Squeak's obsession had been little to do with moral outrage or financial gain. She was in fact darkly fascinated by Ruby herself, had been cultivating her daughter's tendencies for years and wanted nothing more than all the sordid stories she'd made up about Ms. Pandora to be true. The pair of them had started appearing outside of Ruby's various homes, in flagrant disregard of several restraining orders. The besieged Starlot had to walk past the deluded creature near everyday… and her poor dragged-along child.

Until, one snowy winter's day… Ms. Pandora had had enough. She could still see poor Squeak shivering under a streetlamp across the road while her mother stared up at the star she couldn't claim. Ruby sent someone to bring them both inside. She let Squeak have a good meal and a hot bath. Meanwhile she fucked the girl's mother in all the most outrageous and violent fashions she could think of… Everything the woman had ever said she did to innocents. Two days it took… Of panting, screaming, furious feminine eroticism. Until all that was left was a mewling puddle of a human being… begging for more.

From that day on… They never left the house again. Squeak took over her mother's punishments. Giving the woman all the constant domineering excitation she so clearly craved. The various conspiracy rags who had lapped up her stories began vaguely insinuating that Ruby had had them both assassinated… But noone really bothered to go looking. Meanwhile Squeak began to find other devoted fans of her mistress would arrive. New playthings for her to practice on…

Ruby looked on in delight as the girl became so much more than her broken mother could ever have imagined.