Comic 2 (Lewd Edition!) (Patreon)

The Life of a Princess. 

Day after day they came to her, each one a different shade of weird rabbit. Fed her, gave her water, cleaned her out below, put the gag back in. Then they would shock her again and again. It was humiliating, and she hated it. Not in a 'she secretly thinks its sexy' hates it. She genuinely hated it. She had grown accustomed to the goggles, the shade of blue something that was at first perplexing, then just accepted as the thing to be put up with. Whoever put her in the weird pink bunny costume, they would pay. Whoever took her to this weird reflection of the real world, they would pay. The weird dog man was leaving again... leaving her alone for another day. 

Green with brown spots, the navy blue body builder one, the pink and blue bubbly one... he seemed to have a preference for rabbits, just like the weird dog man said. Their faces were cartoony, was this some sick sitcom? The blue body builder one today... what was his name?

"Hello princess," He spoke with a comical mocking tone, a voice that reminded her of some aussie. Princess was the final nail of humiliation, the nickname they had been giving her. "It's me, Dunny. Your favorite food and water giver. Ready for your daily meal?" Oh god... not again. 

Dunny ripped the apparently flimsy material from her face, a simple act that continuously confused her. Not only did he have hands, but could do what she couldn't. Not once had she been able to remove or rip off the suit around her, how did they? She remained silent as some sort of grey mush was fed to her via a tube. It reminded her of grits with a hint of nutmeg. She'd long learned to not fight back during her feedings and waterings... weird enough since they asked every day if she was ready to talk. "Well," Dunny said. "If you're not interested in talking, I'll leave you be... turn it on." The material affixed to her face, and the shocks started again. "MMMMPH!" 

Hours later...

She sat in her chair, immobile as always. Why did they want to talk to her, but punish her every time she spoke up? What was--

"They wanted to talk to me." 

WHAT? What was that?! A voice?! But... in her head?

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