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Version 3.4
Continued to revise, tag, and date older stories
Added the following stories...
*Welcome to the family (Read the tags)

Version 3.3
Continued to revise, tag, and date older stories
Added the following stories...
*The breaking of the Batgirl (Added chapter 2)
*The Truth (extensive update)
*How I started online (extensive update)
She knew who she was

Version 3.2
Continued to revise, tag, and date older stories
Added the following stories...
It wasn't supposed to be like that
The breaking of the Batgirl

The sweet release of freedom

(true, chastity, threesome, creampie, oral, foursome, rough, belted, impact play, choking, fisted)

It's almost indescribable the freedom you feel when being released from chastity. For a month my cunt was denied me, always in my belt, except when Jack showered me. Only he could touch my cunt then, only he could clean it. I wasn't trusted, he held the key, the control of my wet hole, both removing its control over me yet making it the only thing I could think about. I couldn't touch my body, yet I caught myself grinding on the couch, anything, in a useless attempt to scratch an itch less than an inch away. Yet, it might as well have been miles.

I still had purpose and uses. I was still a urinal, my belly warmed by his piss. His friends still used me, Baxter used me, even he did once. Anal every time. Rough often, until tears ran down my face and bowel movements made me cry. Even orgasmed a couple times from it, rare anal orgasms, the only two times I came during the month. Down from basically daily to nothing. I caught covid, making the month slightly more bearable and much, much worse. The final weeks dragged by with no energy, hidden from my family most of the time. Masked the rest. Sometimes the horniness was unbearable, but still, I couldn't touch myself. I couldn't cum. Heather did. Jack fucked her several times, her cunt was warm for him, while mine drooled uselessly. I didn't even get to watch, he was often at her place, and even at home I still faced the wall until it was time to clean them up. The only way to taste his cum was to taste her juices mixed with them.

So Friday night came and I didn't know what was planned. He came home. With Heather. She ate with us while I sat, still locked up. The kids liked the extra company and while I played with them, I was jealous, as she was there for Jack. One last bit of fun before my punishment ended. The kids were put to bed and I half expected to do a show to help them warm up, but no. They started without me while I put the kids away. Stripping down to only my belt, I went into the bedroom and faced the wall. There, I was told to watch them. I was even told I could touch myself, everything but my cunt, still trapped behind stainless steel. I fingered my ass and pulled my nipples, debasing myself as they made out, slow fucked, kissing. Eventually, Jack pressed deep, filling her. I cleaned him up, then her. My head was pressed down and I ate her pussy until it was clean, then as she wrapped her legs tight, I kept at it, licking and rubbing her clit until she shuddered as well.

My work done, I expected to be kicked to the guest bedroom. But Jack kissed me, softly, gently. Heather's hands ran over my body. Exploring me as Jack got the key, freeing me. I cried as they both touched me, it felt so good. I felt I had value again. I kissed him deeply as they pulled me up on the bed, parting my legs. Jack didn't fuck me but Heather returned the favor. As Jack and I made out, her tongue deftly explored my cunt and quite easily brought out an overwhelming orgasm from me in minutes. I wanted to go again, but instead, we slept under the sheets, a messy naked throuple for the moment. At some point, early in the morning, she headed out. Leaving me and Jack to sleep together until the morning. Until it was time for Saturday to start in earnest.

The kids were picked up fairly early, hugged and kissed as Pam took them off. Beyond my morning ritual of being Jack's urinal, nothing else happened. I wasn't allowed to touch myself, but I was allowed to be nude, collared, not a cute one, but the heavy steel one with my name on it. Cunt. Heels again, the first time in a month, they hurt my feet but I felt pretty. Hair made-up, makeup, I felt real again. Not pretending to be something I wasn't. The beautiful blonde cunt staring back at me was my truth. Last but not least, my plug was in me. I cleaned the house that way, feeling more alive than at any point in the past month. I knew company was coming. Around 10 AM, Jack took me downstairs. Padded leather cuffs graced my wrists and ankles. Arms cuffed tight behind my back. A spreader bar between my legs. A dildo gag in my mouth left me drooling, smearing my fresh lipstick. My plug was discarded as I knelt on a soft cushioned pad near the drain on the floor. Plastic covered it in case, no, when I made a mess. I smiled when Jack hit me, once, then twice. I wanted to kiss him so bad. Then toys were inserted as I bent over for him. First, a vibrating anal plug. Then my cunt got the Lovesense Lush vibrator. My wrists and ankles were connected, arched backward. It didn't hurt. At first.

My first orgasm made my back scream. Since covid, my endurance had been shit, and I felt tired after that one. For the next hour or so, he'd randomly send thrills through my body. The next hour, he strapped my Hitachi knockoff against me and left me there. I came like crazy, pissed myself, and cried. I was limp from exhaustion and overwhelmed before Tony and Kevin got there at noon. I was freed, briefly washed off from where I had peed myself. But otherwise, they started on me immediately. Taking turns, pushing me around, choking me, gagfucking me, groping, slapping, and punching me. I was in heaven but I already felt dead. An empty, exhausted shell.

And still, I came. I came when Tony fucked me like a dog on the floor, hitting my back and head. When Jack folded me up and made me feel little all over again. When Kevin slammed me again and again against the wall as he reamed my aching cunt. After a month of no attention, I was numb from an overabundance of it. I couldn't take anymore. I was so very wrong.

Cum filled as my cunt was, they still had pep, energy to spare. Lube dumped on their hands and in my cunt, fingers worked in, my cunt went from a month of being ignored to fisted again. Gently, at first, Jack worked me, stretching me out. It hurt a bit, but I've long since been trained and 30 days of disuse wasn't enough to hide what my hole could do. Once warmed up, he got started. One hand on my throat, blood choking as he pumped his hand in me. I shuddered again as I dropped out. I think he did it multiple times, he and Tony both. I'm not sure, I just know I was very confused, couldn't think, one second Jack was pumping inside me, and the next Tony was spitting on my face as he wrecked my cunt. Kevin finished me off, slam fisting me so much I sobbed from the pain of my cervix getting "kissed" so many times. And yet, I still came. Gaped, limp on my side, they took a break.

And as they took a break, smoking cigars and having a beer, letting me wash down ashes with their piss, the belt was brought out. I thought they were going to beat me with it. My body ached to feel it. Even my hands and feet would have craved the touch of it. But they didn't. Jack removed my vertical hood and I understood then what was going to happen.

I screamed. I screamed so fucking hard because my cunt could still feel. I tried to count, but around 50 I faltered. I could barely breathe. They took turns slapping my cunt with leather again and again. Swollen, puffy, red, raw, they only stopped when I was bleeding. Nothing serious, just belted raw until the skin was wet with red from a dozen or more tiny spots of red smeared over my skin. I curled up, holding my sex. I wanted to call red and stop it all. I couldn't take any more.

Jack spread me, kissed me, and I let him have me. It hurt and he wasn't gentle except for his kisses. He fucked me again as hard as he could on the floor. Finished inside me, slapped me, and left. Tony choked me hard throughout, air-choked, never fully out but always needing a breath. Even when he let go I couldn't get enough. I don't even remember him finishing. Just suddenly, Kevin was there, crushing me under him. I held him tight and shuddered and then I was out of it. They played and used me more, but I just took it. I didn't participate. I had no energy at all. Jack showered me and put me in bed and other than waking twice, I slept from about 5 pm until 11 am the next day. Even then, I was wiped.

I remember Jack fucking me at some point that night, slow, needing to fill me with his love. And sometime that morning I was pulled over and drank his piss. Then only him waking me at 11 did I finally get out of bed. It hurt to walk and my crotch was swollen. I had small squares on me, taped on, with antibiotics. Jack has taken care of me at some point and I didn't even remember it. Sunday was a slow day, tired, he watched the kids while I dozed. Took a long bath before bed. Then, he spread me again, slowly kissing me, as we made proper love. I fell asleep in his arms. Given purpose and back where I belonged.

https://linktr.ee/badsammie

A gift for Angela

(M+/F, gang rape, anal, oral, little, piss play, drugged, DDlg, impact play, choking, kidnapping)

"Is that her?" the man next to the unmarked van asked as he pointed out the young woman walking some dogs at the park. He pointed to a solid girl, but in all the right ways, with generous curves and an ample bosom. The woman next to him nodded.

"That's her, but don't traumatize the dogs. Wait until she drops them back off at the house, then grab her when she's alone," the young woman said. She handed the man a syringe. "Stab her with that, it's dosed for her weight, so she should drop fast. While you take care of her, I'll make sure everyone is there and ready for your return. It'll be a night she'll never forget. We'll make sure of that." The man leaned down and the couple kissed each other excitedly. The woman moaned hungrily when he cupped her cunt through the jean shorts. She almost wanted to fuck him right there, but they both sadly had work to do. They separated and the observation continued, unknown to Angela.

While she was being watched, Angela flicked through her phone. She was happy to be out on a beautiful day with the dogs, but right now they were playing with others and that was leaving her bored. Her eyes darted around as she look for any messages from her Daddy. He was busy and there was no response from him. She thought about trying to get attention again on Discord but she was nervous since the last time she almost got exposed. Even that fear just barely held her back, her cravings were so strong. Few understood how addictive it was to post, to have strange men praising your every act, leaving you begging for more. Even though she wasn't remotely Dominant, she got the appeal. The men might be degrading her, but she had power over them as well. She could make them pant by simply posting her breasts with her hands over them or with a couple coy words.

The danger, of course, was that they could do the same. Gentle nudgings, harsh insults, pushing her gently or roughly into exposing herself just a bit more, doing something just a bit more degrading, like peeing herself in public or slapping her breasts. She was shaking just thinking about it. She put her phone down and resolved to focus on the dogs. She had to behave. Maybe later, after they had been dropped off, she could have some fun. Would have some fun. She felt almost insane because of the tingling in the back of her mind begging her to take a quick photo for the men on Discord. Maybe sneak into the bathroom... No. She was going to be good, if only barely.

The rest of the time at the dog park went by quickly. She chased the dogs about some, bought them some treats, and played fetch with them until they were panting like crazy. They ran themselves tired chasing the other dogs and by the time she brought them back home, they were tuckered out. They were much easier to handle until their owners got back, which was always a bonus. She was young but no one could keep up with hyper dogs for long without tiring themselves out. Almost exhausted herself when their owners came back, Angela headed toward her car. Focused on getting home, she didn't notice the van behind her slowing down. She did briefly hear the door opening and turned, only for the sharp jab of a needle and a burning pain to interrupt her scream. A masked man threw her painfully into the van and he hopped in after her as the van drove off. She started to scream when he covered her mouth and started counting. Why was he counting, she thought. By the time "six" was said, she heard nothing as black swallowed her whole.

"Drag her in here..."

"Be careful..."

"I know the bed is small, it's supposed to be..."

"Strip her, then put this on..."

"Relax, you'll have all the fun you want..."

Voices were the first thing Angela noticed. Still sluggish, trapped in the black as she tried to move, to even open her eyes. Every movement was a struggle. Their words made no sense and it sounded like multiple people. And why couldn't she move? No, she could move, just not much. And still the black.

"Oh, the little one is waking up from nappy time," a woman said. She still couldn't see anything but it felt like her eyes were open. She blinked and slowly realized that something was covering her eyes. Angela felt a warm hand rub her belly in soft, slow circles.

"I bet you're so confused now little girl," the woman continued. "Where am I, what's going on, etc, all that boring stuff. Well, suffice to say, we're here to make your wildest dreams come true!" the woman said. As if on cue, one or more people grabbed her head. Angela screamed, but only for a second, as her head jerked when someone hit her. She shuddered in pain but a primal part of her also awakened without her consent. Another punch made sure Angela was quiet, though it was much softer than the first. Her heart raced as her head was gripped and something was forced into her mouth, a pill, before she was made to drink down a bottle of something that burned like vodka. She wasn't sure. Then, more soft rubbing of her belly as she was released while the pain from the punches started to reach her foggy mind.

"Sorry, but we need to make sure that everything today will be hazy," the unknown woman said. "Can't have you getting us in trouble. That fun is only reserved for you." More gentle caressing of her belly made Angela squirm a bit when she heard the woman sniff or inhale. "Ahhh, nothing smells better than a needy cunt. Blindfolded, drugged, punched, and you're already wet. God, you're beautiful, Angela."

As the woman told her that, she felt a hot breath over her pussy. Some clothing at least covered her it seemed, but it was clearly thin as the woman kissed her nether lips through the fabric. Then Angela's legs were unhooked and spread as her ass was lifted up. She almost felt like she was being folded in half. She barely had time to mutter "what" when something cold was placed on her sphincter before something hard and completely unyielding was pushed in.

"Ahhh...," Angela screamed as something, some liquid, slid into her bowels. It burned and she thrashed as what seemed like multiple people held her still and someone covered her mouth. As the burning continued, the fabric over her pussy was pulled aside and soft lips kissed her there, slowly, gently. It was a confusing set of sensations and she bucked and trembled under the conflicting torture. Suddenly, the bottle, or whatever it was, in her ass was pulled out and something else, painfully wide but short was inserted. The arms holding her legs relaxed and she felt herself strapped down again even as the soft mouth on her mound pulled away. Angela's breath ran ragged as she felt the liquid still in her, unable to escape.

"Mmm, you taste so delicious, little girl. Trying to pretend you aren't soaked? Because we both can smell you're a liar. You're positively drenched and we haven't even started. Leave her for a few minutes everyone, hit the bathroom if you need to, then the party starts!" the woman yelled to multiple cheers, all of which seemed to come from men. Angela didn't know where she was, but she knew things were about to get worse. They knew who she was. They knew where she lived. This wasn't play like before. This was serious. Her breathing raced to catch up with her heart as she struggled with her bonds. She tried to think but everything was so fuzzy. She felt drunk, confused, warm, but most of all terrified. She'd read too many stories to know things like this never had a happy ending. She cried softly, her thoughts more discordant and scattered between her anxiety, the alcohol, and whatever pill they had made her swallow. She closed her eyes and waited for whatever was about to happen to begin.

She wasn't sure if she had started to doze or dissociate or what, but she didn't notice them returning. The first thing she was aware of was the thick blindfold being removed and being blinded by the lights over her. Her breathing ramped up again, her chest pounding, as her vision focused on the multiple people around her in what looked to be a little girl's room. Angela blinked her eyes confusingly as something soft was put in her mouth. She instinctively took it, only realizing after a moment it was a pacifier. Someone else pushed a wonderfully soft teddy bear between her upper arm and side and she clung to it, scared. She realized slowly that she was dressed in a cute pink outfit. A little girl's outfit, modified for things not intended for little girls. The top was cut too short and barely covered her chest. Her waist was barely covered by what was once the bottom of a dress, all but exposing her and the little girl's frilly panties that she wore. She looked up at over a dozen people in the room with her. Them, and her on a little girl's bed, tied to the four posts.

Someone stroked her hair, almost gently and lovingly, as the strange blonde woman, not much older than her really, came up to her face and kissed her forehead. "Don't worry Angela. Deep down we know you're just a scared little girl. And deep down, you're a broken little girl. A bad little girl who wants bad things done to her. And he'll help," she said as a large white man crawled over her body. He made sure to drag his skin against hers and she moaned softly despite the fear. He outweighed her easily and smelled of sweat and manual labor. She didn't even think as she sucked on her pacifier as her arms and legs were unhooked from the posts, the cuffs still on her wrists and ankles. He grabbed her leg, then kissed her face, stroking it.

"Little one, this is going to hurt some and I'm sorry. But you know you like being hurt and we all want to hear you scream," was all he said. And then he was on her, biting her neck as Angela held the teddy bear ever tighter as her legs were spread and he wasted no time slamming his cock to the hilt in his first thrust. She gasped and the paci tumbled from her mouth only to be replaced by his tongue as he kissed her. His hands gripped her wrists painfully as he slammed into her pussy again and again.

"Take it you little cunt, you little rape whore, fucking soaked for Daddy aren't you? Say it!" he screamed as his sweat dripped down on her and the small bed rattled under them.

"I... I'm soaked for Daddy," Angela whispered before she was slapped hard.

"Say it, you dirty little girl, holding your teddy bear as your little cunt is raped and you're soaked, say it!" he said before pulling back and punching her in the eye. Angela screamed and cried as he folded her under him, her legs pushed back until her knees were by her head. "Say it!"

"I'm soaked for Daddy, I'm fucking soaked for Daddy!" she yelled as his weight pressed down on her. He spat in her face and someone took her hand and pushed her thumb into her mouth. And then, almost instinctively, she sucked on it as the stranger painfully thrust his cock into her.

"That's a good Daddy's toy. That's all you really are. Deep down, all you want to do is spread for Daddies. Isn't it, you dirty little thing?" he asked before spitting on her. And Angela could only moan, sucking her thumb desperately as she felt that familiar tingle run down her spine. Here, surrounded by strangers, her truth was ready to reveal itself. She closed her eyes trying to fight it, but it was pointless. Her body knew what she was. Her legs wrapped around the man raping her and she screamed around her thumb as she convulsed. That triggered the man above her as she felt his cum fill her unprotected pussy. She cried a bit, softly sucking her thumb, as he finished thrusting before pulling away. Her body slumped, panting, sweating herself now, surrounded by small pink things. Every man made her feel smaller and the cum leaking between her bald labia felt right. She deserved this, deep down she knew she did. A shorter man, but just as built, flipped her over onto her belly.

"Does this remind you of your Daddy?" he asked, cruelly. The plug in her ass was removed and was quickly replaced by his cock, again in a single thrust. Angela screamed into the pillow as she held the teddy bear. Someone pulled her head to the side and put a pacifier in her mouth. It was warm, too big for a pacifier, just another stranger's cock but she didn't care. Crying as the man raped her ass, she took solace in the cock in her mouth, silently counting up to three, as the two men used her. One let her do all the work while the other made her scream with every thrust. After what felt like far too long a time, the man shoved deep and filled her bowels. As soon as she finished the man in her mouth, she took her anal rapist's cock in her mouth. It tasted of vodka, shit, and pain, though thankfully it wasn't really dirty. Mostly in her mind, she hoped. She was so warm as she was rolled over again, sitting up. A giant stuffed bear was in front of her and she was positioned over it as cameras flashed.

"You know what to do, little one. Grind your cum filled holes on him," the woman said. Angela couldn't focus enough to see her but her body was on fire. She hurt, spit was drying on her face, and her eye was swollen. But her skin felt electric and the giant teddy bear was so soft against her skin and despite the crowd, she slid against it, grinding her pussy on it. Cum leaking from her holes smeared the fabric as she moaned mindlessly. Hands groped her gently as she did that and they felt so good. The lights were dimmed by someone and she almost felt like ghosts were molesting her as she humped the teddy bear. Another pill was pushed into her mouth in the dark and she choked on a bottle forced in her mouth, spilling much but drinking most of it. Angela was flushed, drunk, and confused as she humped harder and harder. She didn't notice the red light recording her every action and even if she had, she wouldn't have cared. Occasionally someone would turn her head and kiss her. Once it was a woman, their hands and multiple others stripping her completely and touching every part of her body

When Angela came, it was too much. She cried from the intensity of the orgasm, shamed as she squirted all over the child's toy under her. The realization that she had cum of her own accord as what felt like dozens had touched her. She shook, naked, as the lights came on. Drunker and more drugged than ever, she still understood there were more people there than before.

"Thank you for that show, Angela. Now, it's our turn again. Get her boys," the unseen woman said. After the slow one-on-one fucks that were painful but singular, this was everything but. It felt like a dozen men were grabbing and pawing at her. The bed was forgotten as she was dragged off of it to the cold concrete below. Fingers, hands, cocks, and even feet were everywhere on her body. If she screamed, someone hit her. If she didn't scream, someone slapped her. She was choked as five guys used her. She was made to mount one man, another bent her over to fuck her ass, and her hands and mouth were filled with cocks as a hand tightened around her throat. Once, twice, three times, she dropped out, more and more confused each time, sobbing, almost hysterical, as her body came violently to the abuse.

Angela was contorted, pissed on, and pissed in. A funnel was shoved in her mouth as cold bitter piss from a bucket was forced down her throat. It was vile but they told her they would make her drink anything she puked up, so somehow she held it down. Her body was warm despite feeling like she was freezing, soaked in piss, and her belly distended by the volume. She felt high, drunk, anxious, horny, warm, cold, full of life, and miserable all at the same time. Multiple men fucked her on the concrete floor as it scratched her back while making her hold the small teddy bear. Everyone called her little, some called her a good girl as they filled her cunt with cum. Her ass was repeatedly used until it was numb and no more tears would leave her face. Someone facefucked her until she got sick and then rubbed her face and hair in it. And so fucking many slapped and hit her.

At some point, it just became a blur and she counted in her head. Sixteen, seventeen, eighteen. They must have had seconds with her because she counted up to thirty-six and there weren't that many men. She could barely think and every part of her body was in agony and numb at the same time. Someone picked her limp body and dumped her on the bed. Her skin was glazed with cum and piss, and when they parted her legs over the side of the bed, a puddle started forming under her. Nothing mattered anymore, she knew. They would be done with her soon. Stories for cunts like her, even little ones, never ended happily. She couldn't cry anymore, she couldn't feel anymore. When someone turned her head and started kissing her, she let them. She even kissed them back. It hurt when they stopped because as long as she was getting attention, everything would be ok. It was the stopping that she feared.

"Now little one, your turn," was all she heard. Angela's eyes flickered and she was barely able to see out of one of them. The other was swollen and matted with cum. She felt like every inch of her was bruised and abused and when the dirty teddy bear was put into her arms, she squeezed it and had never felt smaller than any other time in her life. She bawled and clung to it while her head was raised and put on someone's lap. She tried to twist and suck their cock but they wouldn't let her, just stroking her hair. Between her almost numb legs, someone started kissing her. First, her bruised thighs then higher up. Angela blushed, ashamed at how much cum must have filled her. The man stroking her hair leaned down, told her she was a good girl and kissed her gently. His lips didn't pull away, and it wasn't a father's love, but he tasted like a Daddy to her confused mind. Her legs were spread wider as a gentle tongue explored both her gaped ass and cunt. She moaned harder, twisting as the man kissed her firmly, almost lovingly. She melted against them, giving up to the sensations, her muscles twitching uncontrollably.

"I think she likes your kissing," a woman said, clearly the person between her legs. The man kissing her smiled and kept at it, his fingers massaging her large tits, gently touching her growing bruises. The woman between her legs grew more enthusiastic, more skilled, cleaning every drop of cum inside her and tasting every fold. Angela held her teddy tighter, kissed the strange man desperately, and screamed as an orgasm tore through her. She whimpered immediately after as she pissed herself, but the man only shushed and praised her and the woman almost seemed to feast on Angela's urine. Afterward, the woman slid up and the three of them made out for hours, just kissing Angela and giving her soft touches. At some point, a pinprick was felt and Angela faded into darkness while feeling safe.

When Angela woke, she was confused. She was in her room. Naked and tucked in her bed. She sat up and looked around, her chest heaving. She still felt hungover and sluggish as she hugged her teddy bear. No. Not her teddy bear. The one she had held as she was repeatedly raped. Without thinking about it, she stood up and started sucking her thumb as she went to the bathroom. Every step hurt but it hadn't been a dream. The mass of purples, blacks, and blues confirmed that. Strangely, every scrape and minor cut was covered with a bandaid. She'd been showered and her clothes were neatly folded beside the tub. They'd returned to her home. They knew where she lived. She started to panic then realized that they had brought her back safely, cleaned her up even. She checked around her room. Nothing was gone nor stolen. Except on her dresser, lay a single USB stick and a card. Her hands shook as she opened and read it...

Dear little Angela,

We so enjoyed your visit with us. That USB contains the sole recording of yesterday's activities. Sorry about the drugs but I think it helped with your mental state anyway. Anytime you need to see your truth, it's laid bare on that USB.

You are absolutely a pleasure and everyone from the club thanks you for being such a good little girl. FYI, you taste delicious. Don't worry, everyone was tested, and if you ever need to feed your darker half, we're always here for you.

Love, Badsammie

Angela sat down holding the letter and laughed while crying a bit. She was so sore as she walked over to the laptop, turned it on, and inserted the thumb drive. The screen flickered to life and she got a toy out, smiling, as she started the video. She moaned in pain, but also joy shortly after, happy as all little girls should be.

https://linktr.ee/badsammie


Broken - Revised (pain, impact play, dehumanization, slave, oral, ass eating, choking, piss play, kidnapped, anal)

She woke up slowly in the dog bed on the floor next to his bed. Her body ached and was chilled, with goosebumps on her skin as she stretched. She glanced over at the table, 5:55 blinking in red at her. She never slept until 6 AM anymore. He had beaten that out of her. Nor would that clock go off as the alarm was never set. That’s what she was there for. She stretched, her body aching. Red welts crisscrossed her back, slowly healing. Her ass was purple, bruised dark from heavy paddling. Her thighs carried dozens of thin marks, bruised and bloodied, from her caning the night before. Every movement hurt, a gift from him.

She stared at him silently for a moment, her world. The only thing that mattered to her. She barely even remembered the before times. A year or more of training had seen to that. Months in the basement were spent shedding her sense of self, her name, only "cunt" now. It was down there he had shaved her head, burned her clothes, and destroyed her identification. Those things belonged to people, not property. Not things. Not her. She chewed her busted lip, still swollen, as she softly stroked his hair. She grew warm between her legs simply touching him. In the cool air, her pierced nipples stiffened, her pierced hood heated by the blood flowing down below. She smelled her sex but didn’t touch herself. That was forbidden. Orgasms were only a gift from him and even then rarely.

She bent down and kissed his cheek, pulling back the blankets. He stirred, but barely, as she slid down his naked body to wake him. Her mouth found his cock, kissing it again and again. She smiled each time, happy to be allowed to feel him stiffen, warm in her mouth. She watched him with awe and love as he moaned softly, then her head began to bob up and down. Slowly, a marathon, not a sprint, as she savored every second. Once he woke, the race would begin, but not till then. Her tongue traced every inch of it, the taste of her ass from the night before still faintly on it. She cleaned him, sliding down to his balls, salty and warm in her mouth. He woke then and held his legs, pulling back, allowing her deeper access.

Her tongue probed his ass as she pressed her face deep, smelling his musk, inhaling it. What a stupid cunt she was to ever resist. She was lucky to even be graced by him. He balled his hand in her hair and pulled her head up, jerking it to his cock. It was a monument now, granite, ready to pierce her skull. He roughly shoved her head down and she let herself drool around it, knowing what he wanted. He liked her messy, he liked her stupid, the former so easy, the latter taking months of work in the basement. Simple now, his perfect receptacle, made for him. Given purpose. Given reason. She whimpered a bit as he mashed her head down, smashing her nose into his belly. Thrusting faster and faster, rolling over on top of her, slamming his hips into her face, her crooked nose, her red cheeks. He squeezed her throat, pressing down, slowing the blood, blocking it, as the black began to creep in. Every day, until she slipped into the dark, if only briefly, before letting blood to her brain again, just a bit slower, just a bit more perfect. She felt his heat in her mouth as the world returned, him slapping her. Then he got up and headed to the bathroom.

She wiped her face, trying to focus, unsteadily stood up and followed him. After a few steps, she dropped to all fours and crawled along after him. Her knees were red, banged up, from carpet and concrete, but she felt nothing except the need to be beside him. He graced her with a smile and she almost cried. So lucky to have him. He sat on the toilet, but his cock hung out, ready for her mouth again. She knelt before him, the piss flowing as she neared. Some sprayed her chest, down her tits, and over the brand on her left breast where he had made her his own. She watched him, smiling, as she rapidly swallowed the wonderful warmth he was giving her. His piss never went in the toilet. Not even at work. A thermos brought his gold to her so she would have something to drink at dinner. He patted her hair, told her she was a good cunt, and stood up to take a shower. She got up, starting breakfast for him. The door outside was always unlocked these days, but it didn’t occur to her to go to it, to run. Those thoughts had died in the basement.

He ate and then left for work, leaving her to clean the house. Naked, she first took a shower, washing her body, rubbing baby oil into her skin as she got out. She then sat in front of the mirror and shaved her body and her head as best she could. He often helped with parts of her scalp, but she did her best to never have a single hair on her body. The closest she got was a wig and only when he wanted her to have one. Not for company, that was for sure. No one even knew she existed. Even if they saw her, they wouldn’t recognize her as the college girl that disappeared a couple years ago. Slim, lithe as a starved animal, her nipples and labia stretched out a bit, exaggerated and heightened as they were the most important parts of her.

Shaved, she then cleaned the bed and bathroom, washed and ironed all his clothes, and then sat down in front of the TV and turned it on. Her diet of videos started, full of women screaming, being used, abused, and tortured. Crying and begging for help. They were stupid, fighting like that. Didn’t they understand how much better they were being less? Less was best, she repeated automatically. A contrary thought didn’t even register in her mind. And when a college girl that looked much like her screamed for help on screen, there was no flicker of recognition. That was some stupid girl, not cunt. She was cunt. She edged to the slow destruction of herself on the screen, getting so close to cumming again and again, but never crossing that threshold. He told her one day he would remove her clit so she wouldn’t have to worry about such things. She had smiled at him, not really understanding anything of what he said.

Lunchtime, salad, exercises to tighten her holes, to be better for him. She sipped from his thermos, the cold piss sliding down her throat as she relaxed. Almost zen, nothing crossed her mind. Just slow breathing, waiting until it was time to get things ready. He had been stressed from work lately, so she knew what he needed. She got out the belts and the straps, ready for his return home. She didn’t realize she was dripping, soaked, as she laid everything out and then knelt before the door, waiting for him.

An hour later, he came in. She smiled at him and he slapped her to the floor hard. Then he kicked her once before patting her head. "Good cunt" was spoken and she almost came on the spot. She followed him on all fours as he stripped and held her head as he pissed slowly down her throat. He shuddered, filling her belly, then sat, exhausted. He lit a cigarette, drawing deep, just letting the day wash off of him as she knelt before him. He leaned forward and her mouth opened, letting him tap the ashes on her tongue. She then swallowed, saying nothing. She barely did, unless told to or asked a direct question. Finally done, her tongue out again, he stubbed the cigarette out on it. She whimpered, eyes watering, before swallowing it. She still struggled with that, but the praise was worth it.

Then he got up, as naked as her, and grabbed a belt. It had been a bad day, she knew. The belt was the thickest one, it hurt so good. She got on all fours and she helped him release his stress, taking it from him unto her, as he swung down again and again. New welts crisscrossed her back as she sobbed, screaming even, as her skin began to break, small drops of blood on her back. Then he kicked her over, telling her to spread. She hesitated, briefly too scared to act, then spread her legs wide. The belt kissed her thighs at first but inched inward, and when it hit her cunt, she wailed. That triggered the primal part of him and they both got lost in it. Again and again and again. By the time he was done, her sex was bruised, red, puffy, and spotted with blood. Moving was agony and he pounced on her, ramming deep into her, fucking her for all she was worth. She clung to him, her world, the only reason she existed, feeling him spasm and fill her. Done, spent, he got up to shower. Slowly, she got up and fixed him dinner, happy as he heated the Alpo before putting it in her bowl. She ate it graciously, then washed the dishes and showered.

She cried later as she curled up in her dog bed when he told her to hop up in his bed instead tonight. She was so lucky to have him she thought, as he pulled her tight against him, parted her cheeks, took her ass slowly, and then fell asleep having filled her. She stayed up, feeling his cock soften and slip out of her. His arms held her and her back was fire as his hairy chest rubbed against it. She squeezed him tighter, snuggling up, resting in the arms of her world.

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She chewed her bottom lip, cherry red, as the stranger rubbed her swollen belly. He stared intensely at her chest and below, not caring for anything above her shoulders. Her crop top covered none of her belly and barely contained the top 75% of her chest, which had grown almost as much as her stomach. She smiled at him, her look as vapid and empty as she needed to feel. The stranger spat some tobacco on the bar floor, looking at her tits as he talked.

“Do you even know who the daddy is?” he asked rudely. She started to answer until the glare in his eye told her to stay quiet. “Nah, dumb cunts like you never know, do you?” She shrugged, which bought her a slap to the face. Not hard, but it got her attention.

“I asked you a question, you stupid bitch,” he said. She rubbed her cheek and lied, telling him she didn’t know. That made him smile as he rubbed her thigh at the bar, sliding his hand up her leg. When she put her knees together, his dirty nails dug into her soft skin until she parted them. He didn’t care if people watched or saw, not that anyone was really watching them. It was late and most were drunk or just didn’t care.

“Uhnnn,” she moaned softly as he found her cunt, wet and pantyless, under her too-short skirt. His finger slid easily in her, shoved to the hilt. He pulled his finger out and tasted it.

“You clean?” he asked, then waved his hand. “You’d just fucking lie about it. The only things whores can be counted on is to bend over and lie.” He pulled out a $50 and handed it to her, then grabbed a beer and her arm. “That’s all you’re getting, besides a real man that is.” She didn’t bother to tell him she wasn’t a whore. He wouldn’t believe it and she was probably close enough. She followed him to his car and got in, wondering if this was safe. She wasn’t just endangering herself, but the baby. But she had needs and cravings, and she was an addict to them. Helpless. And he looked so much like her father.

As they drove, he pushed up her top and pawed at her chest, rubbed her belly, and told her to part her legs, fingering her. She unzipped him, stroking him slowly, not wanting him to cum. A few times he randomly slapped her, violence in his eyes. He didn’t see her, he saw meat, he saw every woman who ever hurt him. A tear ran down her cheek when he said she could call him Daddy. Whores always had daddy issues. She called him that and grew wetter and sucked on his slick finger when he shoved it in her mouth.

Eventually, they arrived at the trailer park, and nostalgia and fucked up emotions swirled through her. She straightened up before getting out, but he didn’t even zip up, just walked in and expected her to follow. Like a broken dog, she did, heeling behind him. The trailer was a wreck, reeking of beer and tobacco. It smelled like home. She didn’t even see the backhand coming, barely standing after he hit her.

“You’re fucking pathetic,” he taunted her. “All you whores are. Is this how you make daddy proud?”

“Yes Daddy,” she whispered as she walked over and stroked him again. Her lip hurt and tasted of copper. But her mind was elsewhere, reliving cruel and intimate memories. She kissed him hungrily and moaned as he bit her lip and thrust his tongue down her mouth. If she had proper standards, the lingering taste of chew in his mouth would have disgusted her, but she didn’t care, even preferred it. The stink, the smells, the texture of his beard.

He jerked her arm painfully and she stumbled behind him as he dragged her to the bedroom. He tore off her crop top, then stripped himself as she sat and pulled off her skirt. He wrapped his hand in her hair and shoved her head down on his cock. His cock was average but thick with a fat head, jerking her head up and down on it. She tried to suck him and fondle his balls, but the way he shoved her head up and down gave her little control. He had the stink of a hard-drinking and working blue-collar man, but one that bathed too rarely. He tasted delicious. When he let go of her hair, she was dizzy, more vacant than usual, drunk on him. He shoved her back and she rolled over clumsily, on all fours, her belly in the way otherwise. He palmed her hair again, slammed into her cunt, and fucked her. She moaned and grunted, screaming and calling him Daddy again and again. He slapped at her some and called her names, both getting what they wanted in that moment. She came before he did surprisingly, bearing down and spasming on his cock. Then he filled her, laughing at the fact he didn’t have to worry about getting her pregnant. He shoved her down and rolled on his side, quickly falling asleep. She tried to cuddle him but he shoved her away and turned his back to her. She did the same, finally falling asleep not long after, seed spilling from between her legs.

Strange vivid dreams mixed with memories gave her a restless sleep until she felt the stranger spoon against her. Soon, she felt the familiar grinding and she helped him along, feeling him grow. She tried to adjust herself but he held her tight, spitting on his hand. Then she felt him probe, pressing his wet fingers against her ass.

“Please, no. That always hurts bad, please AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH,” she screamed. He shoved her head into the pillow to quiet her, pressing down hard as he shoved in her. The pain was as bad as she remembered. Nothing gentle, it was never gentle there. Only a few men had used her ass and none had ever lubed her properly or took their time. The stranger was no different. She sobbed as he slammed into her ass, thrusting as much as to hurt her as to make him feel good. He jerked her head back and told her all whores loved this as he ignored her sobs and grunts. She felt like he was tearing her insides apart, lubed only by a bit of saliva.

He yanked her up on her knees, thrusting away, shoving her head down hard every time she got too loud, fingers around her neck choking her more and more. His fingers tightened around her neck as she panicked, trying to beg him to stop. Her sounds only encouraged him more and by the time he had cummed deep in her guts, she could barely think or focus. His grip disappeared and she wheezed, her head hurt, as sparks danced before her eyes. She felt her head move and then tasted his cock. She thought about pulling back but any fight in her was gone. She was exhausted, her cheeks wet with tears, her mouth foul. Then a different foulness filled her mouth as he shoved in deep, her nose flaring, as she swallowed to keep from drowning in his piss.

Done, he shoved her out, of bed, told her to call an Uber, and tossed another fifty at her. She looked at it sadly, then took it, dressing and calling for a ride. She lit a cigarette as she waited outside in the cool air for her ride, hoping it would take some of the taste in her mouth away. The driver gave her a disapproving look, because of her dress, the smoking, or both, before he turned away. He drove her back in silence, every bump causing her ass to tense. She got out and tipped the man, heading back into her apartment.

She headed to her room and thought about brushing her teeth and showering, but she decided not yet. She got her vibrator and savored the smells that lingered in her mouth and her clothes, cumming once more to the memories induced by that night. She hurt, she cried, she came hard, and for a moment, felt quiet in her head. Felt right. She fell asleep that way, holding her top, the smell of dirty bars and trailers on it, safe in her fucked up memories, wet, and ready for tomorrow.

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