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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

On the hunt

(drugs, public, groped, masturbation, drunk, rape kink, rape bait, rape)

I smile in front of the mirror, applying my lip gloss. I fluff up my hair, making it nice and bouncy. Recently dyed red. While blondes might have more fun, redheads catch their attention faster. And that is all I want today, attention. However I get it, it doesn’t matter, as long as I do. I take a bump, rubbing my nose before going through my clothes. I think about a blouse, but then I frown. I want exposure. So instead, I take the crop top. No bra, no need for that, hoping the air might be cool enough to help draw the eyes. Then a black skirt, very short and loose. I don’t need anything under that either. I don’t want anyone mistaking me for respectable, not tonight. I take another bump, smiling at the slut in the mirror, sitting down to throw on some heels and then I head out.

While waiting for the bus, I light a cigarette, breathing it in deeply and blowing it out my nose. I should quit but I don’t care. It’s a guilty pleasure, though almost everything that pleases me makes me feel guilty. A couple guys glance at me as they walk by. I savor their looks, a drug, just a minor hit. When the bus pulls up, I toss the cigarette and get on. It’s a long ride and when an older man sits next to me, I don’t pull away. He’s not attractive, far older than I generally like, but he’s here and I’m all he’s thinking about. Despite being 20, I look younger and I know that look in his eyes. He’s trying to figure out my age, and I know what number he’s hoping it is. He doesn’t ask, just politely chats with me. I smile like an innocent good girl, despite my dress. When his hand touches my thigh, I don’t pull away. My legs part a bit. He takes the hint.

I look straight ahead mostly as his hand slips up my short skirt. I grin as I hear him gasp when he touches bare skin, hairless, just the way his kind like. He unzips and without even being asked, I reach over. Still looking ahead as I stroke his cock at the back of the bus. He’s bad at fingering but I’m already soaked, enjoying the crude sensations as his rough fingers slip in and out. My hand is expert, skilled beyond my years. My wet palm slides along the top of his head, then I firmly pump him, alternating between fast and slow, firm and soft. I turn a bit to give his fingers easier access. Smiling, making just the softest of moans for his ears. He rolls his head back as I feel that familiar pulse in my hands. I cup his head as heat spurts on my skin. I look at him and smile as I lick my hand clean and then get up, moving to a different seat. I’ve made his night and I feel so sexy right now, so wanted. I know he’s looking at me still, longing, as this night will be his number one fantasy for the rest of his life.

Eventually, the bus pulls up to the bar. It’s on the opposite side of town from me and my work. It at least reduces the chance I’ll run into anyone I know. Though if I did, I would still act the same. A part of me hates hiding my true self, wearing the mask of respectability. That fits some people, but not me. I’m an animal pretending to be human and tonight that mask is being tossed aside. I don’t need the pretense, tonight is about the hunt and I’m the prey. I’ve always been the prey.

I walk in, glancing around the place. It’s a run-down bar, not a place for the winners of life. That’s fine by me because I’m a loser, like the rest of them here. I might be prettier and younger than most of them, but I belong here all the same. Several watch me as I sit at the bar, with looks of lust and predation. A couple guys come over, chatting with me, trying to flatter me. They’re trying entirely too hard. They’re older than me by far, probably in their late 30’s or 40’s. Hard-working blue-collar men who probably drink a bit too much, bellies a bit too big, but otherwise in decent shape. Skin weathered by working in the sun. They smell of cigars and cheap beer, so aromatic. It reminds me of my dad. I smile, touching their shoulders, putting my hand on their knees when I laugh at one of their clumsy jokes. They notice the contact, their eyes locking, nodding knowingly. They buy me several drinks, which I down quickly. I act perhaps a bit drunker than I am and laugh a bit too hard. It’s an act but they don’t notice or don’t care. The men I want never do.

We get up to play some pool. I’m actually good at it but I somehow never win. They drape their arms on my shoulders and rub my back. One of them gets bold and puts his hand on my ass as I make a shot. I playfully slap at his hand as I touch my lip with my tongue. Then I stumble, too drunk to stand anymore. I tell them I probably had too much to drink and need to go home. Their arms are strong and warm around my waist as they help me out. I tell them I’ll wait for the bus, but they demand that they drive me home. I happily accept of course. While one drives, I drink with the other in the back. I’m “sloshed” now, too drunk to notice his hands all over me, rubbing my thighs and chest. I kiss him and he returns it, making out sloppily in the back. I’m fingered for the second time of the night, pushing his hand away after a couple minutes. I tell him I’m too drunk, I just need to get to my apartment. I need their help of course. He’s frustrated but polite. So far at least.

They help me up the stairs, my dress riding up, hands on my bare ass, their glances at each other telling me all that I need to know. I can see the plan forming in their minds. I’d smile but now isn’t the time for such things. They bring me to my door and I drop my keys, slurring my words. They kindly open the door for me, then ask if they can stay for a minute. I’m slumped on my couch, dress around my waist, legs parted. I’m drooling, eyes half-lidded. They get some drinks from my fridge and share, mostly feeding me more alcohol. I’m actually pretty drunk at this point, but still nowhere to the amount they think. They sit on opposite sides of me, one of them grabbing my face and kissing me. The other is pulling down my top, playing with my chest. I weakly pull away, telling them no, before rolling my eyes back and closing them. They are quiet for a minute, then resume touching and kissing me.

They slide me down with me barely muttering, still pretending to be out of it. My head is in one of their laps as they slap and slide their cock over my face. The other parts my legs and moans as he touches me. He tells his friend that I’m soaked as he gets between my legs and pushes in. I grunt softly as my head is pushed onto his cock. I keep my mouth limp, drooling on it, as his friend pumps in me. I rock softly, nipples hard as they pinch them. I feel my folds spread apart, his thumb finding my clit hiding beneath my hood, quivering a bit as he rubs it. He fucks me faster, telling his friend how sopping wet I am. How much wetter I’ll be in a moment. My head is jerked up and down by my hair as the other thrusts. He cums in me without a condom. I don’t care, I savor the warmth. I moan a bit, letting my eyes flicker, asking what’s going on around a cock. They panic for a second, both pulling out. He covers my nose and mouth as I weakly struggle. If he thinks that is keeping me from breathing he’s wrong, but I play along. I briefly enjoy the panic on his face and then flutter my eyes again, going limp. Neither of them moves, then one puts his finger under my nose, then thanks god. They both chuckle, then the one who held my mouth slides between my legs as his friend gets up.

I feel him probing me, playing with my pussy, my ass, before sliding a finger into it. I whimper as he fingers it for a minute, then goes back to fingering me. He folds me in half, legs on his shoulders, my head lolling to the side and drooling as he shoves in. He’s bigger than his friend, taking slow, deep thrusts in me. He doesn’t rush, taking his time. He bites my nipples, my neck, then chokes me lightly as he pumps in and out, savoring his time. Then he slides in deep, shuddering, filling me with his cream as well. He gets up and I hear them talking as they ransack the place. All my valuables, what little I have, are well hidden. They then leave, out of my life forever. I sit up, cupping my hand under me as I head to my bedroom. I look at myself in the mirror, dripping cum on my hand, as I get my vibrator. I put it on my clit, trying to catch the cum, smearing it on my chest, my face, trembling as I press it hard against my swollen clit. I shudder, squirting, my legs almost giving out, slumping against the wall. I lick my hand clean, the animal fed, before going to sleep messy. Tomorrow I can be respectable. Tonight, the animal sleeps, happy.

Once upon a time (true, cheating, neglect, gangbang, rape, punishment, beta)

Once upon a time, there was a very smart, but very stupid little woman. She was a broken thing, damaged, with no self-control, and was a ball of mental issues and addictions. She craved attention from bad men, men who wanted to touch and do things to her and she wanted it as well. Those men made her feel alive and validated. Accepted for who and what she was. But for girls like that, life is often harsh and brutal. Girls like that may live long lives, but they rarely live happy ones, much less have happy endings.

But, through fate or destiny, this very smart, but very stupid little woman was different. Defying all odds, she found her Prince Charming, who saw what she was and accepted it. Molded her, improved her, and saved her life. Because despite all the bad men who wanted to play with her and break her, the most dangerous thing to her was herself.

He didn't only protect her and teach her, her Prince Charming made her his Princess and gave her the greatest gift of all, two perfect little children. And if the world was fair, if the Princess had not been both very smart and very stupid, perhaps the story could have ended there. But it couldn't because, as always, there was an obstacle threatening everything she loved.


Despite having a beautiful castle, two wonderful children, a magnificent steed, and her perfect Prince, she chaffed. She itched, writhed, and shook as thoughts and compulsions ran through her. Most were harmless and when they got bad, her Prince helped her through them, but again and again, she made bad choices. She didn't ask for help, she didn't talk, she was selfish and would later be punished. She should have learned but the stupid part of her was very, very stupid and she listened to it more and more, endangering everything she had. Her Prince was patient, understanding of her struggles, and did his best, but his Princess could be so very fucking stupid.

And then one day, the very smart but very stupid Princess did something monumentally stupid. She let her brains drip out between her legs and listened to every bad thought than ran out of her soaked hole. The men she was allowed to chat with online were played with and she let them tell her to do nasty things. She did them all, happily, eagerly, lustfully, breaking the rules she had with her Prince. She played with the men for over two hours, degrading and delighting in their use of her as she came and came again in her bedroom. She was a wanton slut and for that time, nothing else mattered.

Not even her children.

As the Princess entertained the men, strangers she had never met, she touched herself and orgasmed, again and again, cunt brained and needy as her kids played alone in the living room. They were fine. No harm came to them. But that wasn't what was important. That wasn't what mattered. Indeed, outside of the Prince, they were the only things that should have mattered. The Princess knew she had seriously fucked up. She was terrified as she called her Prince and awaited him. She had everything a Princess could want and she kept trying to throw everything away.

When he got home, she saw something in her Prince she had never seen. Fury. He hurt her but it was nothing compared to what she felt inside and it was almost a relief as he beat her. Because him doing nothing would have been the worst for her. Afterward, he eventually cleaned her up. But he wasn’t disappointed in her. Her Prince was angry. About everything, but mostly the kids. Her most precious gift to him and her most special duty and she had abandoned it, however briefly. For days, he didn’t punish the Princess because he didn’t trust himself and he wouldn’t abandon his duty in anger as she had in lust.

When the weekend came, the Prince had an idea. The Princess had been made pretty by her punishment, wearing blacks and blues on her body. And though pretty, those marks kept her inside, away from the public. But the Prince had planned on taking their wonderful children out for the day as the weather was perfect. So, since his wife had betrayed his trust, he took a friend of theirs both, the Maiden. The Maiden was happy to help and knew she was there as much for the children as to punish the Princess. The Maiden openly kissed the Prince and they both spoke of the fun they would have with the kids at the park. The Princess could only watch as they left her alone in the castle to stew in her own thoughts and suffer the consequences of her failure.

Later, the Ebony knight stopped by their castle. The Princess let the Knight in and they chatted. She had been shared on multiple occasions with the Knight, but only with permission from her Prince. She was happy to have his company and the conversation but was startled when the Ebony Knight kissed her. She told him no, but he was much larger and stronger than her and her body still ached from her punishment. The Princess screamed as she was bent over a table, held against her will, as the Ebony Knight thrust his sword into her. She was shamed by her wetness but she wanted to be good and struggled until she was exhausted and laid there limply as she was used. Tears ran down the Princess’s face, and another failure racked up as the Ebony Knight spilled his seed inside her. He pulled her up, holding her as she was limp against him. He then told her the truth.

She could now be freely used by him, whenever he wanted. Just like with Bodyguard. And just like with the Bodyguard, she had been told only after they had taken the first taste of their new freedom. She was muted but nodded at her new reality. As cum dripped out her cunt, the Princess dressed as the Ebody Knight informed her of the rest of her day. She was to be escorted to the Bodyguard’s house, to celebrate the day with him and their friends. She was brought there and quickly stripped. She wasn’t treated as a Princess, for why should she? She had all but thrown that away. So instead, they treated her as what she wanted to be. A cunt, nothing more, and they fed her addictions.

Throughout the rest of the day, for the next ten hours, they feasted upon her and let her feast upon them. They gave the Princess every manner of drink and drug they had, drowned her in their piss and cum, fucking every part of her body and holes. Alcohol ran down her chest, filled her ass, candy was snorted through her nose, and strange pills were taken eagerly. Part of her never wanted it to stop. She got that day everything she could have wanted. Almost everything. By the end of the night, she was barely conscious, could barely think, so drugged she couldn’t walk without help. Every need of hers had been fed as the Bodyguard returned her to her Castle.

Escorted inside, she was brought before the Prince. He was naked, as was the Maiden. And she was to perform for them, now the Jester, the Fool. Baxter the four-legged was brought in, and as her Prince and the Maiden kissed and touched one another, she performed with Baxter, watched in the beginning, then ignored. As the Princess, now the Jester, the Joke, wiped her mouth, she listened to what she really wanted, truly needed, moan as he and the Maiden pleasured one another. She heard the snoring on the monitor of the children who had spent the entire day away from her. As she was banished to the servants' quarters, she slowly understood through her drunken mind, the point of the day. She could have all the drugs, all the sex and use she could want. Or she could have her Prince and her children. What she craved or what was truly important. She passed out drunk, smelling of dog, with those thoughts in her mind.

The next day, warnings were given. She could be stupid and throw everything away or she could embrace the life and love she had been given. She would be punished more. But the choice, perhaps the final choice, was hers. She looked down at the Royal Proclamation he had written. Ten rules for a very smart, but incredibly stupid Princess.

The first would be easy at the start. For the next month, the Princess would not be allowed to touch herself nor bring herself to orgasm. Indeed, the only way she would be touched was to use her mouth or her ass. Her cunt was denied to everyone, most of all to herself.

The second rule decreed that the Princess would only sleep in the servants' quarters. For the next month, she could not sleep in the Prince’s bed. More so, the Princess would sleep in a bed fit for animals.

Thirdly, befitting her new station and bedding, she was to serve Baxter at night if he wanted, in a manner that fit the time available to them.

The fourth condition said, at any time, the Bodyguard or the Ebony Knight could use the Princess in any manner they saw fit, save one. Her cunt was to be untouched.

The fifth stripped the Princess of her title and name. Any time the kids were absent or sleeping, the Princess would only be known as “it” or “cunt”. It deserved no other name.

The sixth point hurt it. Until it was healed and could be seen properly in public, the Maiden would take its place and role. It would not be bruised to extend the time before it could be in public, but its Prince would use the Maiden in every way it was used until then. Behind closed doors, he would remain using the Maiden or whatever women he wanted as well if the opportunity arose, to remind the cunt that anyone could be replaced.

The seventh condition melded with the sixth. Any time the Prince had sex, it was to be present for it. Not to participate or even watch. It would instead face the corner and listen to what was denied it. After they were done, it would clean the Prince’s cock and the Maiden’s pussy. And if the Maiden needed a urinal, it would serve as one for her as well.

Eighth, it was to be denied its Princess adornments. It would be dressed as a peasant or a common slave. Nothing more, plain, with no jewelry.

Ninth, it would accept that it was a selfish and incredibly stupid cunt of a woman. That it fully deserved its punishments for breaking multiple rules, greatest among them putting itself and its cunt ahead of its own children. It would be happy that it had a forgiving owner and Prince who would allow it to return once its punishment was over, only on the condition that it worked to make itself better, not for itself, but for its family.

Lastly, it would play no more with those in the kingdom. The population knew they are not to play with it, even if it begged them to. They should only call it a “Stupid cunt” and tell it to call on its owner. It should be referred to the population only as cunt or it.

Saddened, mostly with itself, it accepted its fate, and it hoped one day it would be good enough to be a Princess again and maybe, just maybe, one day be worthy of a happy ending.

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