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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

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.

Herself.

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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The Christmas Present - Revised (M+/F, bound, toys, insertion, impact play, consensual abuse, rough, oral)

Her head hung limply as her nose dripped red and swollen, like a good holiday reindeer. She was exhausted, strung up in a swing and swivel that allowed easy access to any part of her body. Her arms were tightly tied behind her back, in garland and strands of Christmas lights, numb. Her tits were bound as well, swollen and reddish-purple. She drooled around the gag in her mouth, long strands of saliva trailing to the floor, making one of the two puddles under her. The other reeked of stale cum and piss, from her and others.

Her mouth wasn’t the only thing full, though a dildo gag filled her throat. Eighteen inches of slink weaved its way through her bowels, her guts stretched beyond all reasonable limits. A thick vibrator plugged her cunt with more strands and garland holding it inside her. The batteries inside it had died hours ago, long after any strength had left her body. Now she just hung, like the stockings but without care, an early Christmas present already broken.

She heard the truck drive up and tensed. She would have struggled if she had any energy left, any fight. But that was gone, just like the visitors from earlier. “Santa’s elves”, partaking in an early celebration before she was strung up. Tenderized in a dozen ways and places until everyone else was done. Then, it was time to “re-wrap” the present. She whimpered softly around the gag as he walked in. He grinned immediately, whether because of her used state, exhaustion, or discomfort, who knew? Maybe all of the above. He strode over to her, jerked her head up by her matted hair, stroked her face and swollen nose, then punched her in the eye. She grunted as he spun her around in the makeshift swing until she was dizzy.

He let her spin about while he stripped down and got comfortable before finding a ring gag and returning to his wrapped present. He pulled the dildo gag out of her mouth and drool splattered on the floor. She barely had time to wince in pain from the sudden freedom in her jaw before it was locked in place once again. He stroked her bruised cheek, gripped her head, and then started thrusting in her throat, ramming hard through the o-ring. She gagged and heaved, drooling, almost retching on his cock. Tears ran down her eyes as he slammed with all his strength, fucking her throat raw. He smashed her face against his stomach and her nose left a bloody smear on it when he pulled her back. She spat up bile, her body shook, numb but not numb enough.

He then stepped back, grabbed a knife, and cut the strands holding her up. She fell to the floor with a thud, what little air in her exploding out of her body. Her bound tits felt like a thousand needles had just speared her as her weight smashed them against the floor. She barely felt him cut her free, blood returning to her arms and tits as she moaned in agony, completely limp. She cooed as the slink was pulled out of her ass, leaving it a gaping maw. The thick vibrator was removed next, her ruined holes exposed. She felt his fingers slide in, pumping in her slowly, as she grunted. Then fresh humiliation as something was inserted into her. A fleshlight, so she could be tight for him, she knew. She cried as he fucked it while it was inside her, tears lubricating her cheek as it slid along the carpet as he used her. She felt him stiffen and pull out and warmth splattered on her cheek.

Then he pulled her up, still limp, onto her knees, filling her mouth and throat with piss, heating her belly. She barely swallowed, just letting it happen. Then, finished, he kissed her softly before slapping her, then kissing her again more passionately. She smiled weakly as he carried her to the tub and washed the filth off her. Afterward, she slept against her Santa, ready for him to deliver more gifts to her, and to be a present for whoever he wanted to give her to. A broken toy, to be unwrapped and played with for years to come.

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Changing myself for him - Revised (M+/F, manipulation, consensual abuse, beaten, snuff)

It started so small, so simple, in the beginning. Little things, that didn’t matter but made him so happy. A little bit of makeup, smoking a cigarette, dressing up as a little girl. Little things, like I said.

And you know what, I loved doing them for him. The clothes he bought me, the inhalation of smoke, being naughty, being trashy, being anything but me. Pleasure and escape, all wrapped up in one beautiful package.

Later, I would learn other escapes, pain, use, impact play, choking, dropping out; more and more things that both he and I enjoyed. All the while he kept pushing me, my limits, further and further. Changing me.

At first, little things, once again. A small gemmed plug. It was cute, and wearing it made anal later in the day easier. It made me feel special, it made me feel sexy. It made him happy. Thus, it made me happy. Just a little change.

The dress-up and role-play continued. I no longer dressed little, no. It was more than that, it was now truly an escape. I didn’t just dress up little, I WAS little. Each time feeling smaller and smaller, younger and younger, safer and needier.

He wanted piercings. Never ordered, never demanded, but hinted and I knew it would make him happy, so once again, I changed for him. A small change. I got my hood pierced for him and he loved it and thus, I loved it. I truly did as it made sex better and more intense. Even walking upstairs felt better now.

Not everyone approved of my changes. It caused problems and concerns. My newfound love of pain, of intensity, drew questions and doubts about the marks and bruises left behind. They couldn’t understand how happy they made us. So I told stories, made excuses, and cut ties. It was better that way. Eventually, I moved in with him. No more commutes, no more long periods without my reason and joy.

That, of course, led to more changes and bigger asks of me. He worked on my body, my “capacity”, enhancing both what my ass and my cunt could take. I don’t even remember the day I stopped calling it my pussy. There was a day there when I called it both, depending on my mood, but no more. A small change. Toys, fingers, and larger and larger plugs, enhancing me for him. Making me better. More what he wanted and needed. And that made me feel more complete as well. Until one day, my fist fit in my cunt and later, his would as well. The same for my ass, though that took much longer. But now my holes can be used by him however he wants, cock or fist, both can use me.

Another small change was his sharing of me. First, it was just random cocks fucking my mouth at bars or adult theaters. Then his friend, then his friends. They didn’t get just my mouth, but all my holes, to use as often and as hard as they wanted. It made him happy and thus made me happy.

We escalated, again and again, rough sex, rape play, and CNC. Limits faded away. What once was simple slaps became more. Slaps became backhands, backhands became punches, and like an addict, I needed more and more just to function, to feel. I no longer wanted to be choked, I no longer wanted to be edged along the edge of consciousness. I wanted to feel the black crawl in and fade away, passing out as he pounded me. Just another small change.

I worked out most days, losing weight, getting fit, getting stronger and faster and slimmer. More endurance meant I could take more, which pleased him and thus, pleased me. He’d smile just the right way that made my cunt wet when he remarked on my fitness.

I got more piercings as well, my nipples, first bars, then when healed, rings. It made him so happy and I wanted, I needed, to be better and better for him, it’s what he wanted but he never demanded. I simply gave it to him. Some might have called it a spiral, but I called it small changes, just another one here, another one there. When he wanted more piercings, I got them. A small stud on my nose, a lip ring, my tongue pierced. All made me better for him, all simple changes.

The tattoo came after that, “Daddy’s Girl”, right over my cunt. I started my sleeve then. Around then was when I dropped out of college. I had stopped lying to myself by then that that was what I wanted. Instead, I took care of his home, and his friends, and sometimes, his debts. I worked sometimes in other ways, but it was ok. It was a small change and it made him happy and thus, I was happy as well.

Then I gave him my birth control and he, or one of his friends, got me pregnant. A beautiful girl. 6 months after that, I was pregnant again. I stayed pregnant, raising his children, educating them, raising them, loving them.

And when he started bringing younger girls home, well, I played with them because it made him happy and if he didn’t want me to join in, that was ok too. His friends still needed release and even if they were more violent than before, I could take it. Sometimes it meant I got hurt bad, but it made them happy and thus, I was happy.

I made videos for them. I played with their pets and when they were angry, I let them vent on me. And it made me happy. And when he started hurting me, breaking me, branding me, burning me, and cutting me, I loved it because I knew he loved me and needed me. His darkness had grown along with mine and he knew I would do anything for him and I did. No limits. Concussions, broken noses, and black eyes brought orgasms to me and all his friends, but when he said he wanted to move on, I understood. I just asked him to finish the job before he took in a new girl, half my age. We made love one more time as he used my fucked out holes and when the cord tightened, I came so many times and he did as well. Just one last change. And then, I was still. But he was happy, and thus, so I would have been.

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