Separated

James found the USB stick waiting in his mailbox when he came home that day. Like the others, it arrived in a plain envelope with no return address. On the front of the envelope, slightly smudged but still visible, was a bright red lipstick mark.  It had always been her favorite color.

His hand shook slightly as he held the stick in his palm. He already knew that the only thing on it would be a video file, and he knew what the nature of that video would be. The rational part of his brain urged him to dump the thing in the trash. It could bring him nothing but pain.

But he had to see. He had to know.

The video opened with two naked people, a woman astride a man's lap. His face was blurred out; hers was not. He appeared to be clean and in decent shape, broad chested with no distinguishing marks to be found. She, on the other hand, could have just crawled out of a sewer. Her blonde hair was clumped and matted, with streaks of dried bodily fluids visible. Her skin was in the same condition, smeared with dirt and grime, some of which was unmistakably human waste. She wore no makeup, her face as dirty as the rest of her, save for the bright red lip gloss.

All the filth couldn't hide the marks; her body was covered in a litany of injuries, from half healed lacerations on her stomach and fresh welts on her breasts, to a fading black eye and a broken pinky finger. None of the injuries appeared to have been treated, and several showed signs of infection.

Despite her ragged appearance, she wore a beaming, satisfied smile. As the man behind her reclined on a gray couch, she enthusiastically bounced up and down, taking his considerable cock in her ass. She bit her bottom lip in an expression of pure animal pleasure as she ground her butt against his crotch, seeking maximum penetration.

“Hello, James,” his wife Ingrid purred, not pausing from what she was doing. “Spending another evening home alone, wanking and crying yourself to sleep?” Her hands were cuffed in front of her, one hand cupping the man's balls, her fingertips lightly stroking him. “Master and I are spending the night fucking like bunnies, as usual, and we thought you might be missing me.”

The man behind her slapped her ass. It wasn't a playful smack, but a hard, open handed blow that echoed through the room. Ingrid promptly rose off him, then rolled onto her back on the floor. She tilted her head back so she could continue to face the camera, while he lifted her legs up, pushed them until her knees were touching her head, and reentered her upturned ass.  This time he took the lead, pounding her with sharp, forceful movements.

“Mmm,” she moaned, quivering with each rough thrust. “I'm so glad I ended up with a real man instead of a pussy. Master knows just how to treat a dirty pain slut like me!”

Her lips curved into a devilish grin. “You never even fucked my asshole, James, you pathetic wuss. Master was so pleased to find me a virgin back there when he first took me. He loves ravishing me this way, knowing that he's in a hole my wimp of a husband never got to use.”

Her partner gave her ass a second hard smack before pulling out of her, and she promptly sat up into a kneeling position, her face inches away from his shit smeared dick. Ingrid's cherry red lips closed around it without the slightest hesitation, her head pushing forward until most of him was inside her. She stayed like that for a moment, making a pleased sound in the back of her throat, then started bobbing back and forth, fucking her herself on him. Several minutes later, his cock head finally popped out with an audible noise, the shaft now clean save for a few streaks of lip gloss.

Ingrid licked her lips in satisfaction, savoring the taste. “Do you remember the first video, the one Master made the day he stole me? Do you remember how I cried and gagged that first time he made me clean his dick like this?” She giggled. “What a stupid cunt I was back then! Thinking I was a human being, that I had the right to say 'no'... I'm so grateful to Master for teaching me my true place in life.”

She sucked the man's cock for another couple minutes until he slapped her again, this time across the cheek. Her head rocked from the force of the blow, but she made no complaint, just nodded eagerly and settled into a new position. This time she was on her knees, with her hands behind her spreading her ass cheeks open. Without her arms to support her, her face was left squashed against the carpet.

As the man began to fuck her ass again, she turned her head to face the camera.  “My life is so much better now that I'm Master's fucktoy. I love how he keeps finding new ways to give me the pain and degradation I crave. Just last night, he made me fuck his dog for the very first time!”

Ingrid moaned in ecstasy at the hard pounding she was receiving. “Can't you just see it, dear? Your wife sucking on her Master's cock while his dog fucks my ass? Mmm, that's right, even his dog treats me better than you ever did. Even he gets to go where you didn't. And when Master was almost ready, he switched places so he could coat my guts with his wonderful sperm while I got my first taste of dog cum.”

She licked her lips again, remembering. “My tongue running over his slimy, furry shaft, caked with sperm and sweat and my own filth... it was so wickedly delicious.”

Ingrid pouted at the camera. “Why couldn't you ever make me do that, hmm? If you had been man enough to treat me like the disgusting, masochistic cunt I am, I'd be at your feet right now, sucking your dick like a good pet.” She laughed. “Instead, all you can do is watch and wank while Master feeds me his cum in your place.”

The man pulled out of her and sat back down on the couch. She clambered up on top of him, her legs by his head and her face in his crotch. She began to deep throat the man's cock again, even deeper this time. After a few moments, he put his hands on the back of her head to push her down deeper still, until her nose was pressed into his balls. She made a choking noise as he held her there.

After a few long seconds, he lifted her up by the hair until only his head remained inside her mouth, her lips tight around him. Then he slowly pushed her back, all the way down the length of his shaft, holding her like that for several seconds. He repeated the movement over and over, slowly but steadily throatfucking her. Each time she made the same retching noise when he bottomed out, and after a couple dozen times, vomit bubbled out of her lips.

He released her head then, and she noisily sucked her vomit off his prick. When it was mostly clean, he resumed deepthroating her.  His movements started off as slow as before, but the speed quickly increased, her head bouncing faster and faster.  Her gagging and choking sounds grew louder and more frantic, until finally he slammed her head down into his crotch one last time, mashing her face against him. Her body bucked and shuddered, then grew still. A mix of bile and semen dribbled out of her nose.

When he let her go, she gasped for breath, but quickly recovered, turning her attention back to him. She cleaned his softening dick, her tongue slow and gentle, eyes never leaving the camera. When her work was finished, she gave the head a tender kiss. “That's why I love Master so much,” she said. “You would never have done something like that to me. You could never hurt me the way he does.”

The man turned her around, so that she was once again sitting on his lap. She started lightly massaging his limp dick with her cuffed hands. “I'm sorry to deprive you of masturbation material, James,” she said, “but this is the last video Master will be sending you.

You see, the only thing Master loves more than using fucktoys is training them, so now that I've been broken in, he's going to sell me off and find a new one. Whoever my next owner is, he won't even know that you exist, so this-” Her voice cracked slightly. “This is goodbye.”

She gave the camera a mocking smile. “Master wants me to assure you that the person he gives me to will be at least as sadistic as him. You can rest easy knowing that I'll be treated as the worthless piece of meat I am for the rest of my life.”

The man's cock had grown stiff again under her ministrations, and she continued to idly stroke him. “Because this is the very last time you'll ever see me, Master wants to end this video with something special. You're going watch me orgasm.”

She started to stroke her slit with a middle finger, her other hand still rubbing her partner's dick. “God knows you've never seen me have a real one. Master is the only man who could ever satisfy me. And the only one who ever will. He promises that my new owner will be instructed to never let me cum, so you're going to see the last orgasm I'll ever have.” Ingrid shivered as she pushed three fingers inside herself, pumping them in a smooth rhythm. She moved her hips at the same pace, grinding against the man's lap, her eyes closed. “I'm fantasizing about Master cumming inside my ass,” she declared loudly. “His fat cock buried inside me, sending jet after jet of hot sperm into my guts, reaching places where no other man has been. Using me as his toilet, as his cum dump... mmm....”

She let out a long shuddering sigh and was still. After a few moments, she pulled her fingers out and began slowly licking them clean, eyes still on the camera. “I hope you appreciated getting to see that, James. Think of me next time you find a girl you like, and try to treat her better than you did me. Goodbye.”

The video kept going, though, the camera lingering on her face. As seconds passed in silence, her expression began to change, the look of wanton joy shifting into cringing fear. She looked down. “That's... that's the end, right?” she asked, voice quavering. “You'll stop the footage there? I did... I did it just like you asked, Master.”

He whispered something in her ear, too quiet to be picked up. Ingrid's eyes widened, and she looked back at the camera. Her mouth worked, no sound coming out. Tears started streaking down her face. “Oh God, James,” she finally blubbered, “Oh God! You have to save me! Please! I lo-”

The video ended there.

James remained sitting, stared at the now blank screen. The sun finished setting, until he sat in total darkness, staring at nothing.