Ephesians 5:22

“You’re going to hell for this, you know,” Mary said with a haughty sneer.  She had a perfect face for it.

She was a feisty little thing, especially considering her current state. I’d had fun rendering the lithe brunette completely helpless. The cuffs on her wrists were now attached to her collar, leaving her hands flapping uselessly at her neck. Her legs I’d pushed up and back before locking her ankles to the bed’s headboard, putting her feet on either sides of her head. The way she kept fidgeting confirmed that the position had to be incredibly uncomfortable, but she was doing her best not to show it.

I’m not sure I’d ever owned a prettier fucktoy than Mary. She had the kind of arrogant, self-confident face that was just begging to have a cock stuffed between its soft red lips. The rest of her body, full of long limbs and full curves, promised to be similarly delightful for any lover. She was still wearing her Catholic schoolgirl uniform: black stockings, a checkered skirt, and a modest white button up blouse. I wouldn’t have dreamed of taking any of it off. I’d even left the gold cross dangling around her neck.

“If I’m headed to hell, I’d best enjoy myself while I can,” I told her while I shucked off my pants. She tried to hide it, but I caught the flash of fear in her eyes when she first caught sight of my cock. I doubted she’d ever seen one before. Not only was Mary an exemplary student of one of the most elite Catholic colleges in the nation, she participated in all sorts of extracurricular events for the church, most notably Teens For Abstinence, a volunteer organization run by teenagers that promoted abstinence as the best approach for preventing teen pregnancy.

It wasn’t a coincidence that I’d crossed paths with a girl like that, of course. I’d chosen Mary after weeks of careful and painstaking research. I’d gone through school records, monitored over a dozen potential targets, and even snuck into the bedrooms of her and three other girls to install bugs. Plenty of girls claimed to be innocent and pure, but were little vixens when Mommy and Daddy weren’t watching. Not Mary, though. She was as virginal as it gets.

Her beauty and lack of sexual experience would have been more than enough on their own to make her a prize, but she had another superlative quality as well, the one that had put her on my radar to begin with. Mary was the stuck up, spoiled daughter of a pastor of a huge Catholic church that was trying to compete with the evangelical megachurches.  You know, the kind of places that rake in millions every year. Thanks to her father’s ruthless ability to fleece the gullible, she had grown up being waited on hand and foot, given everything she’d ever wanted. Her life up to now had been about as close as one could get to heaven on earth.

She was going to make an excellent sex slave.

Her blouse was buttoned up all the way to the neck, but it couldn’t hide the swell of her fat tits underneath. I started undoing the buttons from the top, one by one, exposing her pale flesh. I took my time with it. I was going to have years to fully enjoy Mary, but there was something special about the first day of a fucktoy’s new life, and I was going to savor this one. “You… you pervert!” she exclaimed, trying to squirm away from my fingers. “What do you think you’re doing?!”

This was one of the reasons why I loved girls like Mary. Even though she’d been abducted by a stranger, brought to an isolated room, and tied down to a bed, she still hadn’t worked out that she was going to be raped. A sheltered upbringing combined with a severe lack of critical thinking had created a girl as dumb as a box of rocks, who only needed a strong guiding hand to be molded into an obedient cum dump.

“I’m getting ready to enjoy your tits,” I told her. “Has anyone ever sucked on them? Licked them? Chewed them?” Her scandalized expression was answer enough. “How about slapping them? Anyone ever do that, Mary? Has anyone ever smacked these big titties of yours around until you cried?” She stared at me as though she couldn’t tell if I was serious or not. “No? I’ll have to show you what that’s like later.”

“No, you won’t,” she insisted, trying to hold my gaze with her own even though that arrogant attitude was slowly draining away in the face of harsh reality. “There isn’t going to be any later. You are going to let me go right now, and pray to the Lord for forgiveness for the vile thoughts and actions that led to this.”

It was hilarious to hear her invoking God as though she was some saintly figure. Like I said, I’d done my research, and that included finding out that she was as selfish a bitch as any I’ve met. All that wealth and privilege, and I couldn’t dig up a single instance where she’d used them help somebody else. But there were plenty where she’d flaunted them, basked in the power she had over her peers.

In her college records, for example, I’d found an incident last year where she’d used her father’s influence to push the dean into expelling four classmates that she had a problem with. Their crime? To quote the dean’s own statement, “Mary is distraught over the fact that all four students have consistently received better grades than her. She insists, despite the lack of any evidence, that they must be cheating. Her father has threatened to pull all funding from the school and file a lawsuit over our negligent treatment of his daughter unless these four are dismissed immediately.”

Now, I don’t want to give you the wrong idea about myself. I’m not any kind of vigilante. I didn’t pick Mary to be my next long term cum dump just because she was a bratty cunt. But it had certainly helped. There was an undeniable sense of satisfaction that came with knowing that not only was I procuring myself a wonderful toy to play with, I was making the world a slightly better place in the process. Everyone wins, except for the toy.

“Forgiveness, huh?” I mused. “You mean no matter what horrible things I’ve done, I can always ask God for forgiveness?”

“Yes!” she said quickly, seizing the opportunity. “It’s never too late. If you let me go, and you repent your crimes, there is still time for your soul to be saved.”

“That does sound nice… You’re right, I’m going to give repenting a try.” Mary was looking hopeful about that, until I surprised her with a light slap on the cheek. Nothing serious, just enough to sting and make her yelp. She gave me such a wounded look that you would’ve thought I’d just killed her puppy. “So you’re saying God doesn’t mind that I just slapped you, as long as I’m sorry about it later, right?”

Anger flared on her face. “No, that is not what I’m-” I slapped her again, this time a little harder and on the other cheek.

“And he’ll forgive that one too, won’t he?” Two more slaps and cheeks were starting to glow red. “I can do whatever I want to you, as much as I want, as hard as I want, and then all will be forgiven as soon as I apologize.” I looked up at the ceiling. “Thanks God! I’m going to really tear this dumb bitch apart, but I promise that maybe someday, years and years from now, long after she’s dead and buried, I’ll consider saying I’m sorry. It’s good to know You’re on my side for this.”

“That’s, that’s not how it works!” Mary protested. “It’s not okay to do bad things just because you might repent later.”

“Oh yeah?” I asked, and slapped her again. “Because that’s sure what it looks like to me. Why don’t I keep going and see how it works out for me?” I got back to undoing her buttons. Mary grew increasingly uncomfortably as her front was exposed, but she wasn’t going anywhere. Once most of the buttons were off, her cleavage spilled out of her shirt, clad in a white cotton bra. She froze when she saw the pocketknife in my hand, but I wouldn’t be having that kind of fun with her until she started to bore me. Today, I only used it to snip the bra off, then finished with the rest of the buttons, leaving her open shirt fanned out around her.

Her tits were smooth and creamy, with soft pink nipples. I groped them with both hands, admiring their heft. “You’ve got perfect cow tits, slut. These will be squirting milk in no time.”

I could see the utter revulsion in her eyes at my touch. “You’re disgusting,” she hissed. “When my father catches you, you’re going to jail. Father says jail is full of faggots, and that they know just what to do with bad men there.”

“Oh?” I asked, voice dangerously soft. Her back talk was amusing, but in my experience fucktoys perform better when they think I’m perpetually just one mistake away from losing my temper completely and beating them to death. So even though she was being adorable right now, I didn’t let any trace of my good mood show on my face. “And what’s that?”

She hesitated, and it was painfully clear that she had no actual idea. Small wonder. Miss Perfect had been raised in a gilded cage. All her education had been at exclusive girl only private religious schools. All of her friends were similarly pampered pets of the rich and famous, who only interacted with each other via play dates set up by their parents. Even though Mary was only a few months shy of her twentieth birthday, she knew about as much about the real world as a poodle.

“You’ll find out soon enough,” she finally said, matching my glare with one of her own. “Unless you let me go right now.”

It was time to start really impressing on her her what our relationship was going to be like. I leaned over the bed and clamped my hand on her neck, between the collar and her chin. Her eyes went wide as I began strangling the life out of her. “You don’t give me lip, bitch,” I growled in feigned anger. “Not now, not ever. Understand?”

At first she only glared harder, but when I kept it up, her anger began to be replaced by fear. She shook her head in an effort to twist away from my grip, but she was a mouse trying to fight off a cat. Eventually it must have sunk in that I could kill her right here and now if I wanted, and there was nothing she could do to stop me. Her tongue moved as she tried to form words, but all she could manage were squeaks. She settled for nodding her head. I held on for a few moments longer, just long enough to make her worry that I was really about to choke her to death, then let go. She immediately lapsed into a coughing fit.

While she recovered, I flipped her skirt up to reveal white cotton panties, a perfect match to her bra. Mary cringed as I rubbed my shaft back and forth against it, smearing her underwear with precum. Choking her had gotten me more than a little excited. “I’m going to knock you up,” I promised her. “And not just once. Over and over. For the rest of your life, your womb is going to be kept busy growing fat, healthy babies. I should start calling you Baby Maker now, bitch, because you’ll be pumping me out a fresh one every nine months!”

She recoiled from my words as though I’d slapped her again. “You… but… y-you can’t!” she insisted in a sharp tone, as though I was making a stupid mistake.

“I can’t?” I asked, voice soft once more.

I didn’t miss the darting glance she gave my hands. The bitch was learning. “You… you don’t understand,” she said in a slightly milder tone. “We’re not married, and I… I’m a virgin! It would be a sin. We’d … we’d go to hell!”

It was all I could do not to burst into laughter. The dumb cunt actually thought she was making a cogent argument. All she was really doing was making my dick painfully hard. “I’m already headed that way, aren’t I?” I said instead. “Now I’ll have you to keep me company.”

I used the pocket knife to cut off her panties, revealing both of her beautiful holes. Her pussy was a pristine pink, with think lips and a small tuft of pubic hair. Her anus was a wrinkled circle that looked equally untouched. She shuddered as I caressed them both with my fingertips, wordlessly greeting the two holes that were going to give me so much pleasure in the years to come.

Now that there was nothing left between her cunt and my cock, and God wasn’t popping by to smite me for my actions, Mary was looking more anxious with every passing second. “Look,” she said, trying a different tactic. “Father has money, and I know he’d pay whatever amount you wanted if it meant bringing me home safe. That’s far more useful to you than, than defiling my virtue. There must be something you want!”

“Now that you mention it,” I said slowly, “There is one thing you have to offer that might interest me.”

Mary’s eyes gleamed in triumph at this revelation. She’d grown up thinking that money could solve any problem in the world, and here I was affirming that for her. “Yes! Just let me go, and I promise, on the word of Jesus Christ Himself, that I’ll have Fath-ah!” Her body went rigid all of a sudden, mouth parting in a surprised little “oh”.

That was because I’d just stuck my middle finger up her asshole.

I twisted my finger, and she whimpered in response. “I suppose,” I said speculatively, “if you really wanted it, I could be convinced to fuck your asshole instead. You’d have to ask very politely, though.”

Mary stared at me open mouthed, shock, disgust, and disbelief warring in her expression. “You… you want to… but that’s my, my… it doesn’t go back there!”

I was both delighted and unsurprised that Mary had never heard of anal sex. “Exactly,” I agreed. “No ruined virginity, no babies, no hell.”

“Please, there has to be something else you want…”

I gave her an angry sneer that made her shrink against the headboard trying to get some distance from me. “The only thing I want, bitch, is to bury my cock in you and feel you squirm while I pump you full of cum. If you don’t want it in your ass, that’s fine; I’d rather be using your twat anyway.” I popped my finger out of her butt, which caused a cute little squeak, and wiped it clean off the sheets. Then I rubbed the head of my cock against her slit. “So let’s get started, Baby Maker.”

Mary flinched, trying to avoid my dick with little bobbing movements that only managed to entice me further. “Wait! I’m not… it just doesn’t work! It’s dirty back there and, and, and… you wouldn’t fit…”

Now, I couldn’t blame her for thinking that one. With her ass upturned like it was, we both had a good view of her anal ring in comparison to my cock, and well, even after loosening it up with my finger, it was definitely going to be a tight squeeze.

“Oh, I’d make it fit,” I assured her, “but you’re right. It’s a disgusting, dirty hole that only a sick pervert would ever want to see used. That’s why I’m going to pound your pussy instead, like God intended.” I pulled her labia apart with my thumbs to see her virgin hole, just waiting to be put to use.

“No! No no no… I don’t…. I just…”. Mary closed her eyes, and with a clear effort of will, softened her tone. “Look, you can’t take my virginity, okay? I refuse. But if… if you’re sure you can, that is, satisfy yourself with, with… there instead, then fine. Just do it a-and get it over with.”

“Do what?” I asked, feigning ignorance.

She blushed and raised her voice just a little. “You know, put it… put it back there?”

“Put what where?”

Her eyes flashed with anger, and she looked about to snap at me, but she caught herself. “Put your, your p-penis in… in my backside.”

I slapped her pussy with an open palm, making her twitch in her bonds. “You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me,” I snapped. “You’ve got this warm, wet fuckhole right here, that God Himself designed to gobble me up and suck the cum right out of my balls. But you don’t want me doing that. You want me to instead stick my dick in a dirty, smelly hole that’s supposed to be for poop… and you can’t even call it what it is!”

Mary cringed under the weight of my anger. I wasn’t really angry, of course. It was all I could do not to grin. “I… that’s not…”

“Choose, slut, or I’ll choose for you! Do you want me to ram my cock up your tight cunt, or up your poop chute?”

“I… I don’t…” She made a frustrated sound. “My p-poop chute.”

I slapped her pussy again. “Then fucking say so, bitch!”

Mary closed her eyes, spots of color on her cheeks. “R-r-ram your, your c-cock up my poop ch-chute…” she said reluctantly.

The third slap was the strongest yet, and left her cute labia looking red. “Where’s your goddamned manners, Baby Maker? Is that how you ask someone a favor?!”

The spots on her cheek deepened, and she grit her teeth. “P-please ram your cock up muh, my poop chute.”

I didn’t slap her this time. Instead, I leaned in close, my face bare inches from hers, and used my thumbs to wrench her eyelids open. Her terrified blue eyes stared into mine. “I’m your master now, Baby Maker,” I growled softly. “You address me as such, and you keep your fucking eyes open when you talk to me. Got it?”

She tried to nod, but my grip on her head was too tight. “Fine… I-I mean, yes master…”

I didn’t let her go just yet. I could feel her hot breath on my face as she panted in fear. “I’ve read the Bible myself, you know,” I told her. “My favorite verse is Peter 2:18 – You who are slaves must submit to your masters with all respect. Do what they tell you—not only if they are kind and reasonable, but even if they are cruel. Do you know what that means, slut?”

“N-no…”

“It means that God Himself wants you to be a good fucktoy for me. Let’s see if you can make Him proud.” I released her head, but stayed up close. Taking my dick in one hand, I positioned it against her anal ring, but I didn’t start pushing just yet. “Ask me again, Baby Maker.”

“Please ram your c-cock up my poop chute, m-master.”

Satisfied my dick wasn’t about to slip off, I grabbed her hips. “Louder.”

“Please ram your cock up my poop chute, master!”

I tightened my grip. “Again!”

“Please ram your cuh…”

Her voice gave out, mouth open wide. You know that brief pause between getting hurt and actually feeling it? Like when you stub your toe, and for a moment there’s no pain, but you can tell it’s coming? I stared at Mary’s face as she went through that, drinking in the pale, horrified expression.

She held like that for two, maybe three seconds. And then the pain hit, and she started screaming.

“Aaaaaaagggh! Too big! T-take it out! You have to take it out!! You’re too biiiiiiiig!!”

I spared a glance down. I’d managed a good three or four inches with my first thrust. Not bad. Not bad at all. All the precum had made for decent lube, though I doubt that made it any easier on Mary. Her anal ring was stretched open, and I could feel it squeezing my shaft, instinctively trying to close. The rest of her insides were equally accommodating, her warm guts making a tight vise around me. I itched to push in further, to watch my entire shaft disappear down her tight shithole, but I held still for now.

“Please! Oh! Oh God!! You’re too big! I, I knew it wouldn’t fit! I told you! I told you! Please take it out! Please! Pleeeaaaaaassssse!! Oh God, somebody help meeeeeee!!”

I loved listening to her screams, but I had other thoughts in mind, so I reached up and twisted her right nipple, hard. That got her attention, and she quieted down, though her breath came out in gasps and she kept groaning.

“It’s, y-you’re killing me,” she pleaded. “It just doesn’t work. My backside, I mean, my p-poop chute, it’s not made for this!”

“First you beg me to stick it back here,” I snarled, “make me get your filth all over me, and then you change your mind?! Stupid twat! Fine! I’ll pull my shit covered cock out of your ass and shove it into your cunt instead!”

All the color on her face drained at the idea, and her lower lip trembled. “N-no, you can’t… that’s disgusting…”

“Yeah, it is disgusting! You’re a disgusting little pervert, wanting me to fuck your asshole! And now I’m gonna use your virgin cunt as toilet paper, and I bet a sick bitch like you is going to fucking love it!”

Mary looked like she was about to vomit. “No, no! Oh God! Don’t do that!”

My prick came out of her with an audible pop, making her gasp. Her asshole winked, still stretched obscenely open. I crawled forward on the bed to sit on her chest, my erect cock in front of her face. The head was an angry red, and there were streaks of brown where the shaft had penetrated her.

“Look at it, you dirty slut,” I growled. “Look at what your filthy butt did to my cock.” I got the impression Mary would rather be looking anywhere else. Her eyes darted from side to side, and her nose scrunched up as the smell reached her. “This is what’s about to take your virginity!”

“No!” She begged, starting to cry. “Please don’t put it in there!”

“Changing your mind again, huh?! You want this back up your asshole now?”

“Yes, please, put it back there, master…”

“Prove it, bitch! Beg me to stuff your shithole with my cock!”

She trembled at the words, but my bullying had done the trick. I’d backed her into a corner, and there was only one way out. I watched a big chunk of her self esteem wither and die as she swallowed hard and then said, her voice barely above a whisper, “Please… please stuff my sh-sh-shithole with your cock, master.”

I didn’t need telling twice. I quickly moved and pushed back into her waiting hole, getting another couple inches in this time. She groaned, but didn’t voice any more complaints. Not until I grabbed her nipples again, both of them now, and twisted.

“Gaaaah! Wh-whyyyyy?!” she screamed, body flailing.

“Your master does his slave a favor, and she doesn’t have a single word of thanks?” I twisted even harder. “Ungrateful bitch!”

“Aaaaargh! Thank you, master! Thank you!”

“For what?!”

“Fuh fuh fuh, for stuffing my shithole with your cock! Thank you, master!”

I made an unsatisfied grunt, but let go of her nipples. “Don’t you forget for one second, you little bitch, that I’d rather be balls deep in your cunt right now. The only reason I’m in your gross, stinky asshole is because I’m such a kind master. So I don’t want any lip, understand?”

‘Yes master!”

“Good. I’m going to start fucking you now, and there’d better be nothing but smiles and encouragement.”

Yes mast-aaaaaarrr!”

Mary’s eyes bulged as I began moving in and out of her asshole, but she was determined. No, determined isn’t the right word. She was terrified and hurting and her instincts were telling her that obedience was the only way to get through this. So she gave me a sickly, nauseated smile that was little more than a baring of teeth.

“I’m not hearing that encouragement, Baby Maker,” I warned her.

“Thank you for fuh, fucking my asshole, master! It’s, it’s, it’s so…” Her eyes darted wildly as she tried to think of what to say. “I love it, love it, master!”

I still hadn’t squeezed my entire cock in, but I could feel my time quickly running out. It just felt too damn good to bully this spoiled brat. “Tell me how much you want my cum in your guts, slut!”

She looked like she was going to be sick, but her mouth moved almost of its own accord. “I… I want it, um, please give it to me, master…”

I sped up, wanting to enjoy these last few seconds as much as I could. “Not very convincing, bitch! Sounds like your cunt needs it more!”

“P-please! I, uh, I…” She struggled for the words, trying to figure out what I wanted to hear. “Please, uh, please fill my poop chute with your cum! I, I want it in my shithole, master!”

“Oh yeah?! You sure?!”

“Yes, master! Please!”

I felt the orgasm rising up. “Too fucking bad, Baby Maker,” I told her at the last second, and then spat on her face and pulled back.

My cock emerged from her, the head fat and swollen, and just before the first drops erupted from the tip, I immediately adjusted my angle and thrust forward again with my hips, ramming it against her cunt. Her hymen halted my advance for only the barest moment before tearing apart like tissue paper, and my crotch slammed against hers. She was bone dry, but the buttfucking had given my cock all the lubrication it needed. In half a second, I’d made it balls deep into her virgin pussy, and I shuddered with pleasure as I began to spray her insides with my seed.

Mary was shuddering too, though for very different reasons. She looked at me dumbfounded, unable to process what had just happened. “I… You… what did you…”. She finally realized what I’d done, and gagged. “Stop! You have to pull out! You can’t!!”

“Not until your cunt wrings out every last drop, Baby Maker!”

“But, but, but you said…”

I grinned. “Said I’d fuck your asshole. Never said I’d cum in it. I told you, bitch, you’re my Baby Maker now. My first load was never going anywhere else!”

She stared at me, her face twisted with utter despair as she realized I’d intended this the entire time. “No… no… I… I let you… you made me say… nooooo…”

“Looks like we’re both going to hell now, slut. But cheer up! Maybe they’ll let me keep you company down there. Won’t that be nice?”

“Nooooo….. nooooooo….”

I let her cunt wring the last few drops from me before pulling out. Mary was openly sobbing by now, completely disconsolate. “Daddy… forgive me… he made me do it… he made me! I didn’t wanna, I didn’t wanna, forgive me…”

Dumb cunt. Lovely, adorable dumb cunt. “Forgiveness?!” I snarled. “You’re asking them to forgive you? You should be asking me! Look at this mess you made of my cock!”

She glanced at it and whimpered. Even soft, it was quite a sight to see. Spattered with cum, blood, and not a little of her shit, it looked like something out of a horror show. “I… I’m sorry…”

I slapped her hard across the cheek, leaving a red handprint. “Wrong, Baby Maker. Sorry is what you’re about to be, if you don’t start showing some fucking manners. Now apologize for having such filthy fuckholes!”

She looked so genuinely distressed that I almost wanted to stop and take some pictures of it. There would be plenty of footage later, though. I had three different cameras recording our playtime. When the time came that she finally wore me out, I’d go and enjoy editing the footage into a video that made her look like a dirty, submissive slut who was agreeing to everything. Mary was going to become quite the prolific porn star.

There wasn’t much trace of the feisty bitch I’d started with. Getting slapped around, buttfucked, and possibly impregnated had gone a long way towards correcting her attitude problem. Her expression now held nothing but raw fear, and she barely hesitated before obeying my humiliating request. “I, I’m sorry for my… my filthy f-fuckholes, master…”

“Damn straight you are. Now open your mouth.”

Mary obeyed, opening her mouth to show me her pink tongue and perfect teeth. Still addled from her recent ordeal, I think she genuinely had no idea what I was intending to do. Which made it all the more fun to vault onto her chest, grab her head with both hands, and stuff my dirty prick into her waiting mouth.

She squealed in surprise and disgust, gagging at the taste. She tried to pull her head away, but I wasn’t having any of it. “Time to clean up your mess, ass slut,” I told her. “I find any of your filth still on me when I pull out, I beat your tits black and blue with my belt. And if you even think about using your teeth, you’d better hope you die quick, because hell’s got nothing on what I’d do to you.”

Mary whimpered, but like I said, there was no fight left in her. Deep down, she was beginning to accept that this was her life now. Within a few seconds, I felt her tongue on me. She gagged again, and shuddered, but her tongue kept moving.

While she worked, I amused myself by continuing to taunt her. “Only the most perverted sluts do ass to mouth, you know. And ass to cunt to mouth? That’s even worse. The inside of your twat will be smeared with shit for the rest of your life now. Ugh, I’m getting sick to my stomach just thinking about it. You’ll have to clean me off like this every time I’m done topping your cunt off with sperm. They’re going to need a special place in hell for someone like you.”

Fresh tears soaked my crotch. Her tongue was slow and clumsy, but it was still having an effect. I could sense her shock and dismay as my cock began to grow hard again inside her mouth.

I slapped her cheek again. It felt good on my dick, so I did it a few more times. “You little slut!” I yelled, feigning anger. “I told you to clean my cock, not suck it! You’re that desperate to taste my cum?!”

Mary made muffled sounds of denial, but they quickly turned into more gagging as I pulled her head closer, my dick now jabbing at the back of her throat. “I know what dirty sluts like you deserve, Baby Maker. Thinking you can just suck my cock without permission…”

Still partly soft and slick with fluids, my prick had little trouble slipping deeper into her throat. I ground her head into my crotch, seeking maximum penetration. “Throatfucking! That’s what you deserve! Another act that only the lowest and most worthless whores do.. You’ll have to teach the other sluts all about it when you’re in hell!”

Her throat must have still been sore from the choking earlier, and being stuffed full of dick wasn’t helping. I felt her body spasm hard once, then twice, and realized she wasn’t getting any oxygen. That was just fine by me.

Mary’s eyes looked up at me, desperate, pleading. I responded with a sneer. “Sorry slut, this is just too perfect, having you die choking on cock. Look on the bright side! No more shit licking, no breeding. You’re getting off easy! Just an eternity in hell to worry about.”

Her face was a work of art, a treatise on despair and hopelessness. All of her limbs were twitching now, flopping back and forth in a cute and utterly pointless attempt to escape. Even her tongue was getting in on it, pressing itself against me to try and push me out. She was going to be such a good cocksucker soon. Her cheeks turned progressively redder and her eyes rolled up into the back of her head as we passed the sixty second mark.

Ninety. One hundred. One ten.

Mary’s body had gone mostly still, giving in to the approaching end. She was just a pile of warm, soft meat now, and my cock didn’t mind it a bit. Her snug, spasming throat was the perfect sheathe.

At one thirty, she made a quiet, sad noise. “What’s that, slut?” I asked. “You want to live?”

Mary managed a small sound of agreement. “Mm hmm.”

“You’d rather be my slave? You’re volunteering to spend the rest of your life on ass fucking, cock cleaning, and baby making?”

“Mmm hmm”

Her eyelids were starting to droop, and I could tell we didn’t have much longer. “Swear to me, then. Swear to forsake God and worship me instead. Swear that I own you body, mind, and soul, for the rest of eternity.”

A spark of life returned to her upon hearing my request, and her eyes bulged with surprise and horror. Most girls would have agreed to it without a second thought, but Mary was different. She truly believed that she would be damning herself, and that made her hesitate. Not for long, only a couple seconds, but enough time to convey that the decision made her absolutely miserable. “Mmm mmm!”

I pulled out, and she gasped, chest heaving as she sucked in huge breaths. I let her have only a couple before slapping her again. “Swear it, bitch!”

“I… I…. I swear…” she panted. “I… I for… forsake Him… worship y… you… you own me… body, mind, and…. and soul… for eternity…”

“Good,” I said, and pulled her head back onto my cock. “Time for communion.”

I fucked her savagely, treating my new pet’s throat like a cheap fleshlight. I allowed her just enough air to keep from passing out and missing the fun, and she rewarded me for it with all sorts of little murmurs and squeals. My hands were gripping her ears, using them as the facefucking handholds they were always meant to be, slamming her head against my crotch so hard I nearly broke her nose. I couldn’t keep up that kind of pace for long, and it was only a few minutes before my cock pulsed and began shooting into her stomach.

I stayed there, buried in her perfect fuckhole of a mouth, until I began to go soft. “I’m not done in here yet, slut,” I told her. And then I began to piss.

I don’t think Mary realized what I was doing at first. Perhaps she just thought it was more cum, or was too focused on catching her breath now that her airway wasn’t so packed. Either way, she clued in once I softened enough to pop out of her throat, my piss stream now hitting the insides of her mouth. She made a disgusted groan, but didn’t try to pull away, already accepting that I could do whatever I wanted with her.

Her cheeks began to fill up. She was smart enough not to spit it out, but didn’t have the guts to swallow it either. “Drink your piss, Baby Maker,” I told her harshly. “You’re God’s toilet now.”

She gulped down the urine, looking nauseated. She swallowed the next few mouthfuls too, until my bladder ran dry. I offered no thanks or acknowledgement of what she’d done, just pulled out and got off the bed.

It had been less than an hour since I’d started playing with her, and my pet schoolgirl already looked so much better. Her eyes were rimmed red from crying, and the rough throatfuck had left growing bruises on her cheeks. Her tired jaw hung open, a bit of drool running down to her chest, where her nipples were red and sore after being twisted and tugged around.

But best of all was still her expression. She had such a lovely expressive face that perfectly communicated her immense misery and fatigue. My fucktoy was little more than a dumb animal, but it was starting to sink in that this wasn’t just some short term ordeal to endure before getting to go back home to her pampered life. I’d introduced all three of her holes to my dick, fed her piss, cum, and shit, and nearly choked her to death twice, and there was no sign that this treatment was going to stop anytime soon. Hell, it wasn’t even lunchtime yet.

“Time for your punishment,” I told her, and delighted in the way her eyes went wide.

“P-punishment?! B-but, but I did everything you wanted, master!”

“Are you already talking back to me again?” I asked menacingly, and her face turned pale.

“No! No, master! I, I just don’t understand!”

“I told you to clean my dick,” I said as I fished my belt from my pants on the floor. “Does it look clean to you?”

Mary’s face crumpled as she remembered my previous order. My cock was indeed far from clean. She’d made a good start on it, but I’d gone hard before she was even half done, and now piss dripped off the shaft in addition to all the smeared bodily fluids still there. “But I… you…”

“You decided to slack off on your cock cleaning to suck me off instead. Isn’t that right?”

I could tell she disagreed with that interpretation of events, but she already knew better than to argue. “…Yes, master.”

“I said I’d beat your tits black and blue for your failure.” I let one end of the belt trail across her skin, letting her feel the leather that I would soon be using to make those lovely fat melons of hers hurt so very badly. “How many lashes do you think you deserve, for being too much of a cock loving slut to do a simple task?”

A single lash was going to be more painful than anything she’d ever experienced before meeting me, and she knew it. But even she was smart enough to know it was going to take more than that. “I… um… five, master?”

“Five?! Let’s try fifty, slut.” I snapped the belt down across her right breast. Her plump tit meat jiggled deliciously in response, a bright red mark glowing across the pale skin. It was a beautiful sight; she really was made for hurting. I was also rewarded with a squeal of pain from my slave, and she jerked in her bonds hard enough to shift the bed a little. My sheltered, spoiled, wonderful new fucktoy didn’t have much of a pain tolerance. I’d have to enjoy that while it lasted. “Where’s my thank you?” I demanded.

She looked at me with confusion. The silly stupid thing still didn’t understand how her life was going to work from now on. “F-for what, master?”

I glowered back at her. “Do you think I enjoy having to do things like this to you?” Of course I did.

“N-no,” she assured me. “No, master.”

“Exactly. There are a million other things I could be doing, but instead I’m spending my time here, helping to teach you lessons that anyone with any common sense would already understand. So the least you can do is thank me for it.”

Mary licked her lips. “Thank you for… for…” she faltered.

“For giving this stupid and worthless slave your attention,” I supplied.

“Th-thank you for giving this stupid and worthless s-slave your attention, master,” she said. My response was to hit her left breast this time, which caused a nearly identical squeal as last time.

I gave her a second. “Are you really this fucking dumb?” I asked her. “Or did all that choking on my dick cause some brain damage?”

“Thank for giving this stupid and, and worthless slave your attention, master!” she answered quickly. I belted her right breast. “Aaaggh! Thank you for giving this stupid and worthless slave your attention, master.” Her left. “Ergggh! Thank you for giving this stupid and worthless slave your attention, master.”

I continued raining hits down on that lovely chest of hers, alternating from tit to tit with each blow, and Mary responded with a symphony of agonized sounds and pathetic thanks. I didn’t want her getting so overwhelmed that she couldn’t appreciate her very first beating, so I spaced each blow out, letting her fully enjoy each burst of pain and properly express her deep gratitude before I dished out another.

I stopped after thirty. Most of her chest was red now, and she’d gone back to sobbing. “How many was that?”

Mary was panting like a racehorse by then, and I enjoyed the spike of panic that ran through her as she tried to think back and remember.  She gave me her best puppy dog expression, those  beautiful blue eyes glistening with tears as she pleaded for mercy.  “Um… uh… fifty, master?”

I almost laughed at her optimism. “If you can’t keep track, you stupid bitch, then I have no choice but to start all over from the beginning.”

“No, please master, I – aaaaagh! ..Thank you for giving this stupid and worthless slave your attention, master…”

I gave it another forty this time before I asked again.

“Forty, master,” she responded quickly.

I didn’t give her an inch. “Forty? Really? That’s how many you think it was?”

She swallowed hard, and I could see the doubt on her face. After being trampled and insulted so much, she really wasn’t certain anymore that she could do something as basic as counting. “Y-Yes?”

“How can you be sure if you weren’t counting out loud?”

She flinched at that, realizing what I was driving at. “I… I was keeping track in my head…” she said weakly, but her expression told me she already knew I wasn’t going to accept that.

“I’m supposed to trust the mental math of a brain dead slut now?” I asked her. “I wouldn’t trust you to put two and two together!” I sighed, as though as I was exasperated by her performance, rather than as giddy as a kid on Christmas morning. “Now we have to start over, again.”

Her head sagged. “Yes master.”

I struck her again. “Guhhh! O-one.”

“…And?”

“Th-thank you for giving this stupid and worthless slave your attention, master. Aaggghh! Two. Thank you for giving this stupid and worthless slave your attention, master. Gaahhh! Three. Thank you for giving this stupid and worthless slave your attention, master…”

By the time I reached fifty, aka one hundred and twenty, her tits were a real sight to see. As promised, they were now black and blue, colored with bruises and marked with a couple dozen bloody lines where the metal buckle had caught the skin. Her nipples, once a light pink, were now deep red and puffy, and so sore that I confirmed just breathing on them made her whimper miserably. It was beautiful.

“What do you think, Baby Maker?” I asked. “Are you ready to service your master some more, or do you think you need more punishment?”

“P-please let me service you, master…” Mary said weakly. I think she was too tired to even begin to think about what that might entail, but she didn’t care either. All that mattered to her right now was making the pain stop. It would take time for her to understand that was never going to happen. The end of one torture just meant the beginning of another.

What I had planned next called for a change in her position. First I detached her legs from the headboard, letting them straighten out and flop onto the bed. Mary’s relief at this didn’t last long, as I immediately took a spreader bar out and secured it to her ankles. I made sure to spread her legs out good and wide before I locked them in place. She was all but doing a split when I was done, both legs jutting off the sides of the bed. It sounded from her groans like her new position was at least as uncomfortable as the old one. Perfect.

“I’m going to release your hands in a second,” I told her. “If you do anything with them that I haven’t told you to, if you so much as scratch your nose, I’ll cut them off, got it?”

“Y-y-yes, master!”

“You’re going to use them to massage my dick with your cow tits. Your job is to get me hard again, so I can fuck you some more. What do you think about that?”

She gave me a weak, pitiful excuse for a smile. God, she was such a good fucktoy already. “That… that sounds wonderful, master.”

I retrieved a special dildo for later, then unfastened her wrist cuffs from her collar, and locked them together with a short chain, giving her limited mobility. Then I straddled her upper body, facing her crotch. She whimpered as my limp prick slapped against her battered melons, even that light touch bringing pain. I had to weigh twice what she did, and a good deal of that weight was now on her neck. Her breath rasped as she struggled to get air.

I casually flicked one of her sore nipples, and her entire body spasmed. “You’re not here to lay around, Baby Maker,” I warned. “Get those hands moving!”

Mary quickly obeyed, but it was obvious from moment one that she had no idea what to do. She was just sort of patting my shaft with her breasts, hoping that was what I wanted.

“Dumb fucking cunt,” I said. “How are you too stupid to even know how to titfuck?”

And then Mary did something that I’m certain she immediately regretted. I don’t think it was even intentional, just a momentary lapse of judgement brought on by pain and exhaustion. But she still did it: she spoke back.

“This is… crazy…” she whined, still fighting to breathe. “How am I supposed to… know any of this…?”

“What did you just say to me?” I asked, voice slow and heavy.

She let out a long, wheezing gasp of a breath as she realized what she’d let slip. “I…”

“I’ve heard enough from that filthy mouth of yours,” I said. “Use it to lick out my ass instead.”

“You… y-you want me to…”

I smacked her tenderized right breast, hard enough to make her cry out in pain. “You’re not doing yourself any favors right now, slut! You get that tongue in my asshole now, and you keep it there, or else!”

I couldn’t see her face from my position, but I felt her tongue shyly touch my anus. “All the way in!” I roared, and felt it sink in deeper. “That’s right, ass slut,” I said, my tone only slightly milder. “You already had practice slurping shit off my cock. Now you’re gonna slurp it from my butt.”

As Mary began reluctantly exploring my asshole, I focused my attention back on her chest, pinching both her nipples. The little whimpering sound she made into my ass nearly made finish right then. “Put your hands back on your tits,” I ordered. “Now push them against my shaft. Harder!” I leaned over to slap her pussy. “I said harder, you stupid fucking bitch! I don’t tolerate laziness.” Her fingers were white with strain as she mashed her tit meat against me with all the strength she had. “Now scrub them back and forth across my length.”

She really was a stupid slut, but not a disobedient one. As her tongue lapped at the sides of my rectum, she rubbed my shaft with her tits, wincing every time I made contact with an injured area, which meant pretty much everywhere. All of her movements were clumsy, but the pleasure wasn’t so much from the physical sensations, but from the situation. This spoiled brat, who before today had zero sexual experience, who’d spent the last couple hours being raped, tortured, and humiliated, was now working hard to please the man responsible, knowing full well that her only reward would be more of the same.

Like I said, she was going to be an excellent sex slave.

I basked in the experience of being serviced from both ends for while, but my reverie was interrupted as nature called. Mary’s anal stimulation had triggered something in my system, and my body was demanding a rest stop. There was a bathroom a short distance away, but I didn’t see any reason to get up and head over there. After all, I was already seated on the only toilet I’d be using from now on.

“Keep that mouth open.” That was the only warning I gave before relaxing my ass and pushing.

Mary started making noises, first little ones of surprise, then horror as she realized what I was doing. Her squeals became noticeably louder and more urgent as I continued to empty my bowels into her mouth. “Cleanliness is next to godliness, bitch,. I expect every last speck to be gone by the time I turn around. And don’t even think about slacking off with those hands!”

She moaned, but all resistance in her was long gone, and soon I could hear gloppy chewing noises mixed with pitiful sobs. Meanwhile her tits continued to caress my dick, which was quite enjoying the show. “And don’t take too long eating your lunch,” I warned her. “I expect that tongue to get back to work soon, toilet.”

She hurriedly swallowed a few times, then resumed her role as toilet paper. I enjoyed her tongue and tits for another minute, and then hefted the dildo in my hand. “Since you love getting buttfucked so much, Baby Maker, we might as well train it to be a good fuckhole for your owner. What do you think about that?”

“Thank you master,” came her muffled answer.

I leaned over and worked the dildo into her asshole. It was still loose from the earlier reaming, but from the way she twisted and bucked as I forced it in deeper, her sore insides were making the experience as painful as the first time. I pushed it in as deep as I could, then smacked the base with my hand a few times to get it a little deeper still. “Now squeeze, slut.”

I’ve had this dildo for a long time, and it’s one of my favorite inanimate toys. It’s bright pink, made of thick, very squishy latex, the inside hollow and filled with air, and there’s a little bulge at the bottom of the base, like a tiny balloon. I’d stuffed the cock in deep enough that her asshole had closed up around most of it, leaving just that little balloon dangling from her anal ring. Normally the dildo behaved like any other fake cock, but when I turned a valve at the base, it opened the way between the shaft and the balloon, and the extra space inside turned it into more of a phallic stress ball.

All this is to say that when my junior fucktoy clamped her ass down on the dildo, it compressed in response, and all the air inside it was forced into that little balloon protruding from her ass, making it inflate. An easy visual sign of how hard she was squeezing, which in this case was… “Pathetic,” I snapped, and slapped her pussy hard enough to make her gag into my ass. “I told you to squeeze, you lazy slut. And don’t think for a second that means your hands or tongue get a break!”

They say the average person is capable of focusing on three of four things at once, but I guess exhausted fucktoys fall below the curve. Mary tried to follow all three tasks and just managed to fail at all of them, her body shifting awkwardly beneath me as her movements grew erratic and panicked.

“Stop, stop, stop,” I said. “How do you do it, bitch? How do you consistently manage to be the dumbest fucking cunt I’ve ever met?” When she had no response I slapped her pussy again. “That wasn’t rhetorical! Tell me why you’re such an idiot!”

“I’m sorry,” she whined around my ass, her words a bit muffled. “I’m trying, master, I swear! I’m just, just, uh, I was born s-stupid… please dont hurt me…”

Everyone should get the experience of owning a fucktoy. I’d bullied her, tortured her, raped her, and was now in the middle of making her perform like a trained animal for no real reason other than my own enjoyment, and she was apologizing to me. I can’t imagine how normal people can go their entire lives without such wonderful pets.

“Since you’re too stupid to follow basic commands,” I told her, “I’m going to walk you through it one step at a time.”

“Thank you, master, ” Mary said, and the best part, the part that made me love my silly airheaded fuck doll more than ever, was that she sounded absolutely sincere. There’s that lack of critical thinking again. She was raised in an environment that glorified loyalty and blind faith, and looked at doubt and nonconformity as weaknesses. So now that she’d accepted that I was the one in charge, all of her life experiences were telling her that being obedient and unquestioning wasn’t just what she had to do, it was the right thing to do.

“Start working on me with your tits first,” I said. “And get a rhythm going as you push them back and forth. One two, one two, one two. See, even you can do it, slut. Now keep doing that, and also stick your tongue up my ass on one and retract on two. One two, one two.” She was performing as well as she could, trying so genuinely hard to be a good toy for me.

“And last but not least, squeeze that ass, and do it properly this time.” I watched her pelvis rise slightly as she squeezed hard. Imagine someone chewing bubble gum with their ass and you’ve got the right mental picture of that pink balloon swelling. “Hold it like that,” I ordered. “For six beats. One two, three four, five six. And release for six. I’m, a, worth-, -less, fuck-, -toy. Say it out loud!”

It wasn’t easy to understand her with her tongue drilling my ass, but that only made the words sweeter. “I’m, a, worth-, -less, fuck-, -toy. I’m, a, worth-, -less, fuck-, -toy.”

I don’t know if words can properly do justice to how utterly ridiculous she looked right now. Picture the Mary of a few hours ago, haughty and prideful and used to always getting what she wanted. And now picture present Mary. Lying on her back, her face completely buried in my sweaty ass crack as she frenched my unwashed asshole. Her hands desperately kneading her fat, juicy, black and blue tits against my now rock hard shaft. Her ass bobbing up and down as it blew pink latex bubbles to show me what a good job it was going to do with my cock next time I was inside it. All at a steady rhythm, punctuated with what was going to be her new mantra in life. “I’m, a, worth-, -less, fuck-, -toy. I’m, a, worth-, -less, fuck-, -toy. I’m, a, worth-, -less, fuck-, -toy…”

Part of me wanted to stay like that for hours. Wanted to see how long I could make her keep up this wonderfully humiliating act before her body physically gave out on her. And maybe I’d do that later, but right now my cock was throbbing hard, demanding the chance to fuck my new pet again. So with no small measure of reluctance, I let her stop and rolled off her. “Time to take another go at breeding you, Baby Maker. Doesn’t that sound nice?”

“Yes master,” she agreed tiredly, and I’m pretty sure she meant it. She’d already learned that there were far worse things that I could be doing to her.

In a few minutes I had her in position for our next bit of fun. I was sitting on the edge of the bed and she was sitting on my lap facing me, my cock buried inside her tight twat. Her breath had been rancid, so I’d made her gargle some mouthwash first for my own sake. I’d left the dildo in her ass, but twisted its valve back so that it functioned as a regular cock again, its girth making her warm cunt even more hospitable. I’m honestly not sure if the restraints were still necessary to keep her docile, but making her uncomfortable and miserable was at least half the reason for them, so she had her legs wrapped around my torso and cuffed together at the ankles, and her arms bound together behind her, hands to elbows, forcing her to push her chest out.

I didn’t start fucking her just yet. I wanted to play with my food first. Mary stared at the phone in my hand like it was an oasis in the desert, her eyes following it hungrily. “In a few minutes, we’re going to call your father and you’re going to speak to him.” Her entire body tensed at that news, which my dick more than appreciated. “I’m going to tell you exactly what to say to him. And before you get any ideas about going off script, think about this for a second, fucktoy: you don’t know where you are or who I am, and neither does anybody else. If you decide to ask for help, even best case scenario you’re still going to be stuck with me for days or weeks.” I leaned in close, our faces bare inches apart. “And I. Will not. Be happy. Do you understand?”

She gulped, terror shining in those sweet blue eyes. “Yes master.”

I’m certain that she didn’t expect what happened next. She must’ve thought I was going to fuck her like I’d done her ass and mouth, pounding her young cunt into hamburger. And I would do exactly that literally thousands of times in the years to come. But not this time.

I cupped her ass and softly bounced her up and down, sliding her insides along the length of my prick. She was so exhausted and sore that it took a while to get a reaction, but little by little her body responded to the stimulation. “Keep that pace,” I ordered, and let go of her ass. “And let me hear the rhythm, slut.”

Her legs clenched around me as she raised and lowered her hips to match the same slow movement I’d been doing. “I’m…. a… worth… less… fuck… toy…” she chanted dully. “I’m… a… worth… less… fuck… toy…”

Now that my hands were free, I could tease her clitoris. It was already starting to poke out, and I encouraged it by gently massaging it with my fingertips. Mary stiffened and let out a little moan. “Something wrong?” I asked innocently.

“I’m, I, it feels…” Her eyes were partly glazed over. “I… I… I’m… a… worth… less… fuck… toy…”

She flinched when I lowered my head to her breasts, but I only flicked my tongue over her stiff nipples. They were still sore, and the contact made her squirm, but there was more to her reaction than just pain. Her breathing grew steadily rougher over the next few minutes, and the involuntary sounds she made every time I bottomed out in her were becoming sweeter.

Once I felt she was ready, I dialed her dad’s number and put the phone up to her ear. “Tell him that you’ve quit school to elope with your boyfriend” I said. “And if you stop moving your hips, your dad will get to hear what it sounds like when someone shoves a fist up his daughter’s ass..” I got back to playing with her body.

The phone rang about five times before an older, male voice answered. “I don’t want any,” he said flatly. “Don’t call here again.”

“Wait!” Mary protested. “Please…”

“Mary?! Is that you?” He asked with sudden urgency. “Are you alright? We got word from the school that you’d gone missing!”

“I, I’m…” She glanced down at me for a brief second. “I’m doing okay.”

His voice grew disgruntled. “Then where have you been?! Your mother and I have been worried sick about you!”

“I, I actually, I’ve decided to le-ahhh!” She let out a sudden breath as I sucked hard on one of her nipples. “I…”

“What’s going on?” Her dad asked suspiciously. “Your voice sounds strange.”

“I’m, I’m okay,” she said, panting. “I decided to, to leave school and, and ohhhhhhhh…” Her entire body quivered as I pressed a buzzing vibrator against her clitoris. “Ohhhhhhhh…”

“Leave school?” Her father asked incredulously. “What on earth are you talking about? Mary, if you don’t explain yourself right now, I’m going to cut next month’s allowance, do you hear me?”

I don’t know if there was anything in the world that Mary cared less about right now than her monthly allowance, or anything that she cared more about than her overstimulated clit as I taped the vibrator to it with one hand. “I… I… oh ohhhh… boyfriend…”

“Boyfriend? What boyfriend?” Her dad demanded. “Have you been seeing someone behind our back? Is that why you weren’t in school today, because you were out with someone?”

“Ye-agh!” That was me biting down on her nipple. It was no fun not to give her any pain. “Yuh, yes, I-gaahh!” Her bobbing hips had slowed down as she’d gotten increasingly distracted by the phone call and my teasing, so I’d helpfully smacked her ass to remind her. Her movements sped up, and she moaned loudly, unable to help herself. “Ohhhhhhh, oh pleaaaaaase…”

“Jesus Christ, you sound like you’re…” Her father trailed off, and then his voice grew ice cold. “Whatare you doing right now? Answer me this instant.”

Mary’s eyes were closed, and her head had flopped to the side. Did I mention that in all the weeks I had her bedroom bugged, I never once heard her playing with herself? Doesn’t necessarily mean anything, but I like to think that she was building up to her very first orgasm, and her powerful reactions to what I was doing certainly seemed to fit. “I, I, I, I’;m…”

“Tell him we’re making a baby,” I suggested, keeping my voice low enough that he wouldn’t overhear.

She was so far gone in her own pleasure that I’m not sure she even knew what she was saying. “W-w-we’re muh, making a baby!”

Her dad was quiet for a long moment after that. When he spoke again, his words came out hard and surly. “I always knew you were fucking worthless.”

I don’t know whether it was the profanity or the declaration that hit Mary the hardest, but either way, his statement seemed to hit her like a knife to the heart, and her eyes snapped wide open. “D-daddy, I-”

“Be quiet,” he said. “You will not speak. You will listen. You’ve always been a vain, lazy, and stupid girl, but at least you managed to stay quiet and out of sight. That’s all I ever asked or expected of you, to shut up and look pretty. But you couldn’t even do that right. Before you went out and spread your legs for some stranger, did you stop for even one second to think about what this was going to do to our family? To my reputation? What do you think will happen to my congregation attendance if people find out that my eldest daughter is a dirty little college dropout slut who gets off on calling her own goddamn father while she’s fucking someone?!”

Mary fought to speak, even though her trembling legs and heaving chest made it clear that she was moments away from an earth-shattering orgasm. “Daddy, wait! Please, let me expla-”

“I told you to shut the fuck up!” he roared over her, and I could almost hear the spittle fly.  “You filthy, ungrateful bitch! I am going to contact the Academy and let them know that you are not missing. I’ll try and come up with an excuse that sounds better than the truth: that you chose getting fucked over your family and your responsibilities!” His voice became low and mean. “For your sake, Mary, I hope you were at least a good lay, because you’re on your own now, and God knows you have nothing else to offer. From this moment on, consider yourself disowned. You will not call this number again. You will not appear in my sight. If you know what’s good for you, you will do your very best to disappear off the face of the earth.”

“No! No, you don’t understand! Daddy, please listen, I was-!” There was an audible beep as her father hung up on her.

Mary sat frozen, staring blankly into space as I calmly snapped the phone in half. No sense taking chances. “Sounds like it’s just you and me now, slut,” I told her. “I’m pretty sure he just gave me his blessing to keep you forever.”

“No…” she whispered brokenly. “No, this can’t- ahhhhh… ohhhhhhhhhh!” The conversation had certainly gotten me all riled up, and now that I had both hands free, I was putting them to good use, grabbing her hips and fucking her as hard and fast as I could. She groaned, the sound bursting with both agony and ecstasy as her body was overwhelmed with pain and pleasure at the same time.

I could have stopped the orgasm from happening. She was very far along, but I think some sharp pain to a couple sensitive areas could’ve derailed her. But here’s one of the secrets to training yourself up a good fucktoy: every so often, give them a teeny, tiny bit of kindness. So I pulled my squealing pet close to me, hugging her as my hard cock fucked her into pure bliss.

“Oh god oh god oh gaaawwwwwwwwwwwwwwdddd!!” Mary trembled and shook and convulsed, and it was all just too much for my poor dick, which promptly gave in and began squirting its latest load into that tight and fertile pussy. We came together, and when it was over, we were still locked in an embrace, sweaty and tired and shivering.

“You truly belong to me now,” I told her softly as I ran my fingers through her damp hair, and she shivered at the intimate contact. She was limp in my arms, so warm and helpless and beautiful. I let my soft prick remain inside her as I gently eased the dildo out from her ass. “Do you understand?”

“Y-yes, master…” she breathed, still trembling from the aftermath.

“And do you know what that means?” I asked, and kissed her on the forehead.

“Nuh, no master…” She turned her head up to meet my eyes, and I saw the lost and broken soul behind hers. She was ready to love me and worship me if only things could stay like this. She’d willingly give me everything if I would just keep being kind to her.

I pulled her head to my chest and whispered in her ear like any other lover. “It means that when I get sick of torturing you, I’ll toss you in a dumpster with the rest of the unwanted trash.” She froze.

Who needs the love and adoration of a fucktoy, after all?

She came back to life when I picked up the dildo and started cramming it down her throat. “Suck your ass off that, slut,” I growled. “And while you’re doing that…” I sunk three fingers into her open asshole. “You let your hips stop moving back there.”

Within a few minutes I had her frantically sucking that shit encrusted dildo to blow pink latex bubbles, while my hand drilled for oil inside her guts. My cock was already stiff again, and she was riding it hard, encouraged every few minutes by a sharp twist of her clit. My mouth was back on her tits, chewing eagerly on her flesh to make her squirm and clench around me.

Despite her exhaustion, Mary gave her all with newfound enthusiasm. Now that she knew I was capable of treating her like a real girl, that it was possible to earn herself pleasure, she was desperate to show me that she was a good pet who deserved more. And she’d get it eventually. In a few weeks or months, when she was starting to doubt it would ever happen. Teeny, tiny bits of kindness, to give her false hope that maybe someday I’d stop making her life a living hell.

“Umm muhh merr mis muh moy,” she bleated through her stuffed mouth. “Umm muhh merr mis muh moy.” A worthless fucktoy, indeed. My worthless fucktoy. And I was going to have so much fun with her.