To Have and To Hold

“I have a surprise for you today, my love,” Lyle said as Lina crawled out of her sleeping drum.

“I hope it involves Master’s big fat cock pumping his dyke fucktoy.” The blonde looked up at him and licked her lips. “And if not, I hope he can make room.”

“I don’t think you’ll be disappointed.” He picked up the latest megapack of condoms, and threw it across the room. “See?”

Lina’s eyes widened. “Master is… he won’t…?”A slow grin spread across her face.

“No condoms,” Lyle confirmed. “Just for today of course. I know my dyke sweetheart couldn’t live without her marathon cervix poundings, and I’m convinced we’ll break 5 hours on your gutfuck record soon. But today, let’s just celebrate your progress as a good fucktoy.”

“Oh, that’s wonderful, Master!” she said happily, and crawled across the floor to hug his feet. “I love you so much!” He pulled her up into a full embrace, and she gave him a long, passionate kiss. She’d wondered sometimes if he was lying about losing his sense of taste and smell, but when he hadn’t retched and thrown up after their first makeout session (performed while sitting on his lap so she could bounce on his cock the entire time), she knew no one could be that good a liar.

The kiss lasted several minutes, and as usual, her owner took the time to enjoy her body in other ways. One hand went down to Boone, snug in his usual home, and began to twist and pump the canine cock inside of her. She responded with a giggle of pleasure, thrusting her ass back to meet his movements.

“May I do something for you too, Master?” she asked shyly after the kiss ended. She slid back down to her knees, and began to bathe his cock and balls with her tongue. “Something special?” she moaned as she lapped him eagerly. “Something I wouldn’t do for anyone else?” Without waiting for an answer, she opened her lips and took him into her throat.

One hand stub touched Lyle’s hand and gently led him down to her ponytail as she started fucking her throat on his cock. He gripped it, but made no attempt to control her movements, letting her deepthroat him at her own pace. The blonde made sure that pace was fast and rough, soft gurgling sounds escaping her lips every time she mashed her face into his crotch. Drool spilled down her chin as she gave him the sloppiest and most eager throatjob she could.

It only took a few minutes to feel the telltale throbbing of his cock, and Lina immediately reacted by burying his entire length down her throat. Unable to breathe, she stared up at him lovingly, letting her clenching, choking throat muscles wring his shaft and push him over the edge. She passed out as the first drops of cum began spurting into her throat, and woke up a few moments later with the taste of his semen heavy in her mouth. “Mmmm,” she moaned, and began licking traces of cum off his shaft. “I know how much you love to chokefuck me, Master, but sometimes it can be fun to throatfuck your slut too, can’t it?”

“There is something to be said for variety,” Lyle said warmly. “And that certainly was something special, my love.”

“What, that?” Lina asked with mock innocence, her tongue playfully teasing his cockhead as the shaft began to swell. “Oh no, that wasn’t the request. That was just because your dyke fucktoy wanted a creamy cum treat for breakfast.” Her smile broadened. “You keep her hungry, after all. No, I just want to play a few games. A few new games that I came up with all by myself.”

Lyle groaned as his cock twitched happily, a drop of precum appearing at the tip. She quickly licked it up and purred her delight. “You know I can’t make any promises, love, but if they sound even half as pleasant as what we just did, I don’t think I’ll need much convincing.”

Lina sank to all fours and turned to point her butt at her owner before pressing her tits against the ground. “Please nail my slutty tits, sir,” she said, making it more of a whimpering plea than a song. “Please pin them to the floor! Then pump my guts with so much seed, they can’t fit any more!” She pressed her pelvis down to the floor too. “Please nail my clitty down, sir! Please give it a good smack! I hope the way it tugs and tears helps empty your nutsack!” She thrust her ass back at him, trying to demonstrate how every moment of his cock inside her would torture her tits and clitoris.

Lyle’s smile was encouraging. “Should I take it you’d like to play both at the same time?”

“Of course, Master,” Lina said, rising back to her knees. “Don’t they both sound too fun not to do together? You’re gonna make me scream and scream and scream while you gutfuck me half to death. But before we play those two, I have one more…” She looked up at him with love and adoration, and sang in the sweetest tone her tattered throat would allow. “I love being your pet, sir, I’ll serve you all my life! I’ll suck and fuck and lick and choke, your pretty fucktoy wife!”

He looked at her, one eyebrow lifted in surprise, and Lina felt hope stirring. “If… if you’ll have me…” she said more plainly. “I know I’m, I’m not much to look at. Just a tattooed, shit-eating cripple with loose fuckholes who used to be a stuck-up dyke cunt. But I swear, I’d make you the happiest man in the world!”

The silence that followed seemed to stretch on forever, the tension tightening Lina’s lungs. “I think you really are my favorite fucktoy,” Lyle said eventually. “I already knew I’d be keeping you for years, but a more permanent relationship… might not be a bad idea. Not a bad idea of all. The truth is, I don’t think I’ve ever enjoyed another woman more than my beautiful blonde pet, and I can’t imagine finding someone I’d rather spend the rest of my life with.”

“You’ll never regret this, Master,” Lina said fiercely. “I’ll worship your cock all day and night, and play all the games you love.”

“There is just one problem,” Lyle said, and pointed a finger. “Her.”

Georgia. The brunette knelt there, silently watching as usual. Tears had begun to leak down her face.

“You’re already married,” Lyle said, “and I don’t think I’m a fan of polygamy. You would leave your wife for me?”

Lina scowled at the woman. “Her? Master, you know I never really cared about that cunt. She was never anything more than a pity fuck, an ugly fatty who’d lick my clit for an hour just because I showed her a little kindness.” She turned her adoring gaze back to him, ignoring the way her wife’s expression had crumbled. “You’re the only one I love, Master.”

Lyle clapped his hands. “Then I accept! We can’t have a formal ceremony, of course, but that means we also don’t have to wait. From now on, you are not only my pet, you’re my wife. And I suppose that makes today our wedding party. Let us celebrate!” He pulled her up for another long kiss.

Lina felt giddy as she watched her new husband fetch the nails. She’d finally done it.

She’d finally gotten one over on Lyle fucking Maccabee.

It had taken her too long to realize that the man did have one weakness, one that had been staring her in the face this whole time: herself. He was obviously smitten with her, and while the very idea made her feel like maggots were crawling across her skin, it was also an opportunity. Not to kill him or to escape; she’d abandoned those as impossible fantasies many rapes ago. She was, after all, just a worthless dyke fucktoy. She and Lyle agreed completely on that point. Her greatest dream right now was nothing so ridiculous as being treated like a human being again, or not being raped and tortured and fed garbage every day of her life; it was just to have an owner who wasn’t always as cruel as possible, who might sometimes show her a little gentleness.

And it was working! Trying to challenge his authority and act like she was his equal had never gotten her anywhere, but fawning over him and appealing to his ego was a different story. He was still a man, after all, and few men were immune to praise and adoration from someone they had feelings for. The effects up until now had been small and subtle: deciding to only fist her ass instead of the usual brutal gutfucking; a warm drink of piss to help hydrate herself after a long rape session. And all it had taken was discarding what was left of her principles and treating Lyle as though she loved him back.

Keeping her ever growing loathing of the man out of her voice and expression was possibly the hardest task of her abduction, but she’d thrown herself into it. It was all she had left now. Lina knew he must have been suspicious at first of her change in heart, but she had kept at it, refusing to let even the harshest treatment crack her facade. She knew she’d won him over when she’d played the jumper cable game again and succeeded on the very first try. And when she’d resisted the urge to enjoy two precious hours of rest and begged him to spend the time working over her cunt, he’d worn such a look of delight.

That had been “yesterday”, just before going into the drum for the last time, and the result had been beyond her wildest expectations. Being raped without a condom was a hope she had long given up on, and he’d proffered a gift like that as if it was nothing. And now that she’d persuaded him to marry her, there would be more gifts along the way. Her mouth watered. Maybe… maybe he’d even let her eat real food sometimes. And drink water, actual cold refreshing water. Not at the dining table with him, of course. She would be more than happy to crouch beneath the table, licking from her dog bowls while he ate like a real person. And afterward, she’d stay down there and suck his cock, a wet and eager blowjob from his beloved dyke fucktoy wife.

And if she really dared dream… fresh clothes, toothpaste, a shower. She imagined sitting on a toilet, an actual toilet, and then flushing when she was done. Getting to sleep curled up at the foot of her master’s bed instead of jammed upside down in a drum. If she was well behaved, maybe someday even sunlight.

In some ways, the hardest part of it all was Georgia. If Lina reminded Lyle of how she looked and sounded when she felt genuine love for someone, he’d never be fooled by her lies. So whenever she had to talk to or about the woman, she masked her true feelings with derision and scorn, dredging up insults that she knew would cut deep. Nothing had done more to help her deception than her wife’s sincere misery at Lina’s rejection.

She hated treating the love of her life this way, but not as much as it once would have. She still remembered that first day with the shears. You were doing whatever you had to in order to survive, and so am I. Besides, about two weeks had passed since her abduction, assuming Lyle had been telling the truth last time he’d mentioned the calendar date. Georgia couldn’t have very long left. The idea of disregarding her wife’s feelings because she would be dead in a few days was something that the old Lina could never have even considered. The new Lina wasn’t going to squander her best chance at happiness just for a walking corpse. And if she has a problem with that, maybe she should have used those fucking shears on him instead of me…

As Lyle laid the blonde face down on a wooden bench, the same one she’d woken up on a lifetime ago, even seeing him position the long steel nails against the top of her breasts couldn’t penetrate her good mood. Yes, this was going to hurt terribly, but that was necessary. It was important that she never ask her owner to treat her better; he would have been sure to realize the truth then. For this to work, kindness always had to be his own idea, while her ideas always had to mean additional cruelty.

That was why she’d asked him to stick his fingers down her throat after every kibble and piss meal so that she could throw it all up and enjoy a “warm and gooey second course”. Why she’d suggested that her cunt might squeeze him extra tight if he tried using one hand to choke her while pounding her cervix. Why she’d requested that he beat her for being a lazy bitch if Boone ever left her mouth with a trace of filth still remaining. And now, how could her husband doubt her proposal was sincere when she’d just begged him to nail her down and rape her ass? It would be a miserable experience in the moment, but she would reap the rewards for years.

Some of her cheer evaporated when the hammer came down and skewered the first nail through her breast. Her titmeat compressed, blood trickling out of the hole now in her. Lina howled in agony, but when Lyle gave her a questioning look, she forced a smile and said “Please Master, keep going!”

He did, giving the nail several more smacks to drive it all the way into the bench. It felt like a vise on her tits, a small but relentless one pressing down on the area that was already hurting the most. Every movement on Lina’s part sent jagged bolts of pain through her entire body, and she did her best to stay completely still, even holding her breath. Unfortunately, that attempt at composure vanished completely when he began repeating the process with her other breast. Soon she was openly sobbing, snot flowing from her nose as she bawled. Every hitched sob made her feel like she was being skewered again, which only made her cry harder in a vicious cycle.

Through the haze of tears, she saw Lyle bringing over the tattoo gun. “M-master…?” she asked questioningly, and then faked a giggle. “All this and a beautiful new tattoo? You spoil me, Master!”

“Only because you deserve it,” he said warmly, his thumb stroking the top of her breasts, between nail and nipple. It was one of the few patches of her body that still wasn’t marked with obscenities. “I’ve been debating for a long time what should go here. I knew I wanted it to be perfect, but it wasn’t until today that I knew what perfection looked like.”

Lina had been given far too many chances to get used to the pain of being tattooed, but getting one while nailed down was a new experience. The only reason she wasn’t shuddering in agony by the time he finished was her desperation to hold as still as possible and minimize the pain. “There!” he said proudly. “What do you think?”

The blonde looked down at the two words now indelibly written atop her breasts, where she would have to see them every time she looked at herself. DYKE WIFE. I hate you so much, you fucking… “You’re right, it’s perfect!”

“I have an idea in mind for how to give a fingerless fucktoy a wedding ring too,” he said with a wink that made her want to spit in his face. “But we can get to that another time. Right now, I’d much rather do this…”

It came as a total shock when she felt Lyle’s thumb slowly, gently, caress her clitoris. He’d never been gentle with her in any way before, and certainly not like this. Lina gasped and pushed against his touch, trying to endure the agony even that small movement induced. This might be her very last chance at an orgasm, and she pursued it, moaning as she focused on this unfamiliar thread of pleasure within her usual sea of pain. “I love you, Master,” she whispered. “I love you so much…”

“And I love you too, sweetheart,” he said. Then, before she could manage to finish, he pressed her stiff clitoris against the bench, and with a practiced motion, drove a thin nail straight through it.

Lina shrieked, all pleasure replaced by a lighting bolt of sheer agony. Her body shuddered and convulsed, making the agony that much more intense. It’s too much! I’m going to die like this!

But somehow, impossibly, she didn’t. She just kept hurting. You have to do this. You have to make that bastard believe it all. With an incredible effort of will, she forced an expression that could maybe charitably be called a smile, and gasped out “P-please… enjoy… my guts! Master…”

Despite everything, she couldn’t keep the terror off her face when she felt him take his usual two fisted grip on her ponytail. Husband or not, he wasn’t going to be gentle about this, not even a little. He was about to ride her as hard as he ever had, even though she was nailed down like this, even though the pain was already worse than any previous anal rape. Be a good wife. Be a good wife. Be a good wife.

Lyle yanked and thrust, his fat cock spearing her loosened asshole. Agony became Lina’s entire universe.

Ripping, tearing, thrusting, burning. The world lurching with every wrench of her ponytail. Spit bubbling from her lips as she mumbles “it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts” on an endless loop. Lyle chuckling as he murders her with his cock, driving into her organs. Blood stained breasts jiggling, her nipple rings scraping against the bench. Her clitoris on fire. She doesn’t remember where she is, or what happening to her. All she knows is that it hurts. It hurts. “It hurts.” It hurts. “It hurts.” It hurts. “It hurts.” It hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts. “Hurrrrrrrrts…”

And then, somehow, it gets worse.

Liquid fire boils into the bloody gaping maw that was once her asshole, and Lina shrieks. Hurtshurtshurtshurtshurtshurts. Words behind her. They make no sense. “I’ll admit, I’ve been wanting to shoot my cum in these guts since I first saw you.” Her husband. Her owner. He was supposed to keep her for years; why is he letting someone murder her like this? She tries to beg him for help, but all that comes out is the same words. HURTSHURTSHURTSHURTSHURTS.

An eternity later, the flow of liquid ceases, though what’s left inside her still burns fiercely. More words. “And here’s another new experience for you, love.” More liquid fire, thinner in consist but gushing faster, sharper. If the first was thick lava seeping into her, this is a hose of boiling water.

Lina came to her senses enough to finally realize that it was cum and piss filling her guts, though that knowledge made them burn no less. But that meant it was over. Her husband had finished raping her ass, and she’d been a good fucktoy wife for him. Already the flow of piss had gone down to a trickle, drops of acid sprinkling her flesh.

She was used to being fed the condom afterward, so what came next was unfamiliar. His soft member was growing longer inside her, thicker. “Nuh, nuh, nuh nuh…” she croaked. Not again. Not this soon.

“You have a game in mind?” Lyle asked.

A game! Her thoughts spun wildly, trying to remember them all and pick the right one. If she was wrong, it could ruin everything. Memory struck her, and she knew immediately that it was the right answer. “Puh, please let me clean yuhh, your cock, sir, I can’t wait to taste my shit…a warm and gentle tongue bath, till all that’s left is spit…” What a beautiful game, she thought distantly. No pain involved, no mutilation. Just a slow servicing of her owner. That’s the sort of life I deserve. That’s my happy ending…

Lyle must have agreed, because soon his filthy prick, already swollen back to full size, hung in front of her lips. The taste of blood, cum, shit, and piss on him was bitter, metallic, and slimy, but she lapped it off him like it was sweet cream. If it was up to her, they would have passed the entire day like that, but all too soon she was finished, and his spitshined cock was pointed at her asshole again. She prayed that all the liquids now coating her insides would make the second lovemaking a little easier.

The good news, as she discovered moments later, was that her piss soaked and jizz clogged guts were quite lubed up now. The bad news was that the slight relief was more than offset by the way he could fuck her even harder.

It hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts

“Please let me clean your cock, sir, I can’t wait to taste my shit! A warm and gentle tongue bath, till all that’s left is spit!”

“Well, we certainly won’t be hitting that five hour gutfuck record today,” Lyle chuckled as he lined his cock up with her distended anal ring. “But look on the bright side: I don’t have anywhere to be for at least the next forty eight, and I can’t imagine a better way than this to spend that time! Can you?”

“N- no, Master…”

It hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts

“Please let me clean your cock, sir, I can’t wait to taste my shit! A warm and gentle tongue bath, till all that’s left is spit!”

It hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts

“Please let me clean your cock, sir, I can’t wait to taste my shit! A warm and gentle tongue bath, till all that’s left is spit!”

It hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts

“Please let me clean your cock, sir, I can’t wait to taste my shit! A warm and gentle tongue bath, till all that’s left is spit!”

It hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts

“Please let me clean your cock, sir, I can’t wait to taste my shit! A warm and gentle tongue bath, till all that’s left is spit!”

It hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts

“Please let me clean your cock, sir, I can’t wait to taste my shit! A warm and gentle tongue bath, till all that’s left is spit!”

It hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts

“Please let me clean your cock, sir, I can’t wait to taste my shit! A warm and gentle tongue bath, till all that’s left is spit!”

It hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts

“Please let me clean your cock, sir, I can’t wait to taste my shit! A warm and gentle tongue bath, till all that’s left is spit!”

It hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts

“Please let me clean your cock, sir, I can’t wait to taste my shit! A warm and gentle tongue bath, till all that’s left is spit!”

It hurts it hurts it hurts it- “Freeze, scumbag!”

Lina was jolted out of her nearly catatonic trance of pain by a familiar voice, one she hadn’t heard in a lifetime. She weakly turned her head and there she was, at the other end of the warehouse … Teri.

“Hands in the air!” the redhead barked, pointing a handgun in Lyle’s direction. “Now!” Her gaze darted to Lina, and Teri’s eyes widened in horror. “Oh my god, Lina…” she breathed. “I’m… I’m so so sorry. The cops wouldn’t listen and there was so much fucking red tape, and, and God if I’d known it was like this I would’ve been here so much sooner, I swear.”

Lina did something she’d never would have thought possible when in this much pain: she started laughing. Genuine, happy peals of laughter. The sound was foreign to her ears, but it felt so right. She hadn’t been abandoned. She… she was going home. She was going to be a real person again, not Lyle’s dyke fucktoy.

Her head spun at the new possibilities opening up, ideas beyond even her wildest fantasies of being a good fucktoy wife. No more eating piss, shit, and dog kibble. No more gulping used condoms. No more chokefucks or cervix punches or gutfuckings. No more desperate titjobs or obscene tattoos or cigarettes or bondage. She might never even have to look at a man’s prick again, let alone reward him with a tongue bath for raping her.

And in place of all that… sleeping in a bed every night. A shower every morning. Prosthetics for her missing fingers. Real food and drink for every meal, eaten with utensils and plates at a table, not slurped out of dog bowls on the floor. Clothing. Walks outside. Friends. Entertainment. Breasts that didn’t hurt. A pussy that didn’t gape. An asshole that was never stuffed with dog cock. A bladder that wasn’t kept plugged with pipe cleaners. Hair that didn’t smell like shit. A throat that wasn’t sticky with cum, and a mouth that didn’t hold even the slightest trace of Lyle Maccabee’s dick. Her eyes watered at the sheer wonder and joy that a normal life offered.

The few remaining embers of her spirit, the ones she’d had to stamp down again and again to preserve her sanity, flared back to life. Spending the rest of her life as Lyle’s wife? Becoming his servile pain slut just for the tiniest concessions? No. Never. What had been her greatest dream a moment ago was back to being an ugly, pitiful nightmare. Fuck you, you rapist bastard. Fuck you forever.

“You goddamn shit stain,” she croaked. “You fucking… pathetic woman hating loser. You really thought I loved you? You thought anyone could ever love a… a squirming maggot like you?! Everything about you makes me sick! Just the thought of being touched by a sad, ugly, old man like you makes me want to puke! You could be a fucking saint and the greatest lover in the world and I would still want to puke every fucking time! And you never suspected a thing, did you? Did you, you stupid motherfucker?!”

“Let’s not do anything hasty,” Lyle said mildly, pulling his cock out from Lina’s guts. His jizz dripped down the shaft to patter to the floor as raised his hands and slowly walked towards Teri. “I don’t know what you think is going on, Miss, but I assure you, if you let me explain, I expect this will all turn out to be a hilarious misunderstanding.”

“SHOOT HIM, TERI!” Lina screamed. She’d once dreamed of killing him herself, slowly, but she didn’t care about that now. She just wanted the monster to be dead and the nightmare over. “JUST SHOOT HIM!”

“I’ll do it,” Teri warned. “Stay back and keep your hands in the air!”

“I’m too old to be shouting across the room at someone,” Lyle said, still walking with slow deliberation. “And I’m sure a young lady like yourself doesn’t want to murder a stranger in cold blood. Let’s be civilized, yes? We’ll have a nice talk, and work everything out.”

“SHOOT! HIM!” Lina begged.

And to her relief, Teri did, squaring her shoulders and pulling the trigger.

Nothing happened.

Teri pulled the trigger again, her eyes glancing nervously at the weapon. Still nothing. “I…” she said uncertainly. “I don’t know what’s…” The redhead began awkwardly fumbling with it. “I’ve never actually, I just… I just need a second…” She glanced up at Lyle, who was still drawing closer. “Stay back!” she demanded, voice trembling.

“Just… just run!” Lina pleaded, heart pounding in her ears. This couldn’t happen, not like this. “Just run and get help! 911! Call 911!”

To her horror, her friend didn’t listen, still turning the gun over in her hands, trying to work out what was wrong. Lyle had already closed half the distance, and Lina could see what was going to happen next with sick certainty. He was going to overpower her, and then maybe he’d kill her, or rape her, it didn’t matter which. Either way, he was going to win, again, like he always did, and Lina would lose.

No. No, not this time. Not when she was so close to her freedom. She couldn’t just watch it all slip away, she had to do something.

Moving was out of the question, not nailed down as she was. Lina glanced around the warehouse, looking for anything that might help. “Georgia!” she screamed desperately. “Georgia, help me!”

The brunette was still kneeling in the corner, watching the entire exchange with wide eyes. She started at her name and looked over, then shook her head violently, face pale. It was the shears all over again, except this time Georgia wasn’t just taking away her fingers, she was taking away everything. It wasn’t fair! Lina was only here because of her, she’d done all this for her, and now, again, Georgia was refusing to help.

All of her pent up resentment swelled to a boiling point, and the dark thoughts she’d been holding back spilled out. “YOU…YOU FUCKING BITCH!” Lina screamed. “FUCKING COWARD! DON’T YOU UNDERSTAND?! WE CAN LEAVE! I DID ALL THIS FOR YOU, YOU UNGRATEFUL CUNT, AND YOU WON’T EVEN DO THIS?! TERI AND I ARE THE ONLY ONES WHO HAVE EVER EVEN CARED ABOUT YOU, YOU FAT PIECE OF SHIT! I WISH I’D FUCKING LET YOU ROT HERE! YOU DESERVE TO BE HIS GODDAMN DYKE FUCKTOY, NOT ME!!”

Her limbs shaking with rage and adrenaline, Lina pressed what was left of her hands against the top of the bench. This was going to hurt, but she’d take a few minutes of agony over a lifetime of it. Gritting her teeth, she pushed, muscles straining. At first, nothing happened except more pain, but then she felt it: the nails beginning to shift. She pushed even harder, forcing the atrophied muscles to work harder than they ever had. Lina felt things tearing inside of her, but she kept on, willing to sacrifice whatever it took to pull the nails out of the wood.

And after a few seconds that lasted a thousand years, it worked. Both nails came free, and her upper body rose off of the bench. Halfway there.

Even if she could have found the right angle to do the same with her clitoris, her arms were spent, perhaps permanently, flopping uselessly to her sides like wet noodles. She had only one option left, and no time to think about the consequences. Lyle was nearly within arms reach of Teri. There were only seconds left. Pain now, or dyke fucktoy forever.

Feet on the ground. Stand up, Lina. You can do this. It’s only pain. All you have to do is stand up.

The agony as her legs forced the nail to rip through her clitoris was on another level from anything she’d ever experienced. Her most sensitive flesh was stretched to its breaking point and then beyond, the metal chewing through it as it dug a ragged path. There was a sick tearing sensation as it finally came free, leaving her clit literally ripped in half, permanently mutilated.

But then it was done. And she was standing. And she could finally fight back.

“I made you… a promise, motherfucker,” she snarled as she finished struggling to her feet. Her head swam, blood rushing at the now unfamiliar elevation, but she blocked it out. To her delight, Lyle was gaping at her in astonishment, without a trace of his usual smugness. Even Teri was staring open mouthed at her, gun forgotten in her hands. “I’m gonna rip… that fucking prick off… and feed it to you!”

Lina stood before Lyle as his worst nightmare: a fair fucking match. A woman ready to face him head on and fight him. Despite everything that had happened to her, all the rape and torture and starvation and exhaustion, the blonde had never felt stronger or more alive than in that moment, facing down the man she had waited three years to get her revenge on.

I can feel tired and hurt later. All I need is this moment, this one moment to tear this fucking monster apart. I don’t even care if I lose and die trying. Either way, Lyle Maccabee would never rape her again. Never.

She stepped forward, an avenging angel, ready to get justice not just for herself but every woman who’d ever suffered under Lyle’s thumb. She could feel their spirits with her, pushing her on, making her invincible. One step.

And then her legs gave out.

Lina fell to her knees, confused. Why, why wouldn’t they support her weight? She willed them to move, to overcome their weakness, but her muscles didn’t care about her righteous fury. They’d gone unused too long, denied the rest and recovery they needed, and now had been pushed too far. Her adrenaline had driven them to manage one final miraculous step, and that was their limit.

Like a line of dominos, the rest of her followed suit, shutting down or going haywire as her body found itself broken and out of fuel. Her digestive system reacted first, bile rising up as it tried to purge itself for the first time in days. Lina puked violently, spewing all the cum, blood, shit and piss she’d spent much of the day eating off Lyle’s cock. On the other end, her bowels did much the same, evacuating a river of the same bodily fluids to join her vomit in a sprawling puddle.

It was that pool of liquid filth that Lina landed in face first as she collapsed in a heap, none of her limbs still capable of anything more than weak, directionless twitching. She gurgled as sludge clogged her mouth and nose, and only barely managed to flop her head to the side and avoid drowning in her own puke and shit.

Someone was laughing, the kind of wheezy laughter that comes when you’re laughing too hard to breathe and can’t make yourself stop. Lina blinked away filth from her eyes to see Teri doubled over, clutching her sides as she nearly howled in glee.

“Did… did you tell… her to do that?” the redhead gasped out.

“No, that… that was all her, I promise,” Lyle said calmly, though he wore a wide grin that suggested he also found the situation hilarious.

“First… and then,.. then she…” Teri used one hand to mime Lina falling over. “Sploosh!” Her laughter intensified.

“Wha…?” Lina mumbled, completely dumbfounded by what she was seeing. Why were the two of them just standing together like that? That made no sense. “Yuhh… have… to ruhhn…”

“See?” Teri wheezed, finally starting to get her laughing fit under control. “I… I told you… this would be a fun prank… but even I… oh fuck me, that was the funniest thing I’ve ever seen… Sploosh!” She wiped tears from her eyes. “God, she’s never been the brightest bulb, but… did you pickle her brain in cum or something, Dad?”

Dad. The word struck Lina like a physical blow, leaving her head spinning. She stared at the two of them, at the family resemblance that was now obvious. “No…” she whispered hopelessly as she felt tendrils of black, icy dread wrap around her heart and squeeze. “No, you’re not…”

Teri grinned at her. “You can do this, Lina, work that cum soaked brain. He’s my dad, which means I’m his… think about it…”

“You can’t… can’t be his… his daughter…”

Teri clapped her hands. “You finally got there! And yes, Lina, I can. You see, when a daddy and his fucktoy love each other verrrrrry much, and the daddy hasn’t figured out yet that he should really get a vasectomy if he’s gonna be hosing down cunts 24/7, the stork comes to visit with a little bundle!”

“Cheri,” Lyle said fondly, savoring the name. “My first. At the time, putting a baby into my dyke pets seemed like half the fun. And I certainly enjoyed playing with her big belly and milky tits as the pregnancy advanced. But after the big day arrived, my cock plugging her throat while Teri stretched out her twat… I’d been planning to just toss the brat in a dumpster or something and leave its future to chance, but paternal instincts are a mysterious thing.”

“And imagine his surprise when he eventually learned that I, too, was one of the sinful dykes,” Teri said sweetly.

“I don’t have anything against the LGBTQ community,” her father protested mildly. “They’re just more fun to rape.”

“Please…” Lina said desperately. “He’s… he’s killing me. If you just… just tell him to let me go, I won’t say a word, I promise! W-we’re friends, right?”

Teri cocked her head to the side. “Of course! You’re my best friends! Sure, in the very beginning, I only started hanging out with both of you to see if you’d make good pets for Dad. Always gotta be thinking ahead to Christmas, you know? But it turned out you were both way too much fun to have around.”

“So you’ll…?” Lina asked hopefully.

“You know, it’s kinda cute to see you like this,” Teri said cheerfully. “Don’t get me wrong, you need a bath like really really bad, but pathetic whimpering is a good look on you! No, Lina, you’re going to stay right here and be Dad’s fucktoy. I know it’s a tough job sometimes, but don’t be selfish! We went over this, remember? You’re here so someone else isn’t, accomplished life and all that. I never would have helped send you here if you hadn’t convinced me that you thought it was a good trade.”

“But I… I didn’t think…” But Teri was already looking past her.

“Georgia! Oh Georgia! Here girl!” she said, as though calling to a dog, and patted her knee. The brunette glanced at Lyle, who nodded his head in approval, and then began shuffling closer on all fours. “That’s it, crawl right over. I’m not gonna hurt you, I promise…”

When Georgia was close enough, Teri cooed and stroked her hair. “There’s a good girl! I actually wanted to come here and say sorry to you today. You see, it’s all my fault you’re here. I was feeling lonely… you two were spending all your time together, and the three of us hadn’t hung out in months, remember? And then Lina finally returned one of my calls just so she could brag about her anniversary plans, plans that didn’t include me at all. So I got shitfaced drunk, and then I called Dad and said some stupid stuff that I didn’t really mean…

“I didn’t even remember making the call after I woke up. It was only after I heard the news that the memories started coming back. I called Dad immediately to tell him I’d made a mistake, but it was too late. You’d already seen his face, and if you’d suddenly come back people would have started asking all sorts of questions about what made you special. They would’ve put everyone in your life under a microscope, me included. I just couldn’t risk it.”

“I… I understand,” Georgia said weakly.

“I know, I know,” said Teri wryly. “I fucked up, and I own that. I don’t expect you to forgive me overnight, but! I also have some really great news! And it’s actually thanks to Lina there.” She gestured vaguely at the twitching, dirty blonde. “I knew her plan to rescue you was never going to work the way she thought it did, but that didn’t mean it couldn’t work at all. Now that Dad has her to play with, he doesn’t need you, right? Which means that I can bring you home with me! Hell, I would’ve been here on day one, but I wanted to give you and Lina some time together. And Dad hasn’t mistreated you since then, right? I made him promise not to.”

“Yes, Master has… has been very good to his fucktoy,” Georgia said nervously.

“Dad?” Teri said sharply, giving Lyle a look.

“I’m not running a five star hotel here,” he said stiffly. “But I’ve done everything you wanted: sleep, bathroom privileges, nutritious foods. And no sex or games, of course.”

Teri looked back at Georgia, who nodded. “Okay. Anything like this happens again, we’re gonna talk details first, but it’s not important right now.” She squatted down to bring herself to eye level with the brunette. “You do want to come home with me, right? I know you kinda don’t have a choice, but I still want to ask.”

“I… if that’s what Master wants…” Georgia said uncertainly, eyeing Lyle.

Teri sighed good naturedly. “Right, Dad’s a bit of a meanie, but I’m not like him, honest! It’s true that I’ll have to keep you locked up for everyone’s sake, and I do intend to happily take full advantage of having such a sweet pet around, but it’s not gonna be like…” She spread her arms. “Like this. I’ll feed you by hand - normal people food, not the gross stuff Dad likes to feed his pet. We’ll bathe together every morning, and make sure we’re both squeaky clean inside and out. You’ll pass the days between my legs lapping up my pussy cream, or showing me how good you can wield a strap on. I’ll make sure you get to cum plenty too; I may be the Mistress, but I love giving a pet treats.

“I won’t expect you to please me from dusk to dawn, either. I can’t let you go outside, but you’ve always been an introvert anyway, and there will be plenty of books and shows and video games to fill your free time. You can even spend time on the internet again, as long as I’m the one driving. And then at night, we’ll sleep in the same bed. I’ll have to tie you up just in case, but I don’t think you’ll mind getting wrapped up like a little present, maybe with a vibrator if I want to make my good girl squirm a little, and then being spooned until we fall asleep.”

Teri silently counted off on her fingers. “And… I think that’s it! No torture, no weird games or yucky food, I’m not into water sports or scat or creepy dog stuff like that weird old man… just some light bondage and lots of steamy lesbian sex.” She grinned. “Bottom line is, I’m probably a sociopath or whatever, but I’m not a sadist. I don’t see any reason we can’t both love every minute of this. So what do you think?’

“Yes, please, M- Mistress,” Georgia said, her eyes shining with genuine eagerness. “I’d love to be your pet!”

“No!” Lina shouted… or at least tried to shout. It came out as more of a hoarse croak, but she pressed on. “No, that’s… that’s not fair!”

Teri looked at Lina quizzically while she buckled a soft pink collar with a leash around Georgia’s throat. “It’s not?” she asked with honest confusion. “I know I couldn’t tell you the actual plan before because, you know, obviously, but I really thought you’d be happy too. The whole point was to save Georgia, and hey, she’s looking pretty saved. I promise, I do intend to treat her well. I love the both of you, as much as someone like me is capable of. This does leave you stuck in a pretty crappy situation, but again, you made it super clear that you’d be fine with sacrificing yourself for her.” She gave Lina a thumbs up. “Mission accomplished! Happy ending!”

That might have been true a lifetime ago, but not anymore. “I’d be a much better pet than her!” Lina tried. “I’ll make you cum like you wouldn’t believe, and I’m not some, some used up toy like she is! Just look at her!”

Teri clucked her tongue. “You’re right, she is all skin and bones. We’ll have to do something about that.” She scratched Georgia under the chin. “Let’s order in when we get home, yeah? Your choice! There’s a great pizza place that opened last year, and this little Chinese hole in the wall that has the most amazing soup dumplings, oh my god. We’ll take a bath, eat our food, and then just snuggle up on the couch for a while, maybe get a little handsy while we watch TV. Sound good?”

It sounded like heaven to Lina. ‘It should be me!” she whined. “I deserve that, not her! I’m… I’m the one who’s been fighting back the entire time, who never gave up! I’m the one who was the hero!” Couldn’t Teri see that? Couldn’t she see that it wasn’t fair for Lina to end up like this after she’d come here so selflessly? “I did the right thing! I can’t do the right thing and still end up stuck here forever!”

The redhead sighed. “Fiiiiine,” she said slowly. “I can’t make any promises, but when Dad gets bored with you, I’ll see what I can do. So you know, just chin up for the next…” She looked at her father. “Year? Two years?”

“Actually, she proposed to me earlier today,” Lyle replied. “Begged to become my dyke fucktoy wife for the rest of her life.”

“Uh… huh.” Teri turned back to Lina, her eyes flicking briefly to DYKE WIFE across her breasts, and shrugged. “Sucks to be you then, and also congrats, I guess. Anyway, bye Dad! Bye Stepmommy fucktoy or whatever!” She picked up Georgia’s leash. “It’s just a short walk to the car, okay? Take your time, don’t push yourself. Oh, shit, don’t let me forget, I picked up a gallon of that weird ice cream you love…” Still talking, she led the brunette away.

And then it was just Lina and Lyle.

Terror filled the blonde as she watched her owner approach. “I, I, I didn’t mean any of what I said back there, Master! I… I really do love you, I swear! Your dyke fucktoy was, uh, she was just joking! Just a funny joke from a silly stupid dyke!”

“Now now, don’t worry about any of that,” Lyle said as he scooped her up into his arms and carried her back to the bench. “I told you before, you’re my favorite. You’re cute when you’re whimpering, adorable when you’re blustering, and irresistible when you’re crying. I love all those sides of you, even the ones that make you call me a squirming maggot. Especially those ones, really.”

“So, you… you’re not mad, Master?”

“Why would I be?” he asked, and then chuckled. “Did you think I really believed your behavior these last few days? It was a fantastic game you came up with, forcing yourself to treat me like a lover even when I did things like piss down your throat or see how much of my arm I could stuff in your guts. You even suggested new ways to make you suffer, and gave me wonderful presents like that throatfuck earlier. I hope you’ll come up with a song for it next time, but I’m happy to play your lovers game any time you like. Now, let’s get that clitoris looked at.”

She shuddered as he prodded her torn bud for a minute. “I’ve seen worse. I’ll stitch it up later, should be right as rain. And after all that stretching, there’s plenty of surface area for a fresh nail. Better make it two, just in case.”

Another nail in her clitoris? Two nails at the same time?

“Master, I, I think I changed my mind. About this game. I, y-your fucktoy wife is happy to enjoy you without worrying about nails. I, I can’t wait to have you back in my guts!”

He wasn’t listening.

A few minutes later. Lina wept as Lyle finished hammering the last nail into her tits. Like her clit, he’d opted to double up this time, leaving her now pinned by six nails. She didn’t hurt twice as much as with the first set; thanks to the gory exit wounds that had been left behind, plus the rubbing alcohol her owner had doused them with, she was in at least three times as much pain.

“Now, back to that warm dyke shithole of yours,” Lyle said happily. “And this time with no interruptions!”

Lina’s breath caught when she saw him retrieve the box of condoms. “M-master, I thought we… we were celebrating…”

“We were,” he said, rolling on the condom. “And we did. Now it’s back to business as usual.” He saw her expression and chuckled. “Maybe if you’re good, we’ll do it again next year, make rawdogging a wedding anniversary tradition. But for now, I have a good feeling. I think this is the buttfuck that cracks 5 hours. And if not, we’ve got all weekend to keep trying.’

The universe of possibilities closed in around Lina. No rescue. No normal life. No husband master who sometimes showed mercy. Just this. The only meal she would ever know was piss and kibble in a dog bowl. Her only clothes would be the same torn and stained black leggings. She would never sleep anywhere but a steel drum. She would never know a bath, or a shower, or use a bathroom that wasn’t a bucket to be licked clean after.

Her stomach would always be full of smiling used condoms. Her breasts would always hurt. Her pussy and ass would always gape. Her throat would always be sticky with cum, and her mouth always contain the taste of her owner’s dick.

And the only waking moments of her life that weren’t spent being chokefucked by Lyle Maccabee, cervix punched by Lyle Maccabee, or gutfucked by Lyle Maccabee, would come when she convinced him that there were ways to torment her that he would enjoy even more first. Not instead of raping her- she would never, ever, ever in her life be able to persuade Lyle Maccabee not to rape her, let alone stop him - just first. As an appetizer before the main course.

All day, every day, for the rest of her life.

“My, my titties need some love, sir,” Lina whined as Lyle circled around her. This was now the most important task of her life: buying as much time as possible before her owner fucked her guts for five hours straight while she was nailed down by her tits and clit. Success wouldn’t mean much. Practically nothing at all. But it was all she had left. “Please beat them black and blue! I want to see my fun bags bounce, I hope that you do too!”

“If it makes you feel better,” Lyle said, ignoring her song completely, “I believe you really can think of yourself as an unsung hero, in a way. The old boogeyman of Lyle Maccabee is now gone thanks to you. No more college students plucked from their dorms at night, no more hapless joggers snatched off the road. Every torment and cum load that would’ve been meant for them will now only ever belong to you.”

It didn’t make her feel better. Not even slightly. Lina would eagerly give Lyle a hundred other women, her wife included, if it would mean sparing herself a single hour of her new existence.

His left hand grips her ponytail. “Please feed me cigarettes, sir, they’re such a spicy treat!” she blubbered. “A, a sizzle for my tongue and then a yummy butt to eat!”

His right hand joins his left. “Muhh, my tits need you real bad, sir, please let them hug your hog! My f-fat pillows will stroke and, and squeeze, while I lap you like a dog!”

His cock kisses her anal ring. “Please please please tattoo your dyke, sir, t-to make sure we don’t forget! That I'm nuhh not a real person, I’m just your dumb dyke pet!”

He stops moving. “Thank you, Master…” she moaned. “Thank you thank you thank you…”

“Maybe tomorrow,” Lyle decided. “Today there’s nothing in the world I’d rather be doing than this…”

In five hours and eight minutes, he’d be celebrating his wife’s new record while feeding her a smiling used condom soaked in cum, piss, and shit, already eager to start trying to shatter this one too.

In a day, he’d be tattooing THE BIGGEST WEDDING RING IN THE WORLD, an arrow pointing to her swollen and gaping anal ring, just below 5 HOURS 32 MINUTES.

In five weeks, he’d be using the flogger to generously obey his wife’s heartfelt request to add fresh bruises to her already zip tied and pincushioned fun bags, while listening to her weep and beg to know why he couldn’t ever be just a little gentle, just a little less cruel to her after all this time. He’d answer her question by demonstrating how much he enjoyed suspending her by her titties and fucking her senseless.

In four months, he’d be writing a note to his daughter thanking her for the wedding photos of her private and unofficial marriage to Georgia, who seemed to be recovering quite nicely and had already regained her smile, and telling her about his own marital bliss.

In a year, he’d be beginning the morning of his anniversary by opening his wife’s drum and showing her his handful of nails to reveal his plans for the occasion, then nearly laugh himself to death when terror drives her to piss herself so hard that the pipe cleaner pops out.

In three, he’d be at the pet shelter, filling out the paperwork to bring a large, eager Rottweiler home. Boone II would soon learn the joy of mating one of his human bitch’s lower fuckholes while his owner mates her throat, and vice versa. Before long, his wife is spending nearly as many waking hours with furry dog cock in her as she does silicone, and a neverending trickle of puppy juice runs from her cunt.

In seven, he’d be telling his wife that marrying her had been the best decision of his life, and the way she’d whimper and beg him to kill her would drive him to slam into her cervix one last time and start filling the condom near to bursting.

In twenty, he’d be making a mental checklist of the items they were running low on that he should pick up next time he was out (kibble, hair ties, pipe cleaners, cigarettes, and condoms, always condoms) while assuring his wife yet again that he had no interest in anyone younger and prettier, especially not his own freshman granddaughter (conceived through artificial insemination and raised by her two happy mothers). He’d eventually silence her protests by shoving his cock down her throat, her familiar expression of hopeless misery as she passes out still one of his favorite sights in the world.

But before all that, in the present came a moment that would repeat tens of thousands of times over the coming decades: Lyle Maccabee tugged on the blonde ponytail of his wife and favorite dyke fucktoy, thrust himself balls deep into the defenseless hole of his choice, and began to happily rape her while she sobbed.