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That was about five months ago, you aren't entirely sure but you know it must have been a long time since you've started getting used to the taste of the dog food that the boys bring you every few days. They've been calling you Superslut and ensuring that you live up to your new name. Every night they bring people down and let them have their way with you for a price. The boy who pinched your nose shut has a fetish for oxygen deprivation, one night he brought a noose with him and choked you with it; you thought that they were finally going to kill you then but the boys liked their new toy too much to do that. Eventually they started bringing girls as well. At first you refused to eat them out but one night the boys brought a knife with them and threatened to fuck you with it if you didn't start eating out girls. Most of the time it doesn't taste as bad as the dog food. | That was about five months ago, you aren't entirely sure but you know it must have been a long time since you've started getting used to the taste of the dog food that the boys bring you every few days. They've been calling you Superslut and ensuring that you live up to your new name. Every night they bring people down and let them have their way with you for a price. The boy who pinched your nose shut has a fetish for oxygen deprivation, one night he brought a noose with him and choked you with it; you thought that they were finally going to kill you then but the boys liked their new toy too much to do that. Eventually they started bringing girls as well. At first you refused to eat them out but one night the boys brought a knife with them and threatened to fuck you with it if you didn't start eating out girls. Most of the time it doesn't taste as bad as the dog food. | ||
Revision as of 10:49, 30 May 2015
Status: Pet
That was about five months ago, you aren't entirely sure but you know it must have been a long time since you've started getting used to the taste of the dog food that the boys bring you every few days. They've been calling you Superslut and ensuring that you live up to your new name. Every night they bring people down and let them have their way with you for a price. The boy who pinched your nose shut has a fetish for oxygen deprivation, one night he brought a noose with him and choked you with it; you thought that they were finally going to kill you then but the boys liked their new toy too much to do that. Eventually they started bringing girls as well. At first you refused to eat them out but one night the boys brought a knife with them and threatened to fuck you with it if you didn't start eating out girls. Most of the time it doesn't taste as bad as the dog food.
One night the two boys who first captured you, your 'owners,' entered the basement followed by half a dozen police officers, including the chief of police. You think that you've finally been saved . . . until the officers each give the boys a twenty dollar bill and unzip their pants. You sigh through your ring gag. It's going to be a long night.
The End
