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Fair warning, some of the dirty talk gets triggering, and the whole thing very much falls into the 'edgeplay' category.", "writing": "Collared Chapter 29: Session\nBy TerraMGP\n\n\tThe dungeon. Gretchen still didn’t quite know what the club was called. She hadn’t asked. In truth it felt wrong to do so now. It was a grungy and dark place filled with brick-clad rooms and wooden floors. The semi-unfinished and industrial look of it was probably by design. It made the whole thing look like a set from a hardcore BDSM porno.\n\n\tShe’d never been in one of the rooms, though. The rooms where her Master would don his ‘Justine’ guise and service clients. The rooms where couples, throuples, and other permutations would come in order to act out the sick and twisted fantasies they lacked the space or resources to at home.\n\n\tThe unfamiliar space did little to calm her nerves, and she loved it. The innate fear and discomfort of being in such a place sat like a stone in her stomach. She’d knelt in a ‘bracelets’ position, ever so slightly modified to his tastes. It left her body exposed. Days-old magic marker writing joined by some fresh additions. Things like ‘Punching Bag’ written on her left breast and a set of feral dog paw prints above her pelvis. Some lewd kanji she didn’t understand rested over her right one. Other scattered things like ‘grab here’ with an arrow pointing up to her neck or ‘make me cry’ on her stomach. Probably worse besides all of that. The first batch of things she’d written on herself were bad enough, but her Master had added more before they came out and refused to show her what they were. Not until they got home.\n\n\tHe’d let her wear her overly large Ahegao shirt when they came in, but nothing else. She was led in by a leash with her arms clasped firmly behind her back. Almost nobody saw. A couple of people she didn’t recognize and would likely never see again along with Master’s boss and co-workers. It was doubtful anyone cared. It was still shameful though. Still so very hot.\n\n\tShe was now knelt in the middle of the floor in a private dungeon room. Her Mater simply stood there, now stripped fully bare and looking over some of the objects on offer while humming to himself. He was usually so happy and goofy. This behavior was a stark contrast. It was tempting to call it the ‘real’ him, though her Mistress had told Gretchen that it was all the ‘real’ him. This was just the sadist. The part only they really got to see.\n\n\tHe didn’t say a word. His movements were slow and casual to the point of being cruel. Justin did make sure his pet could feel his eyes on her. Looking up and down slowly and deliberately. Scanning every one of the features Gretchen hated so much about herself. He didn’t say anything. He didn’t have to. She could hear his voice echo every judgment and the potent mix of shame along side her need was almost too much to take.\n\n\tWhen he finally stopped the mole girl was graced with the feeling of his warm, thick otter dick flopped down over her muzzle. His balls, tinged with an unwashed musk, hung right in front of her face while the shaft itself throbbed in place as it lay there against her. There had been no real effort on his part to get her into that position. It would have been goofy for him to try. However, in Gretchen’s addled and needy brain she could swear that he had placed his shaft intentionally over the part of her muzzle she’d always rub when she got overly nervous. It was to her as if he’d decided to violate that innocent little reflex he always called cute and reduce yet another thing about her to nothing more than a way to gain his own sexual gratification.\n\n\tGretchen stayed still for the longest time. She wallowed in the shame while drawing in ragged, whimpery, huffy little breaths. Eventually it got to be too much and she began to carefully open her muzzle and pushed her tongue out slowly.\n\n\t“No” Her master’s voice was so firm that it nearly knocked her over. The tongue slipped back into her mouth and she shut her eyes tight. Her body contorted and she wasn’t even able to muster a chirped ‘sorry’.\n\n\t“Just sniff, you little slut.” He continued “Just focus on me. Focus on my scent. It’s more than enough for some four eyed freak like you. A good girl should at least know how to worship. She should at least know what it means to be a hopeless little addict.”\n\n\tGarnet-brown eyes slipped shut and Gretchen drew a heady, heavy whiff once more. Smelling things was often hard for her. She never really had paid much attention to it. Now she was suddenly wallowing in a salty, bitter, slightly metallic musk. Her chest heaved in. The smell both repulsed and enticed her. She felt those full balls on the tip of her nose. She wanted to worship them. To kiss and caress them. Instead the loser was being denied even that. She was just supposed to stay needy and wanting while something as simple as her owner’s smell ran rampant though her pervert brain.\n\n\t“We’re going to get you addicted, you now.” Justin cooed “I donno if you were a little boxer thief before. Maybe even just a panty thief. But I think it might be cute to train my practice toy so she can’t get off without my scent anymore. Or just nasty scent. See you walking in with your nose buried in my laundry basket would probably be good for a laugh. And a few pictures to send Hui.” He pushed forwards and made her slump back until both of her hands jutted down to brace her. Her Master began gliding his thick pink shaft up and down over her nose tip. He rolled it in long lines and growled loudly each time. She was doing her best to huff in the scent as was expected but by this point poor Gretchen wasn’t even able to keep her mouth shut. She wanted to worship him so badly. She wanted to make him feel good even if she was no better than a sock with some lube in it.\n\n\tAs if on cue, the tip of Justin’s shaft pushed up against her lips. Before she knew it Gretchen felt his cock ramming down into her throat. She gagged, choked, whined. Suddenly she wasn’t able to breathe. Her Master’s paw pulled her in past what she thought was possible and held her in place. His other hand pushed on a point along her muzzle. As he did, it became clear that she wasn’t really able to throw up. No, all the poor trapped slave girl could do was gag and choke. \n\n\tThe sadistic young man kept her there for a long while. He murred and moaned while bucking his hips into her. Gretchen occasionally got a breath when his thrusts grew deeper and longer. Instinct kicked in and she reached out with both hands to try and push herself away. Her Master’s hand was the only thing keeping her up at that point and it was more than able to keep her in place while he made the face fucking grow worse and worse.\n\n\t“You think you want to be ruined? You think I’m just here to hammer your stupid little masochist fantasies? Do you think this is a game you stupid set of holes?” Each word was snarled with increasing aggression. He was using her. ‘Really’ using her. Thick, warm, somewhat bitter cum flooded her throat without warning. A weeks worth at least blasted its way deep into her stomach and continued to spurt while he let her fall. Coating her mouth, her face, her bared chest. Adding much needed decoration to the body writing on her exposed body.\n\n\tThe world became little more than a frantic mix of panting and gasping while Gretchen’s body struggled new fresh air into her lungs. The cruel otter boy gazed down at her though the fluttering Link-like locks of blonde hair while he paced around her. Each footpaw felt like it was hammering into the wooden floor under them. Or maybe that was just her body’s utter innervation.\n\n\tShe knew what he was doing. At least on some level. Making sure she was ok. Checking her health, but with all the candor of a man checking a slave on the auction block.\n\n\tFinally he crouched down. He gripped her face again and guided the frizzy haired jizzrag up to her knees once more. Gretchen felt her hands quiver while they returned to their proper spot behind her. She pushed her chest out to ensure the cum-obscured words could be read. \n\n\t“I think we need to clear one thing up, my pet. If you are going to be stuck with me and my little fuck puppet for the rest of your miserable little life. I want you to listen, now. Listen very closely, very carefully. Are you listening, toy?” Justin’s words now oozed cold glee while his rudder tail thumped heavy and hard on the floor.\n\n\t“I’m… I’m listening, Sir.” Gretchen was barely able to do more than mouth the words.\n\n\t“You. Are. A. Rape. Doll.”\n\n\tIf Justin was sparing any strength he wasn’t showing it. His fingers curled tightly into the knots in the poor girls hair. He seemed to make a point of shifting his grip or the direction of the pressure any time Gretchen managed to get comfortable. \n\n\t“Yes sir” Gretchen murmured, her voice barely a whisper. That little whine met with a sharp backhand.\n\n\t“Say it. Come on you dumb cunt. Say it back so I know you understand.”\n\n\t“I am a rape doll!” Tears already streaming down Gretchen’s cheeks as she blurted the words.\n\n\t“Again.” Justin snapped.\n\n\t“I am a rape doll!” No sooner had Gretchen uttered the words than she was smacked. She said them again. And again. Each time her voice devolved more from haughty moans to terrified little sobs. Her chest heaved and roiled in thick gasps of air and each breath was more pained and frantic thanks to her congestion. When the slaps finally stopped Justin let go of her hair and instead grabbed her by the neck, looking down into her eyes with wild, sadistic glee.\n\n\t“Those aren’t just words. You understand? I own you. I own this body. Hui is my toy. That makes you mine. Some little piece of garbage accessory to keep around until you get too worn out and ugly.” As he spoke, Justin’s paw tightened. Along with it his foot was soon hovering over her vulnerable mound. It pushed down slowly. Applying an agonizingly small bit of pressure in the meantime. “You are nothing. You are worthless. Useless. Disposable. Just junk cluttering up my home because I’m too lazy to get rid of you. I don’t give a fuck if you enjoy what I do to you, dirt girl. In fact” \n\n\tHis crooked grin grew. Justin’s thumb finding just the right spot on her neck. He watched her as she swayed a bit. Those undisciplined paws shot out from behind her back and wrapped around his wrist. “You’re so much cuter when you don’t like it. Those pretty little tears of yours, dolly. That’s the one thing of value you have. Not your fat ass, not your chubby little cunny. Not those mismatched tits. It’s your screaming. And your crying. It’s seeing you feel genuinely miserable. It’s knowing you’ll worship me like your prince anyways. Isn’t that right, you sopping little fuck plushie?”\n\n\tShe slumped. Tears streaming down her brown-grey fur. She nodded ever so slightly. Every once in a while his thumb seemed to ‘slip’ and she got a fresh breath. Just enough to keep her aware. Enough to keep her lucid. Her head was so heavy though, swimming in real terror for the first time. She really did hate this. She also longed for it. Each moment under his thrall was like the worst, most exquisitely addictive drug. She felt herself hovering at the edge of a Barkerian nightmare. Hoping like hell to wake up, yet even more yearning for it to get worse.\n\n\tHis words continued to echo in her head. She was sure she mouthed something though for the life of her she had no idea what it was. It wasn’t the safe word. Or if it was he ignored it. Even that prospect thrilled and horrified the little rape puppet. Though she wasn’t really lucid enough to even think that though.\n\n\tAt some point her Master tossed her down. It wasn’t hard enough to make her hit her head on the ground. She was still groggy though and it showed with the effort it took her to keep her arms locked and keep her upper body in place. She was twisted awkwardly now, her chubby form contorted like some comic book pinup. Justin’s foot began to grind its way down into her already leaking folds. It was just enough pressure to keep her stuck in the horrible position. Enough that he was once again showing his utter control of the situation. She was helpless, and he wanted her to know it. To ‘really’ know it.\n\n\t“This, this right here, belongs to me, slut.” The paw pad of his foot was removed, a moment later she felt a sharp pain. He had kicked her square in her folds. An agony she’d never experienced before. Something that caused poor Gretchen to moan and twitch as she curled into the floor in e fetal position. “On your stomach, slave.” Justin huffed “I didn’t say you could rest.\n\n\tOnce again Gretchen considered yelping out the safe word. She also considered jamming her little digger claws into her agonized snatch and riding the paingasm until she passed out. She didn’t dare do either. It was not her body to play with, and she could not bare the thought of giving this all up.\n\n\tOnce she was laying there he pushed his foot up against her nose. Part of it was still coated with a slick bit of her own girlhood. He slowly, carefully ground that mess into her nose. It filled her with the stink of her own shame and lust. She had already been preparing when he uttered the word. ‘Worship’. Her tongue lulled out and her maw opened. Gretchen awkwardly traced the stubby pink muscle from the arch up to the toe. She wasn’t into feet. She knew he wasn’t either. It was her lack of desire that was the point, though. Even she knew that. It alone was enough to send shivers down her spine.\n\n\t“There are going to be some changes, training that little rape hole of yours.” Justin’s voice was matter of fact and cold. He showed no signs that he was taking pleasure from her attention. She offered him needy worship and he simply stood there with his hands on his hips as if they were seeking out his pockets. Only the thick throbbing shaft between his legs broke the image of detached casualness. “That cunt, for example. That’s mine.”\n\n\t“Y-yes Master.” Gretchen began to agree only to feel the foot pushed into her muzzle\n\n\t“This isn’t a discussion, toy.” He snapped “It fucks who I want and what I want, when I want. If I decide I’m sick of it and I want to sew it up, dolly doesn’t get a say in the matter. She then accepts that her sex life is nothing but painal and sucking off loser boys at the comic shop for rare cards. Right?”\n\n\tPoor Gretchen so desperately wished to beg and plead. Be it for his mercy or for him to just do so, she wasn’t sure. Considering how often she touched herself the mere idea was horrifying. So horrifying that she was struggling not to thrust her hand between her legs at that moment and just make the biggest mess on the floor.\n\n\tThat thought was interrupted when the object of her immediate worship was pulled away. Her Master instead leaned down and crooked a finger under her muzzle again. The simple pressure it took to tilt her uncomfortably up was degrading. She gazed longingly into his eyes while fighting back sobbing hiccups. She could smell his arousal even from where she was. It felt as if the musk of it had only grown thicker the more he’d made her suffer.\n\n\t“And if I want to breed you. Knock my little toy up, then show her off. That’s what I’ll do. Yes, that could be cute, right? Being a little breeding slave is more than you deserve. Just picture it, though. There, in front of your family. Everything but your collar pulled away. Some of those cute little things you write smeared all over that ugly body of yours. A fresh load of my cum oozing out of my little backup onahole.”\n\n\tIf anything could have ever pulled her out of this hell it was that. It didn’t. The image flashed in her head. An image horrifying her more than even some of the darkest fantasies she’d dared to allow herself. She couldn’t break the thought. She didn’t want it to go away. Her eyes slammed shut and her body trembled One paw moved its way up to grab and maul at one of her breasts. The other darted down between her legs. She began the all too familiar ritual of clit abuse, rolling and rubbing the tips of her claws awkwardly against that nub while huffing and panting and bucking her hips. It was wrong. Master was going to tell her to stop, he was going to punish her. She didn’t care. No, the truth was she did care. She simply couldn’t stop.\n\n\t“Tell me” He growled “shut those eyes of yours, little one. Picture them. Tell me what you’ll tell them. Go on, give me a little preview.”\n\n\tGretchen was crying. Genuine, sloppy, hiccup-filled crying. For the first time since she could remember. Crying while her fingers moved on their own. Crying while she mauled herself. Crying as she let her Masters words and names swirl into her little Rape Dolly head along with the images of everyone she had known before now.\n\n\t“T-this… This stupid little cum rag… is so fortunate to be allowed to suffer for its glorious new Master” She spread her folds as she said it. In her mind she could see the cum oozing out of her. Dripping on to one of her father’s precious antique bits of furniture. Watching the utter revulsion and disgust on all of their stupid smug faces when she showed them every mark, every vulgar thing, every shred of her objectified shame. “It is fortunate enough to be used by him. That he’s been kind enough to rape its ugly little holes instead of simply sealing them up like they deserve. H-he actually has a use for his rape dolly. It deserves this. It deserves so much worse. If it’s lucky maybe he’ll let it sleep in a pen with flea infested ferals. I promise to send you all pictures of it when my tummy is even fatter than it is now. O-ohmygodmasterplease!”\n\n\tShe felt him stepping down on her fingers. She hadn’t even realized how close she was to an orgasm. Somehow he had. Somehow he stopped her in time. Once more poor Gretchen was forced to ride the blissful agony of a ruin while her Master laughed wickedly over her.\n\n\t“Now now.” Justin scoffed. He kicked her over on to her back and stepped a foot down on her breast, digging it in, leaning over to look into her eyes “I didn’t say you get to cum. Remember what I told you, cunt.”\n\n\t“Gretchen is a rape doll” the words were hollow and robotic. Fear and trembling yearning hovering just under their surface. “Gretchen doesn’t get to be happy. The dolly lives to please Master.”\n\n\tHe spat on her face as a ‘reward’ and scoffed “Good toy” He murred “But it’s not over yet.\n\n--------------------\n\n\tIt was the smell that woke her up. Gretchen’s eyes fluttered and cast down to see the big bag of fast food resting there beside her. Something heavy kept her arms from moving easily towards it. It was a coat. A very heavy, very familiar leather coat. His coat. Hungry as she was Gretchen pulled her arms in close to her chest and just basked in the odd comfort of the object.\n\n\t“Probably best to wait till we get home.” Her Master smirked. His one paw on the wheel tapped out along with the song on the radio. The other held a nice big cup of pop that he sipped from loudly while gazing daggers at the red light in front of them. “Girl at the window said these fries were a fresh batch. No sense burning yourself.”\n\n\t“They can’t be that hot, can they?” She watched her Master’s face contort, answering the question for her. The response was enough to draw a bit of a giggle-snort. Even that took energy the poor girl wasn’t sure she still had. “Um, Master.” she found her voice even smaller and more papery than usual. “I didn’t, uh…”\n\n\t“Pass out in the Dungeon? Nah. We made it to the car.” he set the pop down quickly and grabbed both hands on the wheel as the light hit green. A slow stop-start through the intersection as it looked like someone was going to be stupid and turn when it wasn’t their time to go. Only when they were safe did he glance back at her and offer a softer, kinder smile. “You didn’t hold off on using your safe word, did you?”\n\n\t“This rape doll lives to suffer for it’s Master…” The words. A mantra, a prayer. They melted into her heart as she said them. Her Master didn’t look particularly amused. Gretchen shook her head and curled more into herself. “No, Sir. I didn’t. I mean I didn’t need to Dome Fossil. I guess I just didn’t realize how bad my stamina is.”\n\n\tThat seemed to set him at ease. The two fell quiet for a long while. Justin focused on the road, Gretchen on soaking in the feelings she hoped would never end. Every once in a while he reached over to stroke her cheek. The attention sparked all of those little tingling feelings back to vivid life and left her feeling… something. God if only her Mistress was there. She’d know the words to use.\n\n\t“To be fair, that’s about how hard I go with Hui when I cut loose. I think the two of you share a lot of the same buttons. Now I kinda wonder what it’s going to look like when she gets her hands on you and I’m around.” The barest hint of a blush formed on his cheeks. It had to be more faint than Gretchen’s own, she was sure of it. But it was cute in its own way, if nothing else.\n\n\tAt some point they pulled into the driveway. She didn’t want to get out yet. Under the coat, Gretchen gripped as tightly as she dared to the seatbelt in some vain and childish gesture to prolong these feelings swimming around in her head.\n\n\t“We’re going to have to set up some new ground rules.” Her Master’s voice was clear and matter of fact. Not cruel or sadistic as it had been in the dungeon. Caring, but still not how he usually spoke. He reached out to grip her cheek and turned her face towards his, looking her right in the eye. It was a struggle for him, something he only did when in ‘dom mode’. Then again she had long since realized she was even worse at it. “I think I’ll need to control your orgasms more, and probably set up some tasks for you to do regularly. Any protests, little one?”\n\n\tYet again she wanted to rant. She wanted to tell him she knew her place. That she knew she wasn’t allowed to have protests, and even if she did it didn’t matter. That just made it hotter for her owners so everything worked out better that way. Instead she shook her head and offered a placid little “no, Sir”\n\n\tHe gave her an odd look, then hauled himself out of the car. She knew he’d open the door for her soon. She’d have to leave this wonderful leather cocoon and risk losing some of this blissful horror and agony. But for now, she was just going to savor it as long as she could.\n\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Collared Chapter 29: Session
By TerraMGP

\tThe dungeon. Gretchen still didn’t quite know what the club was called. She hadn’t asked. In truth it felt wrong to do so now. It was a grungy and dark place filled with brick-clad rooms and wooden floors. The semi-unfinished and industrial look of it was probably by design. It made the whole thing look like a set from a hardcore BDSM porno.

\tShe’d never been in one of the rooms, though. The rooms where her Master would don his ‘Justine’ guise and service clients. The rooms where couples, throuples, and other permutations would come in order to act out the sick and twisted fantasies they lacked the space or resources to at home.

\tThe unfamiliar space did little to calm her nerves, and she loved it. The innate fear and discomfort of being in such a place sat like a stone in her stomach. She’d knelt in a ‘bracelets’ position, ever so slightly modified to his tastes. It left her body exposed. Days-old magic marker writing joined by some fresh additions. Things like ‘Punching Bag’ written on her left breast and a set of feral dog paw prints above her pelvis. Some lewd kanji she didn’t understand rested over her right one. Other scattered things like ‘grab here’ with an arrow pointing up to her neck or ‘make me cry’ on her stomach. Probably worse besides all of that. The first batch of things she’d written on herself were bad enough, but her Master had added more before they came out and refused to show her what they were. Not until they got home.

\tHe’d let her wear her overly large Ahegao shirt when they came in, but nothing else. She was led in by a leash with her arms clasped firmly behind her back. Almost nobody saw. A couple of people she didn’t recognize and would likely never see again along with Master’s boss and co-workers. It was doubtful anyone cared. It was still shameful though. Still so very hot.

\tShe was now knelt in the middle of the floor in a private dungeon room. Her Mater simply stood there, now stripped fully bare and looking over some of the objects on offer while humming to himself. He was usually so happy and goofy. This behavior was a stark contrast. It was tempting to call it the ‘real’ him, though her Mistress had told Gretchen that it was all the ‘real’ him. This was just the sadist. The part only they really got to see.

\tHe didn’t say a word. His movements were slow and casual to the point of being cruel. Justin did make sure his pet could feel his eyes on her. Looking up and down slowly and deliberately. Scanning every one of the features Gretchen hated so much about herself. He didn’t say anything. He didn’t have to. She could hear his voice echo every judgment and the potent mix of shame along side her need was almost too much to take.

\tWhen he finally stopped the mole girl was graced with the feeling of his warm, thick otter dick flopped down over her muzzle. His balls, tinged with an unwashed musk, hung right in front of her face while the shaft itself throbbed in place as it lay there against her. There had been no real effort on his part to get her into that position. It would have been goofy for him to try. However, in Gretchen’s addled and needy brain she could swear that he had placed his shaft intentionally over the part of her muzzle she’d always rub when she got overly nervous. It was to her as if he’d decided to violate that innocent little reflex he always called cute and reduce yet another thing about her to nothing more than a way to gain his own sexual gratification.

\tGretchen stayed still for the longest time. She wallowed in the shame while drawing in ragged, whimpery, huffy little breaths. Eventually it got to be too much and she began to carefully open her muzzle and pushed her tongue out slowly.

\t“No” Her master’s voice was so firm that it nearly knocked her over. The tongue slipped back into her mouth and she shut her eyes tight. Her body contorted and she wasn’t even able to muster a chirped ‘sorry’.

\t“Just sniff, you little slut.” He continued “Just focus on me. Focus on my scent. It’s more than enough for some four eyed freak like you. A good girl should at least know how to worship. She should at least know what it means to be a hopeless little addict.”

\tGarnet-brown eyes slipped shut and Gretchen drew a heady, heavy whiff once more. Smelling things was often hard for her. She never really had paid much attention to it. Now she was suddenly wallowing in a salty, bitter, slightly metallic musk. Her chest heaved in. The smell both repulsed and enticed her. She felt those full balls on the tip of her nose. She wanted to worship them. To kiss and caress them. Instead the loser was being denied even that. She was just supposed to stay needy and wanting while something as simple as her owner’s smell ran rampant though her pervert brain.

\t“We’re going to get you addicted, you now.” Justin cooed “I donno if you were a little boxer thief before. Maybe even just a panty thief. But I think it might be cute to train my practice toy so she can’t get off without my scent anymore. Or just nasty scent. See you walking in with your nose buried in my laundry basket would probably be good for a laugh. And a few pictures to send Hui.” He pushed forwards and made her slump back until both of her hands jutted down to brace her. Her Master began gliding his thick pink shaft up and down over her nose tip. He rolled it in long lines and growled loudly each time. She was doing her best to huff in the scent as was expected but by this point poor Gretchen wasn’t even able to keep her mouth shut. She wanted to worship him so badly. She wanted to make him feel good even if she was no better than a sock with some lube in it.

\tAs if on cue, the tip of Justin’s shaft pushed up against her lips. Before she knew it Gretchen felt his cock ramming down into her throat. She gagged, choked, whined. Suddenly she wasn’t able to breathe. Her Master’s paw pulled her in past what she thought was possible and held her in place. His other hand pushed on a point along her muzzle. As he did, it became clear that she wasn’t really able to throw up. No, all the poor trapped slave girl could do was gag and choke.

\tThe sadistic young man kept her there for a long while. He murred and moaned while bucking his hips into her. Gretchen occasionally got a breath when his thrusts grew deeper and longer. Instinct kicked in and she reached out with both hands to try and push herself away. Her Master’s hand was the only thing keeping her up at that point and it was more than able to keep her in place while he made the face fucking grow worse and worse.

\t“You think you want to be ruined? You think I’m just here to hammer your stupid little masochist fantasies? Do you think this is a game you stupid set of holes?” Each word was snarled with increasing aggression. He was using her. ‘Really’ using her. Thick, warm, somewhat bitter cum flooded her throat without warning. A weeks worth at least blasted its way deep into her stomach and continued to spurt while he let her fall. Coating her mouth, her face, her bared chest. Adding much needed decoration to the body writing on her exposed body.

\tThe world became little more than a frantic mix of panting and gasping while Gretchen’s body struggled new fresh air into her lungs. The cruel otter boy gazed down at her though the fluttering Link-like locks of blonde hair while he paced around her. Each footpaw felt like it was hammering into the wooden floor under them. Or maybe that was just her body’s utter innervation.

\tShe knew what he was doing. At least on some level. Making sure she was ok. Checking her health, but with all the candor of a man checking a slave on the auction block.

\tFinally he crouched down. He gripped her face again and guided the frizzy haired jizzrag up to her knees once more. Gretchen felt her hands quiver while they returned to their proper spot behind her. She pushed her chest out to ensure the cum-obscured words could be read.

\t“I think we need to clear one thing up, my pet. If you are going to be stuck with me and my little fuck puppet for the rest of your miserable little life. I want you to listen, now. Listen very closely, very carefully. Are you listening, toy?” Justin’s words now oozed cold glee while his rudder tail thumped heavy and hard on the floor.

\t“I’m… I’m listening, Sir.” Gretchen was barely able to do more than mouth the words.

\t“You. Are. A. Rape. Doll.”

\tIf Justin was sparing any strength he wasn’t showing it. His fingers curled tightly into the knots in the poor girls hair. He seemed to make a point of shifting his grip or the direction of the pressure any time Gretchen managed to get comfortable.

\t“Yes sir” Gretchen murmured, her voice barely a whisper. That little whine met with a sharp backhand.

\t“Say it. Come on you dumb cunt. Say it back so I know you understand.”

\t“I am a rape doll!” Tears already streaming down Gretchen’s cheeks as she blurted the words.

\t“Again.” Justin snapped.

\t“I am a rape doll!” No sooner had Gretchen uttered the words than she was smacked. She said them again. And again. Each time her voice devolved more from haughty moans to terrified little sobs. Her chest heaved and roiled in thick gasps of air and each breath was more pained and frantic thanks to her congestion. When the slaps finally stopped Justin let go of her hair and instead grabbed her by the neck, looking down into her eyes with wild, sadistic glee.

\t“Those aren’t just words. You understand? I own you. I own this body. Hui is my toy. That makes you mine. Some little piece of garbage accessory to keep around until you get too worn out and ugly.” As he spoke, Justin’s paw tightened. Along with it his foot was soon hovering over her vulnerable mound. It pushed down slowly. Applying an agonizingly small bit of pressure in the meantime. “You are nothing. You are worthless. Useless. Disposable. Just junk cluttering up my home because I’m too lazy to get rid of you. I don’t give a fuck if you enjoy what I do to you, dirt girl. In fact”

\tHis crooked grin grew. Justin’s thumb finding just the right spot on her neck. He watched her as she swayed a bit. Those undisciplined paws shot out from behind her back and wrapped around his wrist. “You’re so much cuter when you don’t like it. Those pretty little tears of yours, dolly. That’s the one thing of value you have. Not your fat ass, not your chubby little cunny. Not those mismatched tits. It’s your screaming. And your crying. It’s seeing you feel genuinely miserable. It’s knowing you’ll worship me like your prince anyways. Isn’t that right, you sopping little fuck plushie?”

\tShe slumped. Tears streaming down her brown-grey fur. She nodded ever so slightly. Every once in a while his thumb seemed to ‘slip’ and she got a fresh breath. Just enough to keep her aware. Enough to keep her lucid. Her head was so heavy though, swimming in real terror for the first time. She really did hate this. She also longed for it. Each moment under his thrall was like the worst, most exquisitely addictive drug. She felt herself hovering at the edge of a Barkerian nightmare. Hoping like hell to wake up, yet even more yearning for it to get worse.

\tHis words continued to echo in her head. She was sure she mouthed something though for the life of her she had no idea what it was. It wasn’t the safe word. Or if it was he ignored it. Even that prospect thrilled and horrified the little rape puppet. Though she wasn’t really lucid enough to even think that though.

\tAt some point her Master tossed her down. It wasn’t hard enough to make her hit her head on the ground. She was still groggy though and it showed with the effort it took her to keep her arms locked and keep her upper body in place. She was twisted awkwardly now, her chubby form contorted like some comic book pinup. Justin’s foot began to grind its way down into her already leaking folds. It was just enough pressure to keep her stuck in the horrible position. Enough that he was once again showing his utter control of the situation. She was helpless, and he wanted her to know it. To ‘really’ know it.

\t“This, this right here, belongs to me, slut.” The paw pad of his foot was removed, a moment later she felt a sharp pain. He had kicked her square in her folds. An agony she’d never experienced before. Something that caused poor Gretchen to moan and twitch as she curled into the floor in e fetal position. “On your stomach, slave.” Justin huffed “I didn’t say you could rest.

\tOnce again Gretchen considered yelping out the safe word. She also considered jamming her little digger claws into her agonized snatch and riding the paingasm until she passed out. She didn’t dare do either. It was not her body to play with, and she could not bare the thought of giving this all up.

\tOnce she was laying there he pushed his foot up against her nose. Part of it was still coated with a slick bit of her own girlhood. He slowly, carefully ground that mess into her nose. It filled her with the stink of her own shame and lust. She had already been preparing when he uttered the word. ‘Worship’. Her tongue lulled out and her maw opened. Gretchen awkwardly traced the stubby pink muscle from the arch up to the toe. She wasn’t into feet. She knew he wasn’t either. It was her lack of desire that was the point, though. Even she knew that. It alone was enough to send shivers down her spine.

\t“There are going to be some changes, training that little rape hole of yours.” Justin’s voice was matter of fact and cold. He showed no signs that he was taking pleasure from her attention. She offered him needy worship and he simply stood there with his hands on his hips as if they were seeking out his pockets. Only the thick throbbing shaft between his legs broke the image of detached casualness. “That cunt, for example. That’s mine.”

\t“Y-yes Master.” Gretchen began to agree only to feel the foot pushed into her muzzle

\t“This isn’t a discussion, toy.” He snapped “It fucks who I want and what I want, when I want. If I decide I’m sick of it and I want to sew it up, dolly doesn’t get a say in the matter. She then accepts that her sex life is nothing but painal and sucking off loser boys at the comic shop for rare cards. Right?”

\tPoor Gretchen so desperately wished to beg and plead. Be it for his mercy or for him to just do so, she wasn’t sure. Considering how often she touched herself the mere idea was horrifying. So horrifying that she was struggling not to thrust her hand between her legs at that moment and just make the biggest mess on the floor.

\tThat thought was interrupted when the object of her immediate worship was pulled away. Her Master instead leaned down and crooked a finger under her muzzle again. The simple pressure it took to tilt her uncomfortably up was degrading. She gazed longingly into his eyes while fighting back sobbing hiccups. She could smell his arousal even from where she was. It felt as if the musk of it had only grown thicker the more he’d made her suffer.

\t“And if I want to breed you. Knock my little toy up, then show her off. That’s what I’ll do. Yes, that could be cute, right? Being a little breeding slave is more than you deserve. Just picture it, though. There, in front of your family. Everything but your collar pulled away. Some of those cute little things you write smeared all over that ugly body of yours. A fresh load of my cum oozing out of my little backup onahole.”

\tIf anything could have ever pulled her out of this hell it was that. It didn’t. The image flashed in her head. An image horrifying her more than even some of the darkest fantasies she’d dared to allow herself. She couldn’t break the thought. She didn’t want it to go away. Her eyes slammed shut and her body trembled One paw moved its way up to grab and maul at one of her breasts. The other darted down between her legs. She began the all too familiar ritual of clit abuse, rolling and rubbing the tips of her claws awkwardly against that nub while huffing and panting and bucking her hips. It was wrong. Master was going to tell her to stop, he was going to punish her. She didn’t care. No, the truth was she did care. She simply couldn’t stop.

\t“Tell me” He growled “shut those eyes of yours, little one. Picture them. Tell me what you’ll tell them. Go on, give me a little preview.”

\tGretchen was crying. Genuine, sloppy, hiccup-filled crying. For the first time since she could remember. Crying while her fingers moved on their own. Crying while she mauled herself. Crying as she let her Masters words and names swirl into her little Rape Dolly head along with the images of everyone she had known before now.

\t“T-this… This stupid little cum rag… is so fortunate to be allowed to suffer for its glorious new Master” She spread her folds as she said it. In her mind she could see the cum oozing out of her. Dripping on to one of her father’s precious antique bits of furniture. Watching the utter revulsion and disgust on all of their stupid smug faces when she showed them every mark, every vulgar thing, every shred of her objectified shame. “It is fortunate enough to be used by him. That he’s been kind enough to rape its ugly little holes instead of simply sealing them up like they deserve. H-he actually has a use for his rape dolly. It deserves this. It deserves so much worse. If it’s lucky maybe he’ll let it sleep in a pen with flea infested ferals. I promise to send you all pictures of it when my tummy is even fatter than it is now. O-ohmygodmasterplease!”

\tShe felt him stepping down on her fingers. She hadn’t even realized how close she was to an orgasm. Somehow he had. Somehow he stopped her in time. Once more poor Gretchen was forced to ride the blissful agony of a ruin while her Master laughed wickedly over her.

\t“Now now.” Justin scoffed. He kicked her over on to her back and stepped a foot down on her breast, digging it in, leaning over to look into her eyes “I didn’t say you get to cum. Remember what I told you, cunt.”

\t“Gretchen is a rape doll” the words were hollow and robotic. Fear and trembling yearning hovering just under their surface. “Gretchen doesn’t get to be happy. The dolly lives to please Master.”

\tHe spat on her face as a ‘reward’ and scoffed “Good toy” He murred “But it’s not over yet.

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\tIt was the smell that woke her up. Gretchen’s eyes fluttered and cast down to see the big bag of fast food resting there beside her. Something heavy kept her arms from moving easily towards it. It was a coat. A very heavy, very familiar leather coat. His coat. Hungry as she was Gretchen pulled her arms in close to her chest and just basked in the odd comfort of the object.

\t“Probably best to wait till we get home.” Her Master smirked. His one paw on the wheel tapped out along with the song on the radio. The other held a nice big cup of pop that he sipped from loudly while gazing daggers at the red light in front of them. “Girl at the window said these fries were a fresh batch. No sense burning yourself.”

\t“They can’t be that hot, can they?” She watched her Master’s face contort, answering the question for her. The response was enough to draw a bit of a giggle-snort. Even that took energy the poor girl wasn’t sure she still had. “Um, Master.” she found her voice even smaller and more papery than usual. “I didn’t, uh…”

\t“Pass out in the Dungeon? Nah. We made it to the car.” he set the pop down quickly and grabbed both hands on the wheel as the light hit green. A slow stop-start through the intersection as it looked like someone was going to be stupid and turn when it wasn’t their time to go. Only when they were safe did he glance back at her and offer a softer, kinder smile. “You didn’t hold off on using your safe word, did you?”

\t“This rape doll lives to suffer for it’s Master…” The words. A mantra, a prayer. They melted into her heart as she said them. Her Master didn’t look particularly amused. Gretchen shook her head and curled more into herself. “No, Sir. I didn’t. I mean I didn’t need to Dome Fossil. I guess I just didn’t realize how bad my stamina is.”

\tThat seemed to set him at ease. The two fell quiet for a long while. Justin focused on the road, Gretchen on soaking in the feelings she hoped would never end. Every once in a while he reached over to stroke her cheek. The attention sparked all of those little tingling feelings back to vivid life and left her feeling… something. God if only her Mistress was there. She’d know the words to use.

\t“To be fair, that’s about how hard I go with Hui when I cut loose. I think the two of you share a lot of the same buttons. Now I kinda wonder what it’s going to look like when she gets her hands on you and I’m around.” The barest hint of a blush formed on his cheeks. It had to be more faint than Gretchen’s own, she was sure of it. But it was cute in its own way, if nothing else.

\tAt some point they pulled into the driveway. She didn’t want to get out yet. Under the coat, Gretchen gripped as tightly as she dared to the seatbelt in some vain and childish gesture to prolong these feelings swimming around in her head.

\t“We’re going to have to set up some new ground rules.” Her Master’s voice was clear and matter of fact. Not cruel or sadistic as it had been in the dungeon. Caring, but still not how he usually spoke. He reached out to grip her cheek and turned her face towards his, looking her right in the eye. It was a struggle for him, something he only did when in ‘dom mode’. Then again she had long since realized she was even worse at it. “I think I’ll need to control your orgasms more, and probably set up some tasks for you to do regularly. Any protests, little one?”

\tYet again she wanted to rant. She wanted to tell him she knew her place. That she knew she wasn’t allowed to have protests, and even if she did it didn’t matter. That just made it hotter for her owners so everything worked out better that way. Instead she shook her head and offered a placid little “no, Sir”

\tHe gave her an odd look, then hauled himself out of the car. She knew he’d open the door for her soon. She’d have to leave this wonderful leather cocoon and risk losing some of this blissful horror and agony. But for now, she was just going to savor it as long as she could.


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