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I will do whatever you say, sweet Master. Ever since you took me off the streets that day I finally feel like I am where I am supposed to be – under your control and under your spell. You are so cruel and yet I love you with my whole body. Until today I had fooled myself that I was worthy of such happiness and that you would never share my body with anyone else after you so much time spent breaking me down and making me yours.
I think you finally realized I was feeling good for the first time in my life. You knew that you couldn’t let me feel good. Pathetic is all I will ever be and bad is all I am allowed to feel. You came in my room, a large K9 walking beside you. I saw a large silver tag on his collar that said “Brutus”. You told me to get up on my hands and knees on the bed and told me what a dirty little fucking whore I was. You told me I mean nothing to you and that I deserve to lie down with lowly animals. I tried to beg you not to do this to me, but you didn’t listen.
Brutus jumped up on the bed and you told me to give him my pussy. I pulled my hose down in the back and Brutus began licking me with his dirty gross tongue. You stood and watched while jerking your hard cock. You reduced me to a piece of shit whore not even good enough for a human cock. As Brutus mounted me, cutting into my back with his nails, and fucking me hard with his slimy cock, you came all over my face. Brutus came all over me too and there I lay in cum from both of you. You told me to never forget have worthless I am again. I never will.
You finally let me out of that grungy basement and took me upstairs. Your whole house is dark and creepy, but still better than the dirty and cold basement. Even the little bit of light hurt my eyes, but no complaints from me. You don’t like complainers and I know what you would do to me. You grab my arm hard and throw me into the bathroom and tell me to clean up good. My mind started racing at the thought of being able to take a bath. I had been treated like a kept animal in a cage in the basement and covered in dirt and cum for as long as I could remember.
My mind was so fucked after the first few days of torture under your house that I couldn’t think straight. Thoughts raced through my mind as I got into the shower and felt the cold water running down my body. There was soap and it smelled so good. I rubbed it all over my tender body, flinching at each spot where you had bruised me for trying to fight back. But it still felt good. You stood and watched – your eyes looking up and down my naked body like a lion looking at prey. Your stare made my pussy throb and I couldn’t help but enjoy your sick eyes on my ass and tits.
I soaped up slowly to be sure to give you a good show. You taught me right. Once I rinsed off and turned the water off, you stepped towards me and began groping my wet naked body. Your hand always so rough and you squeezed my ass so tight I knew more bruises would come. You pushed me against the wall, climbed in, and fucked my ass up against the wall. My feeling of being clean disappeared immediately… but I guess that was your plan all along. You loved to give things just to take them away.