her co worker

She was a good girl. You know the type. Eager to please, respond well to praise. Raised in a respectful environment. Perhaps a prudish one, though. Or maybe it wasn't something she thought about. I was wrong about that last thought, however.

She'd started work just a couple of weeks ago, and I was instantly drawn to her. Slim, fresh-faced, and new to the workforce right out of high school, she joked she wasn't the college type, but she had a sadness in her eyes when she said that. Money issues? Perhaps, but I would later learn that she was curious. It was just that it had been beaten out of her. I didn't know that yet, however.

She was such a cute, timid thing. She was wearing boyish clothes with a pixie haircut. She had the slightest stutter or perhaps hesitation when larger men were around her. She was fine around young men, but the second a 6-foot-tall man entered her space, she changed. She changed around me a lot.

I didn't think about the reasons why at the start. I didn't care, in all honesty. She was legal, she was cute, and most of all. I knew what those signs all meant. They meant I could do what I wanted.

I flirted with her at first. I tested the waters with her, but it was frustrating. She clammed up, got insecure, and wouldn't look me in the eyes. It was annoying. It made me want to do bad things to her. To make her react. So I did. The first chance I got, when we both closed. I was her immediate manager, and not long after the last employee left, I went looking for her. She was over by the counter, cleaning it up. I snuck up behind her. The way she tensed when my hand suddenly touched her shoulder made me stiffen.

"You're such a good worker, Jessica. I can't believe this is your first job," I told her as I massaged her shoulders. I felt her try to turn to face me, but I didn't allow it. My fingertips tightened their grip, and I kept her facing forward, away from me. "Tell me, are you always such a good girl?" The sudden shudder she gave as I asked did not go unnoticed. She took a few seconds to get her breathing under control, then spoke.

"Mr. Jenkins, I don't think you...," she started to say. She again twisted or tried to, but I put an end to that. My fingertips dug into her skin, not painfully, not yet, as I straightened her out. I stepped even closer to her, my body pressing into hers. My breath was hot and moist on her neck. I watched the delicate fuzz of whisper-thin hairs stiffen there.

"You didn't answer my question. Are you a good girl?" I asked. Slowly, finally, she nodded. I could only see the side of her jaw, but by the way it quivered, I knew words weren't going to come out without her crying. That was fine by me. Without stepping back, I started massaging her shoulders. My fingers kneaded into her skin, the pressure slowly but surely pushing her forward a bit. I pressed harder as my hands worked down her sides and the small of her back until her hands, pale white and tensing, gripped the counter before her.

"I've always loved good girls. No one is better or more special than them. I'm glad you're such a good girl so we can spend some quality time together, Jessica. You'll even find it rewarding," I told her. I heard a faint splash on the counter, then again, like raindrops. I couldn't wait to taste those tears. I unzipped her skirt and pulled it down. That's when I smelled her.

I hate to be crude, but good girls and damaged girls have a tell. It's obvious if you're around them naked. Their cunts stink. I don't mean she didn't wash herself properly. Just that, for whatever reason, they got drenched around men like me. Men that were bad for them. Jessica was no different. I pushed her forward until her face was flat on the counter. I made a show of inhaling her deeply. She cried as I touched her wetness, and I leaned over her.

"I knew it," was all I said to her. When I let her back go, she didn't get up. She had given up. I smiled and kicked her feet apart. She whimpered but did nothing as I unzipped and pulled out my cock. I slid my tip against her and felt her quiver despite her obvious humiliation. I spread her lips slowly, gently, and in one thrust, filled her sopping cunt. She grunted hard but never screamed. Never screamed no. Never fought me. Even when I grabbed her sides and squeezed hard, fucking her hard against the counter, she took it like a good girl. To be honest, I didn't last that long. She was so wet, and once I started slamming her hips against the table, she started tensing and pushing back against me in a circular motion that almost made me lose it. And then, her hands slapped against the counter and gripped it as she started bucking, shaking, and crying hard. I felt her tense and squirt all over my cock, and I lost it. I pushed in deep and coated her cunt with my seed.

We stayed there for a minute, catching our breath. I pulled out of her, jerked her panties off her feet, and used it to wipe up my cum. I then balled the panties and shoved them inside her. I pushed them inside as deep as they would go while she gasped and tensed up around my fingers. Once I finished stuffing her, I pulled her up and turned her to face me. She immediately tried to look at the floor, but I forced her to face me. When she did, I kissed her lips gently, then her eyes and forehead. I hugged her tightly, her skirt on the floor, my pants around my ankles, and whispered into her ear.

"You're such a good girl, Jessica. I'm so proud of you. How about you go home early? Don't worry, I'll clock you out. You just get some rest, OK?" She nodded meekly at that, walking awkwardly as she tried to pull up her skirt and zip it.

"Oh, and Jessica?" I said. She turned slowly, a look of defeat and shame on her face. "Don't pull those panties out until you get home. When you get home, put them in your mouth. Then masturbate however you want until you cum, with them in your mouth. Understand?" I wasn't sure at first if I seriously expected her to do it. But the way she sighed, just a broken worldly sigh, told me everything I needed to know. She'd be a good girl. She'd do it. She nodded meekly.

"Don't nod, what do you say?"

"Y... yes Sir," she said, and I knew she would.

"That's a good girl," I told her as she left. And she was a good girl. Thanks to me, her life would never be the same. We'd have a wonderful year of teaching, training, breaking, and molding. But that was in the future. For now, it was enough that Jessica was a good girl.

Chapter 2: Chapter 2 - The AftermathSummary:Jessica heads home after her violation, and in an overstimulated fit, she self-abuses herself.

Chapter TextJessica didn't report him. She should have. She thought about it. But she didn't. Instead, Jessica went to her bedroom in her apartment, sat on the bed, and spread her legs. She slowly pulled out her panties, feeling them slide along the insides of her pussy, smearing his cum and her juices inside herself. She looked sadly at the ruined panties, sniffed them, then balled them up again and put them in her mouth. She could taste herself and his cum. She started crying harder as she deftly fingered herself, her hands knowing precisely what to do to make her cum. She thought about using her vibrator in the side table, but it would be over too quickly. She didn't know why she needed to prolong her humiliation, but she did. She needed it. She deserved it. Voices not her own scolded her, telling her she deserved what had happened.

Jessica wiped her eyes, then stuck two of her fingers in her mouth, pressing them against her wet panties. She sucked on them, getting them wet, before pulling them out and touching her bare pussy. Jessica gently slid her fingers along the folds, teasing her hood, before pinching it painfully hard. If you asked her why she did it, why she was following any of his orders after he had just assaulted her, she wouldn't have been able to answer him. Jessica didn't know. She just deserved it. The pain felt right to her. Tears ran down her face as she used her fingernails to dig into her clitoral hood. She then slid the fingers into her pussy. It was soaked. It was always soaked when she felt like this. It was why he was right about her. Her cunt always gave her away. Always exposed her to the men who abused her. A lighthouse in the dark telling people she was trash that could be used and abused. She screamed around the panties in her mouth and slapped her cunt as hard as she could. Once. Twice. Harder and harder until she rolled over on her side, sobbing.

Jessica took a deep breath and shoved three fingers inside herself, parting her legs wider as she furiously fingered herself, thrusting them almost violently inside herself like the cock that had been used against her earlier. She used her free hand to pinch her nipples, squeezing them until more tears came. Jess dug her nails into her breasts, almost wanting to draw blood. She didn't but instead got on all fours and humped her hand, painfully forcing a fourth finger inside her now stretched-to-capacity cunt. Jessica thought of what he had done to her an hour ago. How he had treated her like she was nothing. She thought of his repeated words. How he kept calling her a good girl. Those thoughts only made her wetter as her juices dripped onto her bed. She shoved her face into her pillow and screamed into it. She reached back with her other hand and pushed a finger into her ass. She bucked harder against her hands, grunting into the pillow, smearing it with her tears and drool.

Finally, Jessica felt that tremor coming. The wave was building up, rising faster and faster within her. She heard a familiar laugh calling her pathetic in her mind, but she didn't care. Maybe she was. It didn't change the fact that she needed this. It crested, and she came hard, squirting on her bed, making a mess of it. She twitched and grunted, screaming again into the pillow until she stopped shaking. She rolled over onto her back, panting, as she stared at the ceiling. Her room stank. She was covered in sweat. Her pillow was wet, as was much of her bed. Jessica pulled the soaked panties out of her mouth and unfolded them. They were drenched. Ruined. Without understanding why, she licked the crotch, another tear running down her face, then threw them at the wall. They clung to it for a minute before dropping to the floor. She sniffed her fingers before cleaning them with her mouth, even the one that had been in her ass. She lay there for a long time before finally getting up to shower. She stared at herself in the mirror for a long time, knowing this wasn't the end. She knew, deep down, it was only the beginning.

Chapter 3: Chapter 3 - Oral abuseSummary:Jessica, desperate for approval and acceptance, gets roughly orally abused and humiliated by her co-worker.

Chapter TextShe didn't report me. I didn't expect her to. I wasn't up wondering what she would do. I knew the type of girl she was. In fact, when I went home later that night, I masturbated to the thought of her with her panties in her mouth, her fingers in her soaked cunt, getting off to what I had done to her. She was a good girl, so she'd follow orders, even if she hated them. Especially because she hated them. It was two days before we worked together again. When Jessica came in, she was wearing a shorter skirt than before. Nothing outlandish, but I noticed. I noticed her top showed more cleavage. Again, nothing explicit or even remotely violating store dress policies. Just something that made her prettier. Made her more noticeable. I knew she had done it just for me.

"My my, aren't we looking pretty today," I told her as I walked up to her. She immediately looked down at the floor. I noticed how her face flushed and her breathing intensified. It was delicious. "Tell me, did you do that favor for me," I said playfully. "You know, once you got home?" The lack of color on her face was delightful. She looked like she was about to puke or pass out. She instead tensed up and let out a meek, tiny little word.

"Yes," she said so softly even I had trouble hearing it.

"Yes, what?" I asked her, looking at her sternly. She still refused to look up at me.

"Yes... Sir," she said. Slowly. Reluctantly. I clearly wasn't the first person she'd said that to. All the better for me.

"Good girl," I said. Then I patted her on the shoulder and walked away from her. We were closing again that night, but I made a point to ignore her for the rest of our shift. I walked to another part of the store if she came my way. When she went into the breakroom, I made sure to leave it. I was never in the same place with her for more than a minute, and I didn't say anything that wasn't work-related to her the rest of the night. I wanted her uncomfortable. I wanted her to worry that I had gotten what I wanted and didn't want anything to do with her. I avoided her desperate stares, smiling inside as I knew the neglect was tearing her up inside. She wasn't about to chase me. I knew that. She clearly had too many issues to jump at me at this point, but with her unsteady, everything would fall in place neatly. All I had to do was wait until the last employee beside us left for the night.

When they did, I noticed how she sidled up towards me. Every time she bent over, I saw she didn't bend her knees. She was a silly, awkward girl, doing her best to entice a repeat of what had happened before. I wondered if she had ever known anything other than abuse. I didn't really care. It would just explain more about her. I finally "noticed" her trying to get my attention and walked quickly towards her. My sudden movement scared her because she got that deer-in-headlights look and froze. I towered over her, walking towards her as she backed up until she stumbled into the wall and grunted.

"What? What the fuck do you want? You've been staring at me all fucking day like some love-sick fucking puppy," I screamed at her. She shook as she pressed herself tightly against the wall. "I didn't do what I did because I fucking liked you. You're a weak, timid, warm fucking hole. It's probably all you've ever been," I said. She gasped when I grabbed her hair and balled it tightly in my hand. She didn't even see the first slap coming, by the surprise on her face. She didn't even grunt. I slapped her again, and on the third slap, she finally started crying. That was what I had been waiting for. Those beautiful tears. In a way, they were as therapeutic to me as they were probably traumatic to her. Either way, I was rock hard. I unzipped myself and started shoving her to her knees. She didn't even resist me.

"If I feel one fucking tooth, you'll regret it cunt!" I told her, slapping her two more times, then I shoved my cock against her lips. She opened slowly, but once I thrust forward, she opened wide. I looked down at her. My hands were gripping her hair painfully tight, jerking her head up and down. Jessica's hands were on my legs, trying to keep herself stable as I whipped her head back and forth. Her fingertips dug into my legs as I pushed her down. She finally started fighting some. She didn't want me in her throat. I didn't care. I rammed hard while shoving with my hands, and I won, popping down her throat as she gagged and retched on it. She clearly wasn't used to having a cock that deep in her mouth. It felt fantastic. I let go of her blonde hair with one hand and kept slapping her as I fucked her mouth. I called her names. Whore. Bitch. Cunt. Cumrag. A light slap after each one. Her cheeks were red, nothing more. Tears were running down her face as I fucked her throat. Snot was running down her face. She was wonderous.

"You're so fucking beautiful right now," I told her. "I'm almost there, be a good girl. Open your whore mouth wide," I said as I pulled out and started stroking. Jessica fell forward a bit, coughing, and I grabbed her hair and jerked her upright as I started cumming on her. Spurts of white landed on her hair, her cheeks, in one eye, and then I finished by pressing my cock against her nostril and came. She jerked back, sobbing, her face a complete mess as I walked beside her and wiped my cock off in her hair.

"That was so good. You were such a good girl," I told her as I pulled her up to her feet. She was shaking, staring right through me, lost in her own mind. I kissed a clean spot on her cheek, then her clean eye, and then gently kissed her lips. She cried harder as I did that. I knew she had no idea what to feel. Just overstimulated and confused and broken. It was perfection.

"Be a good girl and turn around now," I told her. She did so without a word. I unzipped her skirt, pushed it up around her waist, pulled down her panties, and then spread her legs. She grunted a bit when my finger found her cunt. She was, once again, completely drenched. I sank my finger in deep, then presented it to her mouth. She sucked it clean without me telling her anything. "Good girl," I said as I patted her head. I then knelt and removed her panties. I inhaled her scent and smiled. I grabbed her jaw and pushed the soiled underwear into her mouth. When I let go, she stood there like a hamster with its mouth full.

"Such a good girl. You can go home early. Don't clean up. Just go to your car like that. Keep those panties in your mouth the entire time. When you get home, I want you to find something and fuck your ass with it. Don't you dare fucking touch that cunt. If you cum from anal, that's fine, but otherwise, only fuck your ass. Get me your phone. Get it!" I yelled at her. She jumped and ran behind the counter, picking up her phone and giving it to me.

"Unlock it, dumbass," I told her, and she did. "Good girl," I said while patting her head again. I put my details in her phone, texted myself, and then scrolled through her pictures. I found some nudes and commented on how she looked in them as she stared at the floor and cried.

"Ok, once you get home, fuck your ass, and send me the video of it. Use what you want. Just be a good girl and do it. Now go, get the fuck out of here." She nodded and left, half running, half crying, as I chuckled to myself. I knew that video would come. She couldn't help herself. I might be the one abusing her, but she was doing more to herself than I could ever do. Life was good, I thought, as I finished cleaning up and awaited the video she'd send me soon.

Chapter 4: Chapter 4 - Spiraling aftermathsSummary:After more abuse from her co-worker, Jessica self abuses herself, doing what he wants her to do to herself, sinking ever lower.

Chapter TextJessica walked slowly out of the store, her panties wadded in her mouth and rapidly cooling cum dripping off her face. Despite the temperature, she shook as she walked numbly towards her car. It was a beater, but it was the only thing Jessica could afford when she left her damnable home and moved out on her own. And here she was, just a thing again. Just a hole, being abused by one of her co-workers. Jess fought back more tears as his sperm dried on her face. She kicked her tires as hard as she could, then jerked open the door to the car and sat down. Once the door was shut, she let loose a primal scream around the panties as she slammed her fists against the steering wheel until her hands ached. Once again, she wasn't even really mad at him. She should have been, but she wasn't. She was angry at herself. She hated that she had dressed for his attention. She was furious that she had actually fucking wanted his approval. And here it was, drying on her face and smeared in her hair. Nothing ever fucking changes, she thought to herself.

She calmed her breathing and then pulled out of the parking lot. She went to wipe her face, then stopped. He had told her not to do that. She sighed and left the cum dripping onto her clothes. At the stop light, she blew her nose as a thick wad of cum filled the tissue. That made her eyes burn. She felt pathetic. No. She was pathetic. She deserved this. This is all she was fucking good for. She screamed in her car and drove off as soon as the light turned green. He had told her not to touch herself, but she did anyway as she drove. She grazed her fingers along her sex, enjoying the sensations while also disgusted with how wet she was. What she honestly wanted to do was go home and hurt herself as she used her vibrator to get off. Then sleep. She didn't even want to shower. She didn't feel she deserved it. She dipped a finger inside her pussy and pulled it out, frustrated beyond belief. She screamed again, then parked outside the apartment complex. She prayed her roommate was asleep or busy. Maybe she would be out. Jessica untucked her blouse and wiped the cum off her face with it. She then pulled the wadded, soaked panties out of her mouth. She punched the steering wheel again, then put her panties back in her mouth and headed in.

Thankfully, her roommate was doing the dishes. She grunted and almost ran to her bedroom. Jessica's heart was racing as she quickly stripped. She stood in front of her mirror and looked at herself. She was overall a plain girl, but she had learned to dress to avoid attention. Little to no makeup. Nothing revealing. But it still hadn't protected her. Her short, pixie blond hair was matted with his cum. Her small 34B breasts held stiff nipples. She knew the cool air wasn't the only reason they were stiff. Just like she could smell herself. She was drenched, a string of grool dripping from between her legs. Her shaved cunt knew what she was going to do. It wanted it. What Jessica wanted didn't matter. It never had. She sighed, touched herself, tasted the string of pussy juice leaking from her, and prepared herself.

She propped up her phone and thought about taking a shower first. But she didn't. Jessica knew he wanted her like this. They always did. She aimed her phone at the bed and started recording. As she walked back, she grabbed her curling iron. Her vibrator wasn't really for anal use. He wanted something fucking her ass. She knew she didn't have to do this. She could stop. She could call him and tell him if he ever bothered her again, she'd go to the cops. She could quit. She had so many fucking options. Instead, Jessica got on her bed, faced her phone, and spread her legs.

She didn't try to force a smile. She didn't put on a performance. He didn't want that, and she didn't have it in her to pretend. But she did as she was told. She leaned over to her bedside table, took out some lube, slathered the curling iron, and then she spread her ass and started fingering it. Jessica didn't know how to position herself, as this wasn't something she had really done before. She'd shared nudes but never a video. Once Jess felt her ass was ready, she started working the tip of the iron in. It was a slim model, which was partly why she had picked it out to use, but with her on her back, by balling up, so instead, she rolled over onto her hands and knees. She wanted nothing more than to touch her pussy, but she didn't. Jessica knew she could stop. But she couldn't.

On all fours, she lowered her face to the mattress, then she awkwardly took the iron and started working it in, her ass high in the air. That position worked better, and she grunted softly as she pushed it past her sphincter. Once in, its slim width and her past experience made it fairly easy. She moaned a bit as she started fucking herself with it. All the way in to the pivot, almost all the way out. All the way in, nearly all the way out. She started crying, imagining a different man as she fucked her ass. And yet, it felt good. That was the thing she hated the most. That it still felt good to her. She panted, shaking, as she fucked her ass harder and harder with it. She never came, but ten minutes later, she finally stopped. She was shaking as she pulled it out. She walked, staring down at the ground, to her camera and stopped it. She trimmed a few seconds at the start and the end and then sent the video to him. She then threw her phone on the bed, staring at the curling iron. She sniffed, then licked it before throwing it in the trash. She pulled the panties out of her mouth and threw them in the trash beside it. Jessica then took a shower, using the shower head to give herself an orgasm. He had said not to touch herself, and she didn't. It felt empty, though.

She curled up in bed, clean, at least on the outside, and avoided the lube-stained sections. She clung to her body pillow, wanting to scream, waiting for a response from him. Some twenty minutes later, her phone dinged as she got his text. "Good girl" was all it said, but she cried, happy for some fucked up reason. It was enough. For now, it was enough.

Chapter 5: Chapter 5 - Jessica brings him homeSummary:Jessica hopes to go out with her older co-worker, but she finds out he meant going to her place, as he takes ever more control of her life away.

Chapter TextOver the next couple of days, we didn't have a shift together, so I had her send me pictures of herself. I didn't push her on what I wanted to see. It was more to see what she would send me. I smiled when every picture of her was completely nude. She didn't smile in most of them, but that was ok. I didn't need her smile. It was attractive when she wore it, but I wasn't here for that. I thought she also knew that even though she kept chasing my approval. I thumbed through the last three she had sent me. She had clearly just finished showering, with a bored or sad look on her face as she photographed her lithe body. She was so wonderfully slim, short but not tiny, with her desperate attempts to look boyish. Her pert breasts begged for my attention, and I would have to give them some soon. But first, I had to deal with that tomboy bullshit. I had an idea it was defensive. To make her go unnoticed. I couldn't allow that.

"Thank you for those pics, Jess. You're such a good girl. You know that, right? You're too pretty, though, to be so plain. Why don't you wear some makeup to work tomorrow and I'll take you somewhere after work. Would you like that baby girl?" I texted her. She responded in the affirmative in seconds. Even if I texted her at 3am, she replied in less than a minute. Always. I loved that desperation about her. In response, I always waited at least five minutes and sometimes as much as an hour. Sixty minutes later, I told her, "Good Girl," and ignored her the rest of the day. I did appreciate the nudes she kept sending me, though. Not a single one got a response from me, however.

I grinned so much when she came in the next afternoon to work. She wore clothes similar to last time, nothing extreme, just a short skirt and another low-cut blouse. I could tell she had a pushup bra this time because her cleavage was more pronounced than usual. That, or she was so needy that she was stuffing her bra for me. I doubted that, though. She knew I would know if she did that and would regret it. At least, I hope she knew that. She wasn't the smartest thing, but she wasn't a moron. She wore some red or cherry lipgloss, making her lips stand out. I had never noticed just how full they were before. Her eyes popped with just a tad too much eyeshadow, but I liked that. She was trying too hard. Which is what I wanted. She had those "Cleopatra" eyes that were so popular with the kids these days, at least online. It was messy. But again, I appreciated the effort.

"You look beautiful, baby girl," I said as I nonchalantly approached her, making sure no one else was around to hear us. She beamed at that, and I slapped her ass as she walked off to clock in. She tried to hover around me for the rest of the day, but I ignored her. That little crestfallen look she had each time she said hi and I just walked by was something I savored. She looked so happy half the time when I looked her way, and the other half looked like she was about to start bawling. I sometimes briefly wondered who had originally destroyed her self-worth and when, but those details ultimately didn't matter to me. They weren't here. I was. And I wanted to finish the job that life had long ago started on her. Eventually, the day ended, and she properly finished the shift with me for the first time in a week. We worked quietly until then, with me happily ignoring her. We both clocked out, and I turned on her, grabbing her neck and squeezing gently but very firmly. There was fear in her eyes but also a spark that was delicious to see.

"So," I said, making sure to squeeze tighter. Not enough to choke, but right on the verge of it, "Are you ready to head out? I've got just the place in mind."

"Y... yes, Sir," she said, nodding meekly, standing on her tiptoes as I lifted her just a bit. I couldn't smell her, but I knew that cunt of hers was already soaked.

"Good girl, come with me," I told her as I let her go. She followed me out as I locked the store and headed to my car. I had made sure to look up her personal info on the office computer. I needed to know some specific information. I opened the door to my car like the gentleman I was. She quickly got in, and I almost had to laugh. It was midnight on a weeknight. Where did the stupid cunt think we were going? I got in, unzipped my pants, and started driving.

"Get your head down there, baby girl," I told her. She blinked, hesitating. Here she was, wearing makeup to be pretty for me, and I was telling her to suck my cock. "Now, bitch!" I said as I grabbed her hair and shoved her head down. She didn't resist, and soon, I had almost my entire cock in her mouth as we drove. I enjoyed the sensation, as she was pretty skilled. She made sure to use her tongue, swirling it all over my cock even as I forced her head down more. As we approached our destination, I started shoving her down harder and harder. She didn't like that, as before, and struggled some. I didn't care. I jammed my cock against her throat. She started retching, and only then did I ease up a bit. I didn't want her to puke all over me in my car. The idea was a nice one that I had to remember, though. I wouldn't mind the mess if it was somewhere else. Finally, we arrived at our destination. I pulled into a parking space, shoved her head down hard until she started slapping at my legs, then let go of her. She was so beautiful when she sat back up, wiping her mouth. Her makeup that she had worked so hard on was ruined, smeared by her eyes watering as I had throated her. Her lip gloss fared better. I'd have to ensure she wore something that smeared better in the future. She coughed a few times, then looked around, confused at where we were, while I zipped myself up.

"Why... why are we at my apartment complex?" she asked. I loved the fucking confusion in her eyes. I wanted to laugh at her but didn't want to ruin our special moment together.

"I said I wanted to take you somewhere other than the store," I told her. "Let's go inside, and you can show me your bedroom." Her soul looked crushed as she nodded.

"My... my roommate is there," she told me. "We can't be too loud." I just looked at her, then around the parking lot. When I saw no one, I slapped her so hard she stumbled and almost fell. Her left cheek burned bright pink even in the dim lights outside the complex. I could see the glistening of her eyes as they watered.

"Never, ever, fucking tell me what to do again. Understand?" She nodded, terrified of me, and I reached out and gently stroked her warm cheek, then pulled her close and kissed it softly. "Good girl," I told her, leading her to her apartment. If she wondered how I knew which one was hers, but she didn't ask about it. She had fully resigned herself to whatever was about to happen. I loved it. She unlocked the door, and we went in. Her roommate saw us and started to say hi. I waved at her, speaking for the terrified little cunt under my control.

"Nice to meet you, but we're in a hurry," I said, winking at her. The roommate's uncomfortable look said it all as Jessica meekly took me to her bedroom. She started to undress, but I stopped her.

"No, no need for that, baby girl," I said, stroking her tender cheek. I briefly wondered if it would bruise or swell. That was her concern, however, not mine. "Where is your lube? A good cunt like you has some, don'tcha?" She nervously nodded, then walked to her bedside drawer and opened it. When she did, I grabbed her hand and pulled her away from it. I went through it, holding up her vibrator as she visibly blushed. Then I took the lube and turned her away from me.

"Bend over and put your hands on your bed. That's right, be a good girl," I said as she obeyed my instructions. I noticed she was shaking a bit. I figured she had an idea of what was about to happen. I knelt behind her trembling knees and ass and inhaled her filthy scent. Her cunt was indeed drenched. "You smell like you want something. What do you want cunt?" I asked as I slowly pulled her panties down to the floor. I had her step out of them and put them in my pocket. When she didn't answer, I pushed her skirt up around her waist and slapped her ass as hard as I could.

"Ahhhhh," she yelped, jerking, then reached back to cover her ass cheeks. I shoved her hand forward and slapped her other cheek. The sound rang out, and I was sure her roommate heard it.

"Ahhhhh, I want...," she said, hesitating. I pulled my hand back again, and she flinched, speaking rapidly. "I want you to fuck me. Please. Just fuck me," she said, her body shaking as she started softly sobbing. That was what I had been waiting to hear. I pulled my cock free, squirted just a tiny amount of lube on it, then stroked myself as I hardened. I then spread her ass cheeks and pushed the bottle against her sphincter, and gave it a good squirt. I tossed the bottle to the floor without closing it. I didn't give a fuck if her floor got stained. Actually, that wasn't true. I wanted as much of her property and life stained by me as possible.

"Tell me you wanna be a good girl," I said as I lined myself up and leaned over her. Her body was tense and rigid as she stood there, bent over against her bed. She'd regret being so tense, but that was her problem, not mine.

"I... I want to be a good girl," she said, crying a bit more. I splayed her cheeks as far apart as I could, dug my fingers deep into her flesh, and shoved. The lube helped. I'm sure it didn't help enough. I hadn't used nearly enough to make it easy. I hadn't adequately stretched her first or warmed her up in any way. Unlike her dripping, smelly, eager cunt, her ass couldn't prepare itself for what was happening. So when, in one painful thrust for both of us, I sank balls deep inside her bowels, she screamed. My cock ached from the friction, but once I had driven deep, I started plowing her ass for all it was worth. I'd had tighter assholes. Indeed, I had a feeling I wasn't the first cock reaming her bowels. I knew I wouldn't be the last, either. She started sobbing, crying as I shoved her face against her bed, slamming her ass with all the strength I could muster. I knew she had to be in agony. I saw how white her knuckles were as I gripped the bed. It made me want to hurt her more. I jackrabbited her, pushing her head against the bed with all my might. I didn't last long, and as I started to cum in her guts, I gripped her hips and dug my fingers in as hard as I could. I shoved in and held myself tight as I slowly emptied all my cum inside her. She shook and sobbed under me.

"Good girl. Now, that wasn't so bad, was it?" I asked, knowing it had been very, very bad for her. When I let her go, pulling out of her ass, she slumped to the floor, bawling. I grabbed her head and pulled her up to her knees while my cum dripped out of her injured ass. She saw my cock, messy due to zero prep, and almost gagged. Her eyes were wild with fear as she looked at it, then at me.

"Please... god," was all she whispered. I knew she would do it. I wanted to see her do it. But she had indeed been a good girl. So, I rewarded her instead. I pulled her panties from my pocket and instead used them to wipe my cock clean. She looked relieved until I put my thumb on her chin and started pressing down. Her arms went limp as she opened her mouth, sniffing as snot ran out of her nose over her upper lip. I balled up the dirty panties, placed them in her mouth, and patted her on the head like the dog she was.

"Good girl. I'm so proud of you. I'm gonna go now," I said as I walked over to her purse, unzipping and rummaging through it. She watched me through tear-filled eyes as I found her ID and apartment key. I showed her both of them, then put them in my pocket before pulling out a twenty and putting it on her dresser. "That's not for the fuck. You're not a whore, are you?" I said, smiling at her as a wet fart emanated from her ass and another clump of reddish-white cum hit the floor. "No, you're a good girl, right? This is for an Uber or whatever, so you can get to your car. I'll leave these at work for you to pick up when I'm done with them. Understand?" Jessica nodded, unable to face me, simply nodding with her mouth full of her ruined panties.

"Good," I said as I walked back to her, pulled her up, and then placed her on her bed. "Don't shower tonight. Keep that in your mouth until you go to sleep. And don't worry, I'll get these back to you soon," I said as I patted my pocket with her key and ID. Then I kissed her on the lips, her swollen cheek, and her forehead and headed out. Her roommate was gone when I left the room. I wondered if she was in her bedroom or had hightailed it out of there. Either thought amused me. I got in my car, touched my new treasures in my pocket, savored what I would do with them, and headed home.

Chapter 6: Chapter 6 - A threshold is passedSummary:Jessica's life reaches a tipping point. Everything changes because she fails to assert herself, and her life and freedom crumble around her.

Chapter TextJessica sat in her bed as he left. The foul taste of her soiled panties made her want to cry. The pain in her battered ass did. She grabbed her body pillow and held it tight before rolling over. She deserved this. She knew that now. At this point, all of the blame was hers. She just wanted him here to kiss her again instead of leaving her. She held her pillow tighter as she cried, feeling his cum leaking out of her still-gaped and raw ass. She sucked on the dirty underwear in her mouth before finally pulling it out and throwing it in the general direction of her trashcan. She didn't care anymore. She parted her legs and felt her sex. It was still wet.

She focused on the pain she was in. On how her guts felt rearranged and torn apart. She focused on that and pinched her clit, adding to it. Jess moaned, not caring if her roommate heard her. Not caring about anything except finding a release. As her thumb and forefinger abused her clit by tugging and mashing it, the other 3 fingers quickly dipped inside, pumping in and out of her. She thought of him and the men before him and hurt herself, digging her fingernails in as she bawled and orgasmed all at once. She shook, her body quivering, before licking her fingertips as she gripped the body pillow once more and fell asleep.

When she woke, it was morning. Jessica rolled out of bed and immediately whimpered in pain. Walking hurt as she limped to the bathroom. She sat down, dreading having a bowel movement. When it came, Jess screamed into a towel. He had hurt her good. And yet, her fucking cunt was wet when she was done. She touched herself, hating that some part of her lived for that pain. She tasted her cunt on her fingers, then wiped and took a long shower. She didn't care when the water turned cold; it all felt good. When she got out, she carefully dried and walked slowly to her bed. It was a mess. The carpet was stained. Her sheets were ruined by leakage from the night. The room smelled foul. She tore off her sheets, picked up the ruined panties, and stuffed them all in her trash can. None of them were worth cleaning. She was barely worth cleaning herself.

Jessica left her room. Her roommate was there, clearly rushing to leave. She didn't even talk to her. She didn't bring up last night; she just left as quickly as possible. Jess couldn't blame her. She didn't want to be around herself either. Jessica let out a long sigh, ate some cereal, and then texted for an Uber. While she was doing that, she received a text from him. He told her that he would be busy, so she wouldn't see him today and not to try to pick up her key and ID until she went to work. She was scared of what he was doing with them. She knew he would come now whenever he wanted. He'd be waiting for her here unless she moved, even if she quit work. Except, she didn't want to move. The idea, fucked up as it was, was strangely comforting. He wanted her. It was all wrong otherwise, but he wanted her.

She vaped while waiting for the Uber, then got her car and drove home. There, she put down new sheets and threw away the ruined bedding in the dumpster. She napped again and finally grabbed something to eat before heading to work. She was still walking stiffly and hoped no one noticed or asked her about it. Jess checked her locker, and her key and ID were in it, just like he said. She was relieved by that, not that she would have done anything had he refused to get them back. Jessica had all but stopped fighting him. She wanted him despite how he treated her. She ached to hear him call her a good girl. To kiss her gently. Even to hurt her, though she didn't want another anal experience like that. If she was good, if she was better, maybe he wouldn't do that again. She realized that that was a fucked up thought but couldn't help it. She couldn't help herself anymore. She put away her returned items and started work.

She texted him once from the store bathroom, pulling up her bra and shirt before sending him a picture of her topless. She tried to smile in it, but it was awkward, so she deleted it and sent him one without a smile. He didn't respond, but she didn't expect him to. About an hour later, he finally did, just a simple "Good Girl," but it made her smile. That helped carry her through the day, and moving around eased the pain, though using the bathroom was still painful. The day went by quickly enough, and Jessica headed home, eager to take another hot shower and crash. She was still very fatigued from the prior night's events and wanted to sleep. She pulled in and headed to her apartment but was yelled at by her roommate the second she walked in.

"Listen, I don't give a fuck what you do in your own time, but if you give someone a key to the place, fucking let me know. Your boyfriend scared me half to death. I thought we were being fucking robbed," her roommate said to her.

"What? He was here?" Jessica said, confused. She had expected him to come, sooner or later, but only when she was there. She knew he knew she wouldn't be here today due to work. "What was he doing?"

"I'm not you're fucking keeper! He fucking weirds me out, though, and you just gave him a key without even asking. I didn't even know the fucking dude until last night. Just don't pull shit like that again without asking or telling me first!" her roommate screamed before walking into her bedroom and slamming the door. Jessica frowned, shaking, scared to know what he had done while she had been gone. She slowly walked to her bedroom door, shaking, like she expected it to open up and devour her.

When she opened her bedroom door, she first noticed the bed. Or, more accurately, what was and wasn't on it. The bland but fresh sheets she had put on them appeared to be gone. She assumed they were anyway. A new thick maroon comforter was atop her bed, along with new pillows. She didn't see her body pillow anywhere, which made her anxious. It was one of the few things she had brought from her home. A new body pillow was there, but that piece of her past seemed lost. On the bed was a small gift box, elegantly wrapped, with a letter resting on it. Jess's heart hammered in her chest as she approached it, shutting the door behind her. She delicately picked up the letter and opened it as if it were some trap that would explode.

"Dearest Jessica," the letter read. I couldn't resist visiting your lovely little home today while you were gone. I made some much-needed changes and got rid of some things. Don't touch the cameras or turn off your new laptop. A good girl like you should always be seen. When you're done exploring, make sure to thank me."

Jessica dropped the letter in almost absolute horror. She turned and looked around the room, noticing for the first time the new additions he mentioned. In both corners of her bedroom, by the door, were cameras facing her bed. She looked at them before slowly walking into her bathroom. He had been busy there as well. Another camera was in the corner, facing down, able to view her on her toilet. And in the shower. Her curtain had been removed and replaced, just like her bedding. Now, there was simply a transparent plastic sheet that would hide absolutely nothing from the camera. Jess started hyperventalating, so she sat on the toilet, overwhelmed and trembling. After a few minutes, she got back up and headed into her room.

As he had also mentioned, there was a laptop with multiple cables running to it. Jess knew those were from the cameras. The computer also faced her bed, and she went up to it. Part of her wanted to throw it on the ground and stomp on it. However, she was terrified to know what he would do if she did that. Or what he wouldn't do. She then went to her dresser and started going through the drawers. Slowly at first, then furiously, tossing out clothes as she went through it. She screamed, pulled out some, tossed them to the floor, and ran to her closet. It was the same. Jessica stepped out and just collapsed, almost fainting from the shock. Nothing there was hers. Nothing. Every single article of her clothing, save what she wore, was gone. Her shoes were gone. Her diary was gone. Her socks and underwear were gone. He'd taken it all from her. Replaced. Almost every bit of clothing she had now was brighter, more revealing, shorter, or sluttier. Her tennis shoes were gone, save the ones she wore. Replaced with multiple pairs of dress shoes, one pair of flats, the rest heeled, some impossibly tall. Every bra was showy, push-up, or not decent to wear in public. Most of them had cutouts, so her nipples would be exposed. Thongs and crotchless underwear with stockings replaced most of her basic panties. Just one pack of them remained with a note that said: "For period use only." In one day, he had replaced and taken everything she had of value.

She sat down as her mind and heart raced. Jessica had no idea what to do. What to say. Everything was too fast, too much, and she felt like nothing was in her control. Her bed felt wrong under her; the fabric was too soft and nice. She gripped her new body pillow and hugged it, but it also felt wrong. There were no lumps in it. It smelled new. Her life wasn't imbued in it. It didn't smell of her or home. That was gone now. Forever gone. She looked over at her bedside table. She dreaded looking there. She pulled it open. Her vibrator was gone. Everything that she had placed in there was gone. Little mementos she'd gathered since moving out, ticket stubs, fragments of her life since she had left home. Not that that drawer was empty. Quite the opposite. It was now stuffed full of sex toys. A sizeable vibrating wand. Dildos of all sizes and shapes. Strange-looking toys. Handcuffs. A paddle. She closed the drawer and cried for her lost life for a few minutes before finally sitting up. The small box was still there, waiting for her, forgotten in her distress. She looked at the cameras watching her, then leaned over and picked up the box. She opened it slowly, carefully, fearful of what was inside. She was almost numb now. She unfolded the container and reached inside.

It was heavy in her hand. She'd seen them before, in porn videos, but never in person. She looked at it and found it strangely shiny and pretty. Especially the end of it. It was a bright pink, with thick black lettering. The stainless steel anal plug in her hand had two words printed on the broad base. Good Girl. She laughed then, as well as cried, holding it. She didn't know what to think or feel anymore. And she didn't know if any of those thoughts or feelings even mattered. Her phone rang, and she answered it without thinking.

"Yes," she said, staring at the plug in her hand.

"Are you?" he asked her. Her heart jumped when she heard his voice. "Are you a good girl?" She could hear his breathing on the line. It took her a moment to realize he had to be watching her from the cameras. She was empty. Hollow. She nodded slowly and meekly.

"Yes Sir," was all she could force out.

"What do you say when someone gives you new things," he said, chiding her gently.

"T... Thank you, Sir," she said to the man who had taken almost everything she owned away from her.

"There is lube with all your new toys. Good girls wear their presents. Understand?" he said. His voice was so smooth and calm compared to the raging void in Jessica's heart.

"Yes Sir," was again all she said. However, she stood up and pulled open the drawer. Jessica got out the lube and used it on the anal plug and then fingered her ass after hiking up her skirt. She'd seen plenty of videos, so she knew what to do. The metal felt cool as it touched her tender, raw skin, and she whimpered as she pushed it slowly inside her. The pain was almost unbearable for a moment as the bulb stretched her injured ass more than it ever had been before. It felt impossible, and she was about to stop when it was suddenly sucked in, filling her. She felt so strange, complete, with a weight in her ass that had never been there before, reminding her of who and what she was. She put the phone by her mouth to tell him she was done, but he knew that already.

"That was such a good thing you just did. I'm so proud of you. You're such a good girl. Say it. Say, I'm a good girl," he ordered.

"I... I'm a good girl," she said, not believing it.

"You'll know that's true one day, cunt. Now smile for the cameras and wave to everyone. Tomorrow, I want you to wear something pretty to work. No more plain jane bullshit. Just nothing that would get you in trouble at work. Understand?"

"Y... yes Sir," she replied. Shaking, then slowly waving at the camera.

"Good girl," he said and hung up the phone, leaving her alone. She sat back down on the bed slowly, feeling the plug press against her as she stared around her room, random thoughts running through her head all at once and at a million miles an hour.

"Wait...," she thought, her brow furrowed, "what did he mean by wave to everyone?"