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Chapter 7: Chapter 7 - Date night, part 1Summary:Jessica's life is now being streamed as she stops fighting and accepts it. She is finally taken out on a date but soon realizes that far more is planned beyond that.

Chapter Text"That's it, now spread your legs so the camera can see you better, cunt," I told the confused, desperate little woman on my video screen. I watched as Jessica followed my orders. She'd been muted since she'd found the changes I had done for her. The look of resignation on her face was the best thing I could have hoped for. She parted her legs and pushed the Hitachi wand that I had gotten her against her sex. Despite her crushed ego, I could see the pleasure erupt on her face. Her soul was shattered, but her physical responses to stimuli still worked just fine. I savored her moan as her mound vibrated so much I could see her juices flying, thanks to the 4K camera recording her. It had cost me a pretty penny to redo her room, but considering her viewership, I would profit in less than a week. Some of the men watching her were already asking how much a private session with her would be. But Jessica didn't know about that yet. That was a surprise to come later. I smiled and watched as she pushed the head of the wand inside her eager cunt. Her thin lips swallowed the wand even as it made them shake as she twitched against it. Jessica threw her head back as the vibrations overwhelmed her. I knew she was pressing it tightly against her clit. She started to convulse so wonderfully.

"Pull the wand away just as you cum, you dirty little bitch," I said gleefully. And she did, just as I knew she would. She pulled it away as her legs shook, her breathing grew ragged, and then she started squirting. The men online were ecstatic when they saw my broken bitch spraying her slut juices on her floor. They called her various names, all probably true, or would be when I was done with her. Jess twitched more as her body finished its powerful orgasm. Her cheeks were flushed, and she struggled to breathe. I wished I was there to fuck her. Instead, I forced myself to relax.

"Good girl, such a good girl. I'm so proud of you. See, isn't that so much better than the old silly vibrator you used to have?" I asked her. She nodded, then, once her breath was back, responded.

"Y... yes Sir. It is. T... Thank you," she said meekly, her legs splayed open on her bed. I zoomed in on her still twitching cunt, then responded back on the phone.

"Good Girl. That was a very good girl. In fact, because you were such a good girl, I'm gonna take you out tonight. Would you like that?" I watched as she rolled over to her phone and took it off of speaker, holding it as she looked at the camera.

"You're... You're coming here tonight?" she asked. I loved the confusion on her face. I loved that because of what I'd done, she assumed me going out was going to her place. That was good.

"No, you silly, stupid girl. I'll take you out to a nice restaurant. You can order some drinks, wear a pretty outfit, and we'll have a good time. Ok?"

"But I'm not 21," she said, sitting up. Her desperate need for approval was beating her broken resignation. That spark and craving for acceptance were what made this so much fun.

"I have a new ID for you, so don't you worry about that. You know you can't think for shit, so just let me do it, ok?" I said. The wince she made was delightful. Cuts still hurt, which meant I had so much more work to do with her.

"Oh... Ok, Sir," she said. Resignation took hold of her again. I licked my lips, almost tasting it.

"Now, get cleaned up, and I'll text you later when to be ready and what you are to wear. Understand?"

"Yes Sir," she said, her voice almost monotone.

"Good girl," I said and hung up on her. I watched her for a moment longer, grinning like an idiot. This was more fun than I could have ever imagined. The cameras were motion-sensitive, so they auto-switched to the bathroom feed as she entered it. I watched as Jessica put her face in her hands and shook, crying a bit. It was all too much for her. And I would never let up on that pressure. I wanted her to be nothing but a hypersexual ball of nerves. I left the computer and let it continue doing its thing. Later, I would approve any new subscribers who wanted 24/7 access to her bedroom and bathroom. Animals like Jessica didn't need privacy. She only thought she did. She'd freak at first and then likely chase their approval even if it took her off a cliff. I had zero doubt she'd be chatting and doing shows for them in no time.

I showered and then went about my day. I was off, so I made a few crucial calls to set some things up, bought a few things, and made sure everything was ready. Then, I sent some messages to some of her new "subscribers," letting them know how much she loved CNC and being used. They all got the same speech. They all were told how she craved all this. I didn't know if they believed it, and I didn't care. None of them wanted to rescue her. Like me, they knew what she was. A born victim. Finally, I texted Jessica that I would be by at 8pm and told her what to wear. I wasn't gonna push her straight into the deep end. Not yet.

I wore a nice dress shirt, slim tie, and dress slacks. It was too hot to wear a jacket, and we weren't going anywhere fancy enough to wear that or a suit anyway. I pulled up at 8pm, and Jessica was already waiting outside as instructed. I opened my door and took her in. She wore a short red dress that clung tightly to her slim form. She was beautiful in it, but she needed more curves. If I made enough money from her, I thought I might even help her with that. Without a doubt, I did plan to modify her body somewhat. Not that she needed to worry about details like that. She didn't have a bra on, and the thin fabric did little to hide her perky little nipples. She had a tiny purse. I knew it only held some tissues, some lube, makeup, and condoms, in addition to some money I had left for her. She had her heels on, 3 inchers that she seemed to be having just a bit of difficulty walking in. Practice would take care of that problem. Lastly, I didn't see it, but I knew her "Good Girl" plug was nestled deeply inside her ass.

"You look beautiful," I said, and I meant it. Jess was wearing a bit too much makeup. She was still learning how to use it properly without overdoing it. But I liked that desperation. I planned to feed on it. She beamed as I told her that. I walked over and opened the door for her, and as she stepped up, I pulled her close and kissed her. She tasted of fear, anxiety, lust, and need. I cupped her ass, squeezed it, felt the plug, then kissed her on the top of the head. She was literally glowing. Her lipstick had smeared a bit, which meant she did use the cheap stuff I'd supplied her. I smiled as I wiped it off my lips.

"You're such a good girl, Jessica. I mean it. You look stunning," I told her. She blushed even redder, and I had to hold back a laugh.

"Thank you, Sir," she said as she nervously sat in my car. I closed her door and got in. I rested my hand on her thigh while I watched her nervously try to adjust her dress. She had no panties under it, so she was keenly aware of the difficulty of sitting down and not exposing herself. I wanted her hyper-aware of her cunt possibly being on display at all times. I gave her leg a soft squeeze, and we drove off. I took her to a nice little bar restaurant. Nothing too fancy, but it wasn't cheap either. I opened her door since I was a gentleman and led her in. She made for wonderful arm candy, and I saw several jealous looks as she held my arm and walked beside me. I had us sit in a booth in the back, visible but not in the middle of everything. Despite enough room for four, I had her sit next to me. I ordered drinks for us. Two Long Island Ice Teas. I handled all the ordering, in fact. Jessica didn't mind. She was too busy fussing with her dress.

"Relax," I told her, handing her the drink. I smiled as she took a long sip before looking at it. I wondered if she knew how strong those "teas" could be.

"Wow, that tastes... it's not what I expected," she said. I didn't ask, but I figured the only alcohol she'd ever had was cheap vodka or beer. I briefly wondered when her first real drink was. Not a sip, but full-on drunk. I imagined it was earlier than was appropriate. I hoped it was. I smiled and sipped the water, letting her drink her first Long Island entirely too fast. I ordered a nice ribeye steak for myself and a salad for her. I wasn't worried about her pigging out or gaining weight. It was about control, and I wanted her to have an empty stomach. We chatted about meaningless stuff, but she was glued to me, especially when I asked things about her. I honestly listened, but as I did, I put my hand on her leg, slowly sliding it up. It was cute how she excitedly talked, drowning in the tiny bit of attention I was giving her until she realized how far my hand had slid up. She froze, looked around the bar, and then her eyes were on me, pleading with those puppy dog eyes.

"Yes, my good little girl?" I asked her quietly. She didn't respond. She knew what I wanted. Reluctantly, she parted her legs. I felt her slick slit, already seeping juices from the attention, though probably worsened by the drink she had just finished. I pushed the second drink to her as I pressed my middle finger into her wet little hole. Her cheeks flushed even more. Despite her internal protest, I could tell she enjoyed the "wickedness" of what was happening. She squirmed on my finger as I pushed it up to the knuckle before adding a second finger to her, curling them until I found her nub. She moaned and tensed around my hand. I leaned against her ear, breathed on it, and saw the hairs on her neck stand up.

"Say I'm a good fuck slut," I said, enjoying Jessica's nervousness as people drank and ate around us. I shoved in a third finger to drive the point home to her.

"I... I... I'm a good fuck slut," she said, blushing as a waitress walked right past us. I stopped the woman, leaning forward but not removing my fingers from Jessica's drenched slit as I asked for another Long Island. The waitress ran off as I pulled my fingers out of Jess and presented them to her. She looked around, then licked them quickly as I handed her my drink. She worked on it a little bit too quickly, much to my enjoyment, as our food finally arrived. By the time she finished her salad, she had drank 3 and was working on our fourth. I, of course, kept encouraging her to drink more. I unzipped my pants and put her hand around my cock, and the drunk little cunt stroked it. She was so much better this way. This way, she knew exactly what she was. By the time we left, she'd had four long islands, and as we exited, I gently guided her into the alley behind the bar. She stumbled along, unaware we were heading the wrong way, until we reached a dumpster. I bent her against it, to which she protested as she touched something on the metal that grossed her out.

"Ewww, what... no... no... not here," she slurred, but I pushed her harder against it. She gripped the filthy metal, her face right at the open lid. I heard her retch and laughed as I kicked her legs apart.

"Time to earn your dinner," I said as I pulled up her dress around her waist and effortlessly slid inside her pussy. She was soaked, and she grunted with me as I filled her to the hilt. "God, you're such a nasty cunt. Letting me fuck you with the trash. Tell me you're fucking trash, Jessica. Tell me this is where you belong," I said as I started fucking her roughly, mashing her sides as I slammed my cock into her again and again.

"I... I'm fucking trash," she admitted. She wasn't repeating after me. I knew she felt this way to the bone. "I belong in a fucking dumpster," she said as she started pushing back, slamming her ass against my cock as I pounded her sopping hole. I balled her short hair in my hand, jerked her head back, and told her the fucking truth.

"Yes, you do. You should be fucked used and thrown away!" I told her as I leaned down and spat on her face. Then I quickened my pace, shuddering and filling her cunt with my seed. I kept myself in her, enjoying how she clung to the nasty dumpster to hold herself up before pulling out. I pushed her to her knees, and with muddy gravel digging into them, she cleaned off my cock. I then pulled her up by her hair before gently kissing her lips, cheek, wet eyes, and forehead.

"Good girl. I'm so proud of you. Let's go," I said, holding her steady as she drunkenly walked with me. I glanced down at her legs and watched as a clump of white cum ran down them. Her dress was still hiked up pretty high, and her ass was almost showing. As I opened the car door for her, I pulled her dress up, and she didn't even realize as she sat down that her bottom was exposed. I got in, and as we drove off, I pulled her head down to my crotch. She unzipped me and, without prompting, started sucking my cock. When we got to a stoplight, I forced her up and down roughly, enjoying hearing her gag. When she began choking too hard, I stopped, not wanting her to puke all over my car. Then we drove in silence, except for her sloppy blowjob, until we arrived at our next destination.

"We're here," I said as I pulled her up, zipped myself, and got her out. Her eyeliner was running, and her lipstick was smeared. Her eyes were dull and sluggish, but she still seemed eager. It took her entirely too long to realize we weren't back at her place.

"W... where... where are we?" she asked as I led her to the door, opening it and pushing her inside. She winced at the bright lights as she tugged at her dress, confused. I watched as she stared at the men in the building, at the rows of sex toys and costumes, and finally saw recognition flicker in her tiny little mind.

"Oh dear Jessica, I never said I was taking you home," I said as I led her into the sex shop, ready to introduce her to the video booths and glory holes.

Chapter 8: Chapter 8 - Date night, part 2Summary:Jessica is taken to an adult sex store and theater, where her older co-worker has her drunkenly give attention to many, many men.

Chapter TextJessica stumbled as she tugged at her dress. Everything was too bright here, and it smelled funny. There were several men inside the sex store, including the one behind the counter. She suddenly became very aware that they were all staring at her. She didn't even know why she was there. She had plenty of toys now, thanks to him. He pulled her along with him, and she did her best to keep up with the heels he had her in. Her head was pounding, though, and why was every man staring so intently at her? Jessica didn't realize her makeup had run, her lipstick was smeared, or she looked like a drunk opportunity for fun. She only followed him in confusion as he gave the employee behind the counter, who licked his lips at her, a twenty and was given a stack of ones in return. Then he put his arm around her waist, and Jessica felt better until he started leading her towards a curtain. She saw on the wall next to it a stack of movies displayed, and understanding finally hit her drunken mind.

She walked through the curtain, and the peculiar smell only intensified. Where they had entered now was a rectangular hallway filled with doors. Booths. Some fragment of her mind was sober enough to recall a memory from some porn video she had watched. Those were all video booths. But why? He could make her watch porn with him anywhere. Then, another faint memory entered her mind. What happened at places like these.

"I... I wanna go," she said, meekly tugging his arm. "I'll be good," Jessica declared, her words slurred by the alcohol. He smiled at her. It wasn't the nice smile. It was the one that scared her. The one that seemed to mean he was about to take away something else from her.

"Oh, don't worry, my drunk little cunt," he said. "You're gonna be very, very good," he told Jessica as he led her down the hallway. As they approached the middle, he started checking open booths for something. Jessica just held on to his arm for stability and comfort as she saw a group of men watching her from the end of the hallway. It was like they were waiting for something. She felt him tug her arm and looked away from the men as he led her into a booth. It stank of stale cigarettes, and when she saw the mess on the floor, she realized what the smell that was everywhere was. It was cum. Sour smelling cum. The booth was tiny, with both of them there, but he pressed himself into the corner and started inserting money into the TV built into the wall. Porn flicked on, and he changed channels until he found the one she guessed he wanted. On it, a guy was slapping a crying girl. Jessica understood that he had a type.

"Jess, do be a good girl and clean up that mess on the floor," he said, pointing to the cum. She frowned at it, then saw a roll of paper towels sitting on a stool. However, he slapped her hand hard when she reached for it. The pain was sharp, and she pulled her hand to her chest and rubbed it.

"Hey... what?" she said, looking at him confused. He made the scary smile again at her.

"Use your dress to wipe it up. Take it off."

"But...," she started to say, then his look grew dark. Instead of finishing her sentence, Jessica pulled her dress off, leaving her naked except for the "Good Girl" plug in her ass and her heels, and knelt down. She didn't know why she was crying. Jessica knew she should have expected this. Deep down, she knew he didn't give a damn about her. But when she knelt awkwardly and wiped up the cum with her new dress, she saw the smile she craved. The happy one.

"Good girl," he said, and she blushed. It was so fucking stupid how those words made her feel, but god, did she want them. She finished cleaning up, and as she got ready to stand back up, she saw it. A circular hole. A circular hole with a man staring at her naked body as she wiped up cum from the floor. Jessica froze as the man in the other booth stood up, unzipped, and shoved his cock through the hole. It was just inches from her face.

"Go ahead, Jessica, be a good girl," he told her as he pulled out his camera. As the light turned on, she knew he planned to record it. "Don't keep him waiting. What do you think we are here for?" he told her as he grabbed the back of her neck and shoved her towards the cock. Jessica closed her eyes tightly, then gave up. She knelt down and winced at the dirty cock. Then she opened her mouth, holding the stranger's cock, as she went down on him. He tasted dirty. Not like he'd been in someone's ass, not like her panties had tasted. No, they tasted like he hadn't showered in a week. Like he never cleaned his junk. Jessica closed her eyes tighter as he filmed her sucking off the stranger, the phone's light illuminating her face. She tried to put it out of her mind, and in her stupor, it was easy. Jessica had been drunk before. She'd sucked cock while drunk more times than she cared to count. This was no different.

She settled into a rhythm, bobbing up and down, swirling her tongue around the strange man's cock, her right hand holding the shaft, slowly pumping as her head moved faster and faster. It was no longer a strange man's cock. It was the hated one. And she sucked furiously, as she had learned to do when she wanted it over quickly. She felt the thin wall shake as the stranger on the other side pressed against it, thrusting again and again against her mouth. She felt his hand in her hair, shoving her head against the stranger's cock. The unknown man was too small to hit her throat, but he came close, tickling it, lightly gagging her. Then the cock shoved as deep as it could and spurted, right down her throat, coating it with cum. She didn't know who he was. She never would. Part of her hated that. Part of her loved it.

"Open that whore mouth and show me," she was told. Jessica did, opening her mouth. Her stomach gurgled a bit, though whether from the alcohol or the cum, she wasn't sure. She hiccupped and laughed; when he laughed with her, she felt prettier for some reason. Then he pointed to the opposite side of the booth, where another cock was waiting. She waddled on her knees to it and started sucking. Nothing mattered. Nothing but the cocks. She sure didn't. She didn't want to either. She let her mind fade away, let the alcohol do its job, as she mechanically, but without reservation, started sucking the cock there. The stranger on this side had a thinner cock, but a longer one. When her face was again pushed right against the wood, she let him as the random cock rammed against her throat through it. He held her head as the unknown man fucked her mouth, gagging on it. She felt his fingers touch her ass, her cunt, as he started fingering her slick hole. Between both of them, she started rocking. No thoughts ran through her mind anymore. She just gobbled the cock and got finger fucked. It felt natural. It felt right.

Before long, the cock jabbing her mouth sped up, then suddenly it was gone. Jessica drunkenly stared at the glory hole, panting from the three fingers pumping in her. She didn't know why the stranger was jerking himself off instead of cumming in her. Some dim part of her brain was almost insulted as Jessica felt rejected. Then the stranger shoved the tip against the opening, but before she could take him in her mouth again, he exploded on her. Warm, thick cum pasted her face and her chest, much of it splattering on her ruined dress on the floor, collecting more cum. When she started to wipe off her face, he slapped the back of her head hard, making her wince.

"Leave it. Wear that with pride, cunt," Mr. Jenkins told her, and she nodded. He tugged her over to the other side, where another cock waited for her. She started on it as she was fingered roughly. She didn't feel human. Part of her never wanted to feel human again. It was so easy to let go. Just accept it. And it felt so good. His fingers danced both inside and out, teasing her clit and her gspot. She bucked against them as she kept draining cocks. Each load made her belly more full, made her a bit more nauseous, and made her a bit more sober. Each load emptied on her face made her feel that much less human. She was just a beast. An animal. And it felt good. She wished he had gotten her drunker, she thought, as two cocks became four. When four became eight, she wished he had obliterated her mind. Women screamed on the screen. He made sure it was always something abusive. Women being hit, slapped, choked, sobbing. Broken. Ruined. Just like her. She had hoped she'd escaped her past and started a new life, but Jessica knew she never would now. She should have dispaired at that thought, but it only made her wilder. Jessica choked herself harder on the random cocks. When he slapped her, she begged for more. Jessica mashed her nose against the wall, smashing her face against it in a desperate attempt to choke even more. She was dizzy, either from lack of air or drinking, but she never wanted it to stop.

At some point, the eight had become fourteen or maybe fifteen. Jess had long stopped counting. Her stomach roiled. Cum dripped from her coated face and body. She'd swallowed more cum than she had ever thought possible. She panted, weaving when he stood her up. Jessica desperately wanted him to kiss her, but he almost looked disgusted at her cream-drenched face. Her legs were nearly numb, and her knees burned. She was glad it was finally over, though. She was exhausted, her throat hurt, and was so raw she wasn't even sure if she could talk. He gave her a hug from the side, avoiding the fluids on her face and chest, and she started bawling for some reason. The contact felt so reassuring. She felt his hand snake down to her ass, massaging it, before gripping the plug and slowly pulling it out. She tensed and grunted, and once he popped it out, he presented it to her like a pacifier. She took it in her mouth, sucking it as her eyes searched his for approval.

"That's such a good girl," he said, making her smile around the dirty plug in her mouth. "We're almost done here," he told her as he picked up her tiny purse, rummaging through it until he pulled out a condom and some lube. He squirted it on his finger, then returned to her ass, pressing his finger inside her, coating her asshole with it. She was happy to be lubed again before he pushed the plug back inside her. She didn't know what the condom was for until he pointed to the large, black cock being waved at her. He put the condom in her hand, and she shrugged, opening it and slowly working it on the black man's cock. It was easily the thickest she'd seen tonight and possibly the longest. She didn't understand why he wanted her to suck that cock with a condom on, though. It wasn't until he kept her from kneeling and instead turned her around that she finally understood.

"Mppghhhh," Jessica exclaimed around the anal plug in her mouth. But he only shushed her as he pulled the stool before her, then adjusted her body. She let him, scared, both of what he would do if she said no, but also of the cock that was about to use her. He had her bend her knees as she leaned against the stool while he pushed her back. She felt the cock hit her taint, pressing as it searched for her holes. When it slid against her lips, she relaxed a bit until he pushed her hips further down. When the next thrust happened, it didn't miss its target. The black cock thrust hard, and if Mr. Jenkins hadn't been in the booth holding her hips, she would have pulled away in pain. Instead, she screamed around the steel toy in her mouth as the thick cock was slowly fucked further and deeper into her ass. He pushed her back against it until her ass was flush against the glory hole as a strange black man raped her ass. Everything until this moment, she'd at least enjoyed, but this felt like her insides were being torn apart. And then, he knelt beside her and started fingering her cunt again while the stranger reamed her ass. She sobbed, but her legs parted wider of their own accord as her breathing got more and more ragged. Despite the brutal pain she was in, she found herself pushing back more and more.

"That's it, cum while some fucking stranger rapes your whore ass," he told her as he fingered roughly. She was in pain, almost hysterical, as she sucked on the metal pacifier. At the same time, she pinched her nipples and ground against the fingers and cock invading her holes. She'd never felt such deep, intense pain, and part of her suddenly wished it tore her up forever. When that thought ran through her mind, her body convulsed and shuddered. Her tensing set off the strange cock deep in her bowels, and while it didn't coat her guts, she felt it twitch inside her. Jessica squirted on the floor and almost collapsed. The man in the other booth stayed in her ass for a minute, then slowly pulled out. When he did, she was pushed to the ground. She reached through the hole, and the stranger let her pull the condom off his cock. As she pulled her hand back, they knelt to watch her. The camera was on again, recording her as she dumped the cum in her mouth before tossing the condom in the trash. He smiled down at her, pulled her up, then removed the plug in her mouth. In one rough shove, he plugged her battered ass again and spit on her face.

"Good girl," he told her, handing her the ruined dress. He refused to let clean up her face, so she put it on. The cold cum spots clung to her skin, and she knew she looked like the cheapest whore on the planet. Several men took pictures as they left the building, leering at her. She had trouble walking to the car, and when she sat down, it was the last thing she remembered from the night.

She woke early the following day, somehow in bed. Her gut rumbled, and she ran for the toilet. She barely made it as she started puking violently. It felt like the entire contents of her stomach were forcing themselves out. A red light blinked as an unknown number of people watched her vomit up copious amounts of cum. She didn't know; she wouldn't have cared if she had. She stared at the toilet's contents, then weaved back to bed, crying, before taking out the Hitachi. In the dark, watched by her audience, she sobbed and came to the memory of everything she had done that night. She knew it was only getting more extreme. He was getting worse. And that thought only made her cum harder.

Chapter 9: Chapter 9 - A late night visit with sleeping beautySummary:Mr. Jenkins decides to visit Jessica in the middle of the night as he pushes her beyond her endurance. Finally, something has to break.

Chapter TextI truly enjoyed myself the following week with Jessica. Some shift had happened inside her, and her eyes seemed a little less bright. I could tell there were fewer internal battles going on in her mind. She was less conflicted and more accepting of what her life was now. I visited her the very next night. She was beautiful in bed, snoring away as the night vision exposed her every movement. I had waited until the feed showed her roommate had left. She was increasingly avoiding the apartment, likely spending more time with her boyfriend. Neither of them had found the smaller cameras I had placed. That was good as it made my life simpler. I didn't want to deal with her unless I had to.

Instead, I watched my sleeping beauty from my car as I left the liquor store with a cheap fifth of vodka. Another gift for her, one that I would hope she would be grateful for. It was time to start knocking down her support structures and removing the safety ropes in her life. I wanted nothing except for her to realize the only thing she could count on was me. To be there, always watching, always using, constantly abusing her. My cock stiffened just at the thought of all the things that were coming her way. I parked outside her apartment, rechecked the cameras, and messaged her "supporters" online that the show was about to start. I wondered how many would think this was just a simple CNC. Some of them would know the truth. They would know because they had been in my place before. I unlocked the door to her apartment, then quietly locked, deadbolted, and used the security chain. That way, no one could easily surprise us.

I entered her bedroom, and there she was, snoring. She had crashed early, still worn out from the night before. Every time she used the toilet, she had cried the most delicious tears. But what I had enjoyed the most was this morning's masturbation session. Her desperate need was evident, and I felt compelled to visit her the first time she slept alone. I hadn't exactly planned on it being so soon, as I had to work, but there was no way I would let the opportunity pass me by. She needed to learn that there was no rest. That something could happen to her at any time.

As I entered her room, I left the lights off and gently set down the vodka. She had just the sheet over her, with the comforter pushed off to the side of the bed. The room illuminated briefly as a car drove by in the distance. I walked up to her bed, staring down at her form. Gently, I pulled down her sheets until she was uncovered. She was nude. Whether she always slept that way or only did it because she thought I might be watching, I didn't know. Either way, I approved. I leaned down, inhaled, and almost laughed out loud. Even asleep, her cunt was juicy. Again, I wondered how much was due to whoever had fucked her up in her past. I needed to shake their hands and show them what had happened to her since. She curled up a bit, chilled, and I slowly opened her bedside table. Among the many toys was the lube I was looking for. I undressed and started slathering up my cock. As I did so, I waved to our audience. I hoped they would enjoy the show.

Jessica started to scream the second I jumped on her bed. She was mostly on her side, but I hopped on and shoved her face down into her pillow. She was thrashing, kicking, and twisting, desperate to fight me off. I could have stopped her with a word. Told her it was me. But that would have been boring. This was absolute terror, a real struggle. Something she wasn't offering me anymore. I grabbed her head and as fast I could, jerked it up and down, slamming her face into the pillow and mattress again and again. It wouldn't do any actual harm and would likely hurt her nose more than her head, but I enjoyed rattling her brain just a little bit. I then put my elbow on the back of her neck, pressing down, as I started fingering and lubing her tender ass. I knew she hadn't had time to recover. Her bathroom crying had shown me that. But I didn't fucking care. She struggled, sobbing and wailing into her pillow. But the best part was when I kicked her legs apart with mine and started pressing against her ass. She just went limp. She knew what she was.

Despite her relaxing, her struggles resumed as I shoved inside her ass. My cock wasn't the monster that had reamed her last night, but it was more than up to the task. I put my hands on her shoulder blades and kept her prone, literally fucking the shit out of her. Without prep and after last night's abuse, it got messier than I usually enjoyed. But it wasn't my ass, and it wasn't my bed that was getting ruined. That was her problem. After about two minutes, her struggles ceased. She kept sobbing hysterically, but she didn't move or try anything. She took it like the good girl she was. I sped up my tempo, my balls slapping against her, until I finally nutted deep in her battered rectum. I put my weight on her, shook her head hard, and then raised up. I winced at the mess that was on my cock and the smell now filling the room. I briefly considered making her clean it up, but it was too much. Instead, I used her sheets to get most of it off, then went to the bathroom to wash off the rest. When I came back, she still hadn't moved. She just sobbed in the dark. I smiled despite the stink in the room and turned on the light.

"That was such a good girl, Jessica. Taking all that. I'm very proud of you," I said, almost mockingly, to her. She looked up at me, recognizing my voice. Her eyes were red and streaked with tears. She just grabbed her pillow and started sobbing even harder. "Now, now, is that any way to thank me? Is it Jessica?" I asked. She whimpered for several seconds more, struggling to get her breath back before looking at me.

"Th... th... th... thank you, Sir," she said. After she did, I knelt down, turned her on her side, ignored the smell, and kissed her on the mouth, then her eyes and forehead. I patted her head, picked up her plug sitting beside the bed, and pushed it in her ass as she cried some more. Then I left her and the stench of her apartment.

When I woke up the following day, I checked the video feed for the night. Jessica had sat in her filthy bed for an hour before finally going to the bathroom and showering. When she returned, she used her Hitachi and even aimed herself at the camera. The delicious part was when Jessica started sobbing after she orgasmed. Watching the weight of realization hit her about how pathetic she was was glorious. When Jessica got to work that afternoon, I was already there. I loved how stiffly she moved. She looked so miserable and doubly so whenever she came out of the bathroom. I swore she was even a bit paler as well, though maybe that was just hopeful wishing. By the end of her shift, she looked positively exhausted. I walked up to her once we were alone, kissed her, then bent her over. She didn't resist as I fucked her in her pussy. I slid in without much resistance. It seemed like she was like a perpetual fountain. Moist at all times and juicy the second someone forced her. I dumped my load in her and took her to my car. She gave a sad little frown when I kept her from hers but said nothing as we drove again to the adult theater.

This time she sucked off only six men before we left, with two loads of cum dripping off of her face. I took her to her car, and she drove off, then I returned home. I watched on the feed as she attacked the vodka the second she got back, just as I had hoped. Her audience and I enjoyed her getting plastered before taking out one of the dildos and fucking herself. During that, I texted her a single order. When she turned to better face the camera and started slapping her face as she fucked the fake cock, I got so hard. More offers were also coming in from her "fans" and "supporters." So many people wanted to do "CNC" with her.

The rest of the week went much the same. I "visited" Jessica one other night, this time fucking her cunt as she sobbed, half awake. I decided to let her ass recover before something serious happened. I didn't want my fun to be interrupted. However, no matter how tired she was, we went by the adult theater after work. There, she spent at least an hour on her knees, letting strange men fuck her mouth. She swallowed load after load as I recorded them. I loved the way she winced every time someone spurted on her face. Then the slow walk out, while men talked and pointed as cum dripped down her face and clothing. She was so pliable. She just did what I wanted.

Saturday, I took her home from the adult theater. She was drunk when I had picked her up and had gotten drunker while we were there, sipping from my flask. Sipping might be the wrong word. She chugged it. I watched with pleasure as she face fucked her throat raw on random cocks, and then later, I slowly fucked her ass while another man pumped her mouth full of cum. It was hilarious when one of the men pissed while she was blowing them. She freaked at the hot piss filled her mouth and jerked back. That just let him piss on her instead. She went quiet after that, just going through the motions. I think knowing she was now a piss drinker had fucked with her stupid little mind. We left not long after that, and when we walked into her apartment, her roommate just stared at Jessica, her mouth agape as she walked past her. Her black dress was clearly wet, there was dried cum on it and on her chin, and her makeup and lipstick were smeared to high heaven. I winked at the roommate, and she ran to her room while I followed Jessica to hers. There, she picked up the latest bottle of vodka I had gotten her as she started drinking.

"Why?" she asked, setting down the bottle as she stepped out of the dress. She stumbled a bit, but her eyes were unusually sharp. I was intrigued.

"Why what?" I replied, slowly stripping out of my clothes. I hadn't planned on fucking her, but something primal was building up in me and, I think, her as well.

"Why did you pick me out? How the fuck did you know?" she said, taking another swig of the cheap, harsh vodka. "How did you know you could do all this?" she said, waving her hand around the room. "I don't have fucking anything of my own anymore..." She was so sad and pathetic at that moment. Drunk enough to be angry. To challenge me. It only made me want her more. I gripped the skinny little cunt by the neck and shoved her into the wall. I liked how her head rebounded off it, and then I lifted her until she was on her tiptoes. I squeezed her neck harder, watching her face slowly become an entirely different color from the rest of her body.

"Because I could fucking smell you a mile away. I could see it in how you walked. How you moved. I knew I wasn't the first, and I sure as hell won't be the fucking last. I know," I said, jabbing three fingers from my free hand into her cunt, finding it sopping, "because of this," I said. I smeared her juices on her face and let her go. If not for the wall behind her, she would have fallen down. "That smell? Those juices? That is who and what you fucking are, and you know it." When she glared at me, I slapped her. That didn't stop her from glaring, so I followed it up with another slap, and then I backhanded her. She almost fell over then. Instead of falling, however, she rushed forward and shoved me. I was caught off guard by it and stumbled over her heels, landing on her bed. She was on me in a second. I half expected her to start clawing at my face, biting and hitting me. But she didn't. She was wild, she was furious, but she needed something else.

She hopped on my lap, pushed me down, and slowly mounted my cock. Curious and hard, I let her take control. I was seeing some hidden part of her and wasn't about to interrupt her. I felt this was the most honest she'd ever been around me. Jessica grabbed my wrists and shoved them against her breasts. Her breathing was erratic, her eyes almost insane.

"Pinch my nipples," she told me, a desperate need in her eyes as she rocked on my cock. "Tug them hard. Short, hard tugs. Call me Jessie. Not Jess. Not Jessica. Call me Jessie," she said as she started to cry. I did as she said. My fingertips gripped her nipples, jerking them in short, clearly painful tugs. She was sobbing harder now, fucking herself for all she was worth on my cock. "Fucking call me Jessie. Tell me to be a good girl," she screamed. I obliged.

"That's it, Jessie. Fuck my cock. Fuck it! That's right. Be a good girl, Jessie. Be a good girl, and don't tell anyone about this. It'll be our special little secret." She began to hyperventilate but only fucked me harder, impaling herself on my dick so hard I was almost afraid she was gonna hurt me. But she didn't. She took me deep, rocking back and forth as she squirted on my cock. I kept tugging her sore nipples, loving the grunting she was making as she kept milking me. "So fucking good, Jessie. You're such a good girl, aren't you? Aren't you?" I said as she started fucking me harder again. Panting, tensing on my cock, she began speaking.

"Yes, yes, I'll be fucking good. I'll be fucking good," Jessica said, and I twisted her nipples until she screamed and then came inside her. She dropped against my chest, sobbing, and I held her as she cried. We lay there for over an hour until Jessica finally stopped crying. She looked at me with a look of fear she'd never given me before. "Will... will you stay tonight?" she asked. How could I refuse? I had finally met her. I had finally met who Jessica really was.

"Yes, Jessie," I said, squeezing her between my arms. "I'll stay the night."

Chapter 10: Chapter 10 - Jessica learns she's a starSummary:Following her breakdown, during which she shows Mr. Jenkins a part of her past, he decides to invite her to his home for the night. Jessica starts the day elated, but that all soon comes crumbling down.

Chapter TextJessica rolled over in her bed, reaching for the warmth that had been there all night. The strangely comforting weight that had been draped around her hips while occasionally tweaking her bruised nipples or dipping a finger in her receptive sex. Beyond that, if she started crying, he had squeezed her gently until it had passed. She had cried so much that she didn't think she had anything left to pour out of her. Not that she felt empty. For the first time in a long time, she had felt safe, stupid as that sounded. However, her stomach twisted a bit when she realized he had left. She looked over to the bathroom, but he wasn't there either. It was only then she realized it was almost 7 am. No wonder he was gone. She sat up slowly as the room spun around her. She looked over at the vodka bottle and regretted the extra drinking she had done. She stumbled to the bathroom, shut the door, and threw up in the toilet. As she heaved, men stroked themselves while she voided herself of alcohol and cum. And piss. It hadn't been much, but she felt so dirty that it had even happened. She stood up and showered, ignoring the camera, neither showing off nor hiding from it. It was just a part of her life now, mostly forgotten about.

When she returned to her room, she saw that her phone had received a text. Her heart fluttered, and she ran over to see what it was. She knew Mr. Jenkins was far more likely to hurt her than be kind to her, but she couldn't help herself. Her eyes almost watered when he started by calling her "Jessie."

"Dear Jessie, last night was such a wonderful night. I truly mean that. I'm so glad I finally got to meet the real you. The one you hate. The one you bury away. That person, that Jessie, is lovely. I'd like to meet her more. I know we're closing tonight, so wear the clothes listed below to work, and maybe you'll spend the night at my house instead."

Jessica tried to suppress a squeal. Last night had been hard. She hadn't felt like that for a few years. It was a part of her that she had thought she had managed to bury away. Suppressed to never see the world again. But while it had shattered her emotionally to hear him call her that, to abuse her nipples until they felt like they were being torn off, it also felt good in a way that it had never felt before. She had felt like the room was more vivid, the colors were brighter, and the sex was so much more intense. Or maybe that was the alcohol talking. Part of her wanted to start drinking already. That scared her a bit, and she put away the bottle instead. She looked at his clothing list and blushed. She hadn't ever been dressed like he wanted her to be at work. But she would do it without hesitation if he wanted that as long as she got his smile or he held her as they slept again.

She pulled out the clothes he had requested for her. She hadn't worn anything like the undergarments before. She grabbed the white stockings first, pulling them on. They covered most of her legs, just stopping at her upper thigh. They were solid, showing off her muscles but none of her skin. The crotchless panties were next. She felt silly in them. There didn't seem to be a point beyond the clips that would keep her stockings from rolling down. She hooked them up and then stared at herself in the mirror. Jessica frowned at her flat ass but did somewhat enjoy the contrast of what was covered vs what was exposed. She idly touched her sex as she examined herself in the mirror, then stuck her fingertip in her mouth. She looked at the camera and smiled, giving it a spin, before finishing dressing.

The bra came next. It was one of the "special" bras. While most of them were push-up bras, this one was sheer and had a circle cut out where the nipples were. Jessica blushed at the idea of wearing them all day, then put it on. She had to adjust herself multiple times but finally got everything positioned. Her nipples were pushed out a bit by the fabric, making them seem larger and perkier than they truly were. She felt exposed, silly, and sexy all at once in them. Jessica closed her eyes and thought of Mr. Jenkins pinching her nipples again. They hurt so much, but she thought of last night and wanted that again. Jess shook, terrified by the thought. The history and memories of that came back easier than she liked, but she put them aside. Next was a skirt, black against her white stockings, going a bit above her knees. Nothing explicit or wicked, but the fabric was loose and quickly moved out of the way. The last was a blouse that was just a bit too small for her when buttoned up. That left her with a choice. Either wear it looser and show more cleavage, or button it tight and have her nipples show more. She decided to show more skin. The satin fabric slid along her nipples in a way she had rarely felt before when dressed "properly." She felt... sexy. Sexy had always been associated with bad things in her past, but now, it felt good. Good to be pretty for Mr. Jenkins. To be his good girl. Even if, deep down, she knew he was gonna treat her badly.

She watched herself in the mirror, then slowly hiked up her skirt. She touched herself again, smiling. She felt pretty. Wanted. She hoped he was watching her as she started fingering herself before walking to her bedside table and pulling her Hitachi out of it. She leaned back on the bed, spread her legs, pulled up her skirt, and thought of Mr. Jenkins. Of the men at the adult theater. Of the men before. Of the man before. She panted hard, pressing the head of the vibrator against her clit. She thought of them surrounding her. Looking down at her, jerking their cocks. She thought of how much all of them wanted her, and she felt beautiful, even as they began to do the most vile things to her in her mind. She twitched, jerking, as she had a mild orgasm, just a touch above frustrating but not nearly as intense as she would have liked. Her phone dinged as she picked it up off the table.

"Don't wash your cunt. Let everyone smell who you are," was all that his text said. She blushed, staring up at the camera with its blinking red light. The knowledge that he had watched her made her glow. She obeyed, straightening her skirt as she went to the bathroom, brushed her teeth, put on her makeup, and fixed her hair. She frowned at her short hair, wondering if he liked it. She resolved to ask him about it later. She was going to his house. That felt serious to her. It was scary as well. A part of her mind screamed at her that it would only lead to disappointment. That last night hadn't changed what was going on. But she had felt loved as she was held last night, and she would chase that feeling more.

Once she got to work, she struggled to stop grinning like an idiot. She noticed that men were checking her out, mostly Mr. Jenkins. She blew him a secret kiss, ran back to clock in, and started her day. She felt so naughty, so exposed, and in a fucked up way, appreciated. She knew the men weren't looking at her with love, respect, or care. She knew that and didn't care. Then came dinner time. She was heading to the breakroom when Mr. Jenkins called her over to the compactor. She figured he had some work for her to do, but he surprised her. Her heart fluttered and pounded when he jerked her around and pressed her into the filthy space behind the machine. She flinched at a cobweb that clung to her face, but when he shoved her over, all but hidden, she froze and let him.

"Be fucking quiet," he told her as she felt her skirt being pushed over her hips. She gripped the greasy metal on the back of the compressor and bare concrete to her right as her hips were gripped. "You stink of need, Jessie," he told her before shoving inside her wet cunt. He wasn't gentle, slamming his cock in her again and again as he balled her short hair in his hand. Jessica shook with every pump, holding tight as every thrust jerked her forward. It was over almost as suddenly as it began, with his warmth filling her pussy as his thrusts slowed until he just kept the tip in her. Then he was gone, and she felt empty while he wiped his cock clean on the inside of her skirt. Thankfully, the black fabric hid the wet spot he left behind. He retreated, and Jessica backed slowly out from behind the machine. When she turned around, Mr. Jenkins was already halfway down the hall, heading to the breakroom. Instead of going there, Jessica waddled to the bathroom, where she sat for minutes letting cum drip in the toilet. Her prior elation was gone, and Jessica felt cheap and unwanted once again. She bit down a scream, then returned to work, having never eaten the dinner she'd brought from home.

She finished her shift a bit deflated. The looks felt different now, and she felt exposed and not naughty as the night went on. Finally, they were alone as they finished locking things up. He walked up to her, frowning.

"What's the matter? You look so sad," he said with a smile that implied that he enjoyed that look on her.

"I... I... I just don't know what to expect from you," she said, staring at the ground. Because of that, she didn't see the slap coming. She whimpered in pain, holding her cheek as she stared at him like a hurt puppy.

"Good. Now clock out, and let's go to my car. You don't need yours," he told her, and she did as he said. She followed him, and he pushed her head down when they were both in the car. Resigned, she unzipped his pants and started sucking on his cock while he rubbed her head. It felt comforting, and she relaxed somewhat, sucking gently. He didn't seem to want to cum, so she just kept him hard as he massaged her scalp. Eventually, the car stopped, and he pulled her head up. She was in some suburban neighborhood but had no idea where. He got out, opened the door, snapped his fingers, and she followed him. He led her inside, and when he told Jessica to remove her flats, she did.

"Now, I'm gonna explain some things. You will not argue about them. You will not complain about them. That would make me unhappy. You want to be a good girl and keep me happy, don't you, Jessie?" he said with a smile that wasn't one.

"Yes Sir," she said, as her stomach dropped. She felt so small and worthless all of a sudden. He kissed her lips softly, then her cheek, and finally, her forehead. He rubbed her belly softly, and she clung to him, a life preserver in her raging sea of emotions. He gripped the back of her neck firmly and started walking her down the hall. She expected to be led to the basement, to forever disappear. She expected to be led to a sex dungeon full of torture equipment. She expected to be led to a room full of a dozen men. What she didn't expect was a plain-looking office room with a large desk and a computer with 4 monitors, two on their sides on the left and right, and two more, one stacked on the other, in the middle.

"This is what I wanted to show you. You may not know it, but you're becoming pretty famous," Mr. Jenkins said. She was confused, staring at the black screens, then back at him.

"I... I... I don't understand," she stuttered. He laughed, then shook the mouse. The dark room turned bright as the monitors flickered to life. A life that Jessica felt leaving her body. On the screen was her. Her in the bathroom puking up cum. Showering. Using the toilet. Shaving. On another was Mr. Jenkins raping her ass that night he snuck in. Her riding him, telling him to call her Jessie. Her getting dressed this morning. On one of the vertical monitors were hundreds of messages. Men calling her a cunt, a whore, a trauma slut, broken. On the other were live feeds from every room in the apartment, except her roommate's bed and bathroom. Every moment of it, being watched, not only by Mr. Jenkins. Not only him but the whole world. As one feed ended of her past experiences, another started of her at the adult theater. Messages were asking how much she cost for the weekend. If she did animals. What her address was. She felt sick and started to walk back when he stopped her.

"No. Keep watching," Mr. Jenkins said. As she did, she felt him stripping off her clothes. As Jessica watched men fuck her throat raw, as men chatted about what raping her would be like, Mr. Jenkins pulled down her skirt and tossed it aside. While she saw her roommate smoking her bong in just a t-shirt and as Jessica masturbated on her bed on another screen, he unbuttoned her blouse and removed it. Jess cried softly as he started fondling her nipples. He mashed them between his fingertips until she sobbed, grinding his cock against her ass. "Jessie... only one person ever called you that. Am I right?" She nodded as he started jerking on her nipples, making her wince in pain. Her breathing grew erratic, and her heart thundered in her chest as his breathing warmed her neck.

"Y... y... y... y... yes Sir," she finally forced out as her stutter worsened.

"He's the one who made you like this. You hated it, but you loved him. Right?" he asked. Jessica's nipples felt like they were about to be torn off. The pain was unbearable, and her legs were shaking.

"Y... y... y... yes," she said. Jessica began to hyperventilate, feeling dizzy.

"I'm selling your videos, Jessie. Hundreds of strangers have seen you in the adult theater, sucking even more strangers cocks. Hundreds have watched me rape your ass as you froze and bawled like a baby. Hundreds are begging to have access to you. And you know what, Jessie?" he said as he bent her over the desk and started fingering her cunt and ass with his middle finger and his thumb. "You are gonna thank me for this. You are gonna thank me, then I'm gonna piss down your throat. And then, I'm gonna hurt you in my bedroom. And you'll thank me for that, too. You know why?"

"W... w... w... w... why?" Jessica asked, her body shaking against the cold table as her holes were molested.

"Because after that, you're gonna beg me to hold you as you cry. You'll want to be held, spooned, and told you're a good girl. You're gonna do all that, or you can walk out of my apartment and be fucking alone like you feel you deserve. The choice is yours, Jessie."

Jessie fought back her tears. She wanted to leave. She wanted to go. She wanted to stand up for herself. Instead, she knelt before him and opened her lips. She tried not to think as the hot, salty rush filled her mouth. She focused on swallowing, but no matter how much she gulped, it wasn't enough. It filled her mouth, drenching every crevice of it. She looked up at him, her eyes red and wet, and saw him smiling. When she saw that, she swallowed faster, gripping his legs. With that smile, she knew she could, and would, do anything. Finally, the flow stopped, and she finished swallowing the bitter fluid as her stomach churned. She wiped her lips, trembling, almost in shock.

"What do we say?" he said, his thumb on her chin, forcing her to look up at him.

"T... Thank you, Sir. Thank you."

Chapter 11: Chapter 11 - Jessica is broken until only Jessie remainsSummary:Mr. Jenkins hurts Jessica, whipping her body until she shatters, leaving only enough for him to remake her anew.

Chapter TextHearing Jessica tell me thank you for making her an internet whore and pissing down her throat was magnificent. She looked so beyond shattered. Left to her own devices, my broken little toy would probably never recover. But leaving her a breathing pile of shattered dreams and expectations would be cruel. No, I wanted to make her something. And to do that, I would have to grind the remaining shards of her soul to dust, then put what remained back together. She had been tragically beautiful before. By the time I was done, she would be tragic but glorious.

"Get up, cunt," I told her. I could have used the word "he" had called her, Jessie, but I didn't want that aspect of her. Not yet. When she moved too slowly for my liking, I grabbed that pixie hair and jerked her up to standing as she whimpered. I wanted to devour her. In her stockings, crotchless panties, and a bra that exposed those poor little nipples, she looked like the most stunning and fragile creature on the planet. And I was going to destroy her. My cock stiffened as I grabbed her arm, squeezing hard, and took her down to my room. She offered no resistance. I think those days were done. Oh, she'd whimper and beg, but fight? No, her days of truly resisting me were done. I walked her to the foot of my bed and shoved her forward as hard as I could. She hit the mattress hard, falling face down before slowly getting up on her hands and knees. I grabbed her head again and all but dragged her as she sobbed to the head of the bed, shoving her face down.

"Stay, dog," I barked at her, and she did. I pulled straps from one side of the bed, then the other, as I started securing her limbs. Once her arms and legs were restrained, I ran my hand along her leg to her ass, massaging it as I sat down. I slid my hand further up her back, to her neck, and I gripped it as I leaned down over her. "Do you want to scream?" I asked her. She was slow to answer. Her breathing was almost panting, and I swore I could feel her heartbeat through her warm skin.

"Y... y... y... y... yes, Sir," finally forced out. I wondered if she had always had a nervous stutter or if some traumatic night had given her one. I so hoped for the latter. She deserved a reward for that, though.

"Good girl," I told her softly. I jerked her head to the side and kissed her lips, eye, and forehead with care and implied affection. Then I stood up, took a long leather belt from the wall, and gave her what she had asked for. I made the cunt scream. I didn't know if she'd ever been hurt like this. I didn't know if I was reawakening some past horror or some secret fantasy. That wasn't the point. While much of what I had done had been to mold her, this was for me. I wasn't gentle as I swung down the leather belt on her ass. I didn't ramp up or give her time to adjust to the intensity. I started at 100. And her screams were music. She tensed, pulling at her restraints as I let loose on her. Bright red welts slowly grew on her skin, marking every lash. I hit her back, her thighs, then her ass again. I moved to the end of the bed and aimed between her parted legs. I don't know if I merely hit her taint or managed to belt her wet cunt. I just know she shrieked and pissed herself. It was a beautiful sight.

"Did that hurt?" I asked as I sat by her again. I stroked her hair, petting her like I would a beloved dog. There was no difference to her, I'm pretty sure. Affection was affection. She couldn't even breathe, and I knew her body was overwhelmed. I held my hand over the welts and felt the heat radiating off them. I thought about raking my fingernails over her abused skin, but I wanted now to bring out her best self. "Did it, Jessie?" I asked, my voice soft as I kissed her cheek. Her face was marked by agony, struggling to breathe, sobbing, drooling, with snot running out of her nose. Somehow, that made her only more sexy.

"Pf....Pf....hu....hu...y...yes... yes," she finally forced out. I slid over her body and removed her restraints. She started to ball up once freed, but I pulled her on my lap instead. I held her tight, shushing her.

"There there, Jessie. I'm so proud of you. You took that so well. You know that, right?" I asked her as she clung to me like I was the only thing in the world. She buried her face against my chest and nodded affirmatively. I smiled as I held her, and when I reached between my legs and pushed my cock into her drenched hole, she didn't resist. Indeed, the second I started to rock, she moved with me even more intensely. It was intoxicating to see and feel the desperate change that moved through her. I knew she was still in so much pain. She pressed her head deeper against my chest and started humping my cock as wild desperation overtook her. I raked my nails on her back to reward that change in her. She tensed wonderfully against my cock, but didn't stop. Not anymore. I don't think she could stop now.

"Such a good girl, you know that, right? You know how to keep being a good girl, too, don't you, Jessie," I asked. She nodded, grinding hard on my cock, grunting, her eyes feral. "Keep me happy, and you'll always be," I said. I shoved her off me onto her back, then grabbed both of her ankles and shoved them towards her head. I grabbed a pillow and jammed it under her raw, welt-covered ass, and then pushed inside her shitter. It was slow going without lube, but I didn't care. I needed her to hurt. She needed to break. Folded in half, her knees against her chest, feet by her head, I reamed her ass as my skin slapped against hers, making her scream and grunt and cry and moan. That only egged me on harder, all but raping that beautiful ass until I shoved deep and filled it with cum. She panted, looking at me, and when I leaned forward to kiss her, the desperation with which she kissed me back was both pathetic and fantastic. She shoved her tongue in my mouth as if her life depended on it, and I savored making out with "Jessie" until my cock slipped out of her ass. Thankfully, it was nowhere as messy as last time, though I still got up and wiped myself off with a towel before tossing it in the trash. I started to wash myself clean, then returned to the room again.

"Time to be the bestest girl ever, Jessie," I said cruelly. "Clean me off." It was hilarious to watch her amble over, ready to suck my cock, then watch as her nose wrinkled.

"It... it... it...," she stuttered. Each repetition was fainter and fainter as she looked up at me. I smiled, patted her head, and then pushed her against my dick which still had streaks of brown on it. There were no clumps of filth to deal with, but I'm sure she tasted it all the same. I saw her retch a bit, and a part of me hoped she would. Then I would have made her clean that mess up as well. I was in too dark of a mood to take it easy on her. I'd been easy enough. Somehow, the good girl powered through it all, slathering my cock with her drool as she eliminated every trace of her ass off of it. She looked pale when she finished, and I lovingly kissed her eyes and forehead. Her lips, well, they weren't going to be kissed until she brushed her teeth.

"Good girl. I know you could do it. You can do anything, can't you?" I asked as I made her head nod. Her eyes saw through me as she likely came to grips with the fact that she had all but been a toilet tonight. I let her head go, and she started coughing before she bolted off the bed and into the bathroom. There, I heard her finally puke. She'd get used to it. It's who she was now, whether she knew it or not. I walked to the bathroom, denying her any privacy as she wiped and cleaned up the mess from her ass, her skin an alabaster shade of white I didn't think possible. I opened a new toothbrush and handed it to her, and once done, I kissed her deeply. As I did, I crushed her nipples in my fingertips and loved the way her lips quivered against mine as she started crying again.

"I only whipped one side, Jessie. Don't you think the rest of you needs belting?" Fresh tears flowed down her face as I made her look at me.

"I... y... y... y... P... Pl... please...," she said. I felt her heart hammering in her chest against mine. "Please...," she finally forced out, "hurt me more." I didn't know if she actually wanted it anymore or not. Her endurance was mediocre at best. But I didn't care. I led her to the bed again and strapped her down on it. Her fear was palpable, and I ate it up. One loud crack, and she writhed and screamed, trying to reach for her aching cunt. Four more loud slaps rang out in the room as she arched her back, fighting with the leather cuffs holding her fast to my bed. She was trying to say something, begging, most likely, but I didn't care. More swings brought it down on her thighs, on her belly, and then a few more swings on her pussy. I watched red welts blossom all over her skin and I leaned over her, kissing her injured kitty. It was too much sensation for her, and she struggled to even get air as her chest hitched violently. I bit her clit, not too hard, and then moved up to her chest.

"This is gonna hurt, Jessie. But I need this. And you deserve this. Say you deserve this, Jessie," I ordered. I was honestly shocked she had tears to give anymore. I listened to her stutter and try to breathe as I prepared to give her tits, and especially those injured nipples, some "love."

"I... I... I... god... I... I... Please... Uh...uh....uh... I... d... d... deserve t... th... this," she finally, pathetically forced out. There was no light in those eyes. She believed it. She knew it was the truth. And I started making sure she would never forget it. I aimed the tip of the belt each time at her exposed nipples, pushed out, raw, purple, and begging to be hurt. She screamed, and I think she pissed herself again, though I wasn't paying attention. She kept yelling as I brought down the belt again and again, focusing on those tender nipples that I had hurt so much the past two days. I didn't stop when she started thrashing. I didn't stop when she went limp for a moment. I didn't stop until one of them sprouted red. It wasn't much, but it looked perfect on her almost white skin. It was like everything I had done had drained the color from her. She had never been paler, never more beautiful. She seemed almost translucent, with glowing red welts crisscrossing her body. Her chest shuddered erratically, and I leaned down to taste the blood coming from her left teat. Sated, I unhooked her and then put her body over my shoulder. She barely reacted to that, instead laying limp on me as she made soft whimpering sounds.

I took her past my shower to the guest bedroom. There, I laid her down, and as she cried in silence, I drew a bath for her. I would have preferred to have showered with her, but I didn't trust her ability to stand. She was ten feet and a million miles away from me at this moment. Once it was filled, I went to undress her. Her nipples were swollen purple and hurt just to look at. They were beautiful. She was beautiful. She whimpered as I pulled off her bra, and her tits had little rings where they had pressed against the open hole in the fabric. I picked her up and lowered her into the tub, sobbing freshly again as the hot water enveloped her.

"There there," I said as I gently washed my broken toy and carefully cleaned her battered body. "You're such a good girl, Jessie," I said, and she leaned over and held me with soapy arms. I gently washed her, paying special attention to her welts and small bits of broken skin. She couldn't stand easily, so I pulled her up and brought her back to the guest bed, where I dried her off. I pulled back the blankets and pulled her tight against me. She started crying again. It wasn't from the pain. I actually felt bad for her then. That something so simple could break her.

"T... tell... tell me that you love me," she forced out suddenly. "E... e... even... even if you don't mean it." I smiled and kissed the back of her neck, then made her face me. Starting with her forehead, I kissed down her face to her salty eyes, nose, and then her lips. I kissed her for a long time, then pulled away, resting on my elbow as I stared at her.

"Jessie. I'm not going to lie to you. Starting this weekend, I'm going to change you forever. Your life, looks, and body will never be the same. You belong to me now, do you understand?" I said, and when she slowly nodded, I continued. "You are mine, Jessie. Of course I love you," I told her, lying through my teeth. "I'll always love my good girl."