The Assignment:

That’s right. Suck my cock just… like… that… perfect. Yes… that’s a good little whore.

You don’t even flinch when I call you that anymore, do you? I guess a month of selling your body to whoever is willing to pay a buck has finally broken what little pride you have left. And you know that? That’s boring.

I’m done with you.

You can go.

No, I’m not kidding. I’m going to drive you out to the middle of nowhere and kick you out the door. You won’t be dressed, of course… but I’m sure after whoever finds your finishes raping you, you can probably negotiate your way back to town with your mouth… I’ve definitely taught you how to suck a cock. You can go. You can be free…

Ah. There it is. The moment of excitement, of hope… and it fades. And vanishes. You realize that even if I let you go, you’ll never be free. The police want you, after I had your sister record that ransom video blaming you for her kidnapping. Your parents hate you. They’ve seen you admit on video that you weren’t kidnapped, that you ran away to do porn because you’re just a needy slut. You’ve helped me rape your sister, your former roommate, your best friend, that one pretty coworker, your brother’s girlfriend… I got them all with your help, and now everyone who knew you knows it. You can’t go home. You can’t go to the police.

You can’t do anything except for earn your living on your back… and if you start doing that without my protection, how long before someone slits your throat to avoid stuffing a five dollar bill up your cunt when they finish with you? Or maybe the police will find you. You’ll get arrested and thrown into a prison somewhere where people won’t be as nice to you as I am. The truth is, whatever happens to you, it will probably be worse.

And you know it.

Explain that to me. Tell me why you couldn’t go back to being a good daughter. Tell me why you couldn’t make it at a real job anymore. Tell me why your family and friends would hate you now. Tell me why no man would ever want to marry you. Tell me why you aren’t worth being loved by anyone… ever.

Beg me to let you stay. Otherwise I guess we’ll find out how much worse your life can get.


The Response:

Free?! Really?! Free?! Oh, Master! Oh… Master…

No! Please! Did this cunt do something wrong? Was she inattentive? Was the sucking not to your liking Master? I… I tried to swallow everything. I’m doing my best to clench my ass when I’m riding Master’s dick! I… this cunt thought Master’s friends… liked her during the last party. They complimented her, calling her a “good enough fuck” and a “nice cumdumpster”. And… and Master’s whore was bringing enough money, wasn’t she?

Please, Master, why do you want to get rid of this cunt. Please, Master, keep her…

This cunt…. I… I cannot… go…

Master… this cunt… gave you her family… her friends… she has nowhere to go… no one to go to. Everyone… by now everyone saw Ana’s video… they think… they know it was me… they will never forgive me… I couldn’t explain… how I was… was… so weak… My parents… my brother… my roommate’s fiancee… they would… hate me so much… they do it now… but I’d have to look at them… see their faces…

They all got kidnapped… by my Master and his friends… just because they knew me.. because I was a perverted cunt, who fantasized about them getting… r-raped… and now… it is happening… all because of me. I… I c-can’t be free… I will only hurt… hurt others… I’m like a virus… an ilness… Master needs to keep me locked… or I destroy the lives… of everyone who matters to me… who once mattered of course, because now only Master matters!

This cunt… this cunt… would be too afraid to even go looking for them… I’d be afraid… to find my sis… my little sis… and see how she’s doing… with the animals… I couldn’xt…

I’d… I’d go to jail. They… they would hurt me there… I’m sure… I’m sure women would use me… Master… Master never had me train with women… I wouldn’t be good enough… and they would… hurt me even more… maybe… maybe if I went to the warden… I could become his slave… his fuckpet… his painwhore… and be kept safe!

Master trained this fuckpet, this painwhore so well! This cunt is so grateful to her Master! Please don’t leave the whore, Master!

Even if I… if I didn’t go to jail… I would… I wouldn’t be able to work as normal… who would work with such a slutty cunt? This cunt… knows there would be only one way for her to earn the money… and… and… if this slut… this whore… has to whore herself out… wouldn’t it be better if she was doing it for you, Master? Please, I will be earning more, Master, I promise! Or… Or… or maybe… if someone would help me set up… I could become… a cam girl? Master sometimes wants me to… perform for him. I… I could masturbate… or fuck things… or myself with things… or hurt myself… my Master likes with I put out cigarettes on myself while riding something with my cock, right? Maybe… maybe someone would pay to watch it? But… but… how would… would this dumb cunt… know if she’s doing a good job?

Please… please… Master… this whore sees she’s too worthless as a whore to live on her own… if Master has to get rid of her… maybe Master can teach her some new tricks… for her customers… so just she doesn’t starve? And during this time… maybe this pathetic whore would be able to convince Master to keep her… Please?


The Reward:

This was the part of owning a slave that made it worth it.

Kidnapping you from a foreign country and sneaking you into my home? Getting you through police and security, training you to be a perfect little whore… that was all hard work. I could have grabbed a random runaway off the street, or blackmailed a girl with a drug addiction, or even found one of a million sluts with low enough self esteem that they would let me do anything I want for them if only I pretended to love them… there was nothing special or unique about your holes that makes a bitch like you worth the effort. What makes it worthwhile is that you deserve it. What makes it worthwhile is that you know you’ve been asking for it. What made it worthwhile is when you realize that there is no going back.

For just a brief moment, when I said I was letting you go, the ways your eyes lit up, was the most alive I had seen you in months. I’d been beginning to think I’d raped that out of you entirely. It was like bringing you back to life… only to watch you suffocate again as you begged. You cried, and you fell onto your knees, looking up at me past my cock, eyes wide.

“Please, Master, why do you want to get rid of this cunt. Please, Master, keep her…” Your whimpering sounds turned me on, making my cock harder, pressing against the top of your nose. “This cunt… I… I can’t… go…”

You tried to slip down to take my cock in your mouth again, and I stopped you, slapping you away. You were probably hoping to distract me. I couldn’t have that… I needed you focused.

And you cried so beautifully for me, Dorota. “No…” you sobbed out. “Please! Did this cunt do something wrong? Was she inattentive? Was the sucking not to your liking Master? I… I tried to swallow everything.”

“You did,” I told you. “I trained you well enough.”

“I’m doing my best to clench my ass when I’m riding Master’s dick!”

“And even after hundreds of ass rapes, you’re as tight as ever when I fuck you because of it,” I admitted.

The compliments didn’t sooth you, like I knew they wouldn’t. I wasn’t saying I was going to get rid of you because of your performance, but in spite of it. It only made you panic more. “I… this cunt thought Master’s friends… liked her during the last party. They complimented her, calling her a “good enough fuck,” and a “nice cumdumpster.” And… and Master’s whore was bringing enough money, wasn’t she?”

I shrugged. “Barely. But enough. Enough for you to live on on your own, perhaps… after I dump you on the road.”

Tears rolled down your face as you openly sobbed. “Master… this cunt… gave you her family… her friends!” It seemed like, with the prospect of freedom finally a real thing, every single thing I had forced you into, every single choice you had made to make someone else suffer to spare yourself a bit of pain or suffering, was catching up to you. “She has nowhere to go… no one to go to. Everyone… by now everyone saw Ana’s video… they think…” you swallowed. “They know it was me… they will never forgive me… I couldn’t explain… how I was… was… so weak… My parents… my brother… my roommate’s fiancee… they would… hate me so much… they do it now… but I’d have to look at them… see their faces…”

I nodded understandingly. “And why do they hate you? What happened to them?”

It took you a minute to put yourself together enough to beg. “They all got kidnapped… by my Master and his friends… just because they knew me…”

I shook my head. “That isn’t why, though… is it…”

Sobbing, you shook you head. “No… it was… because I was a perverted cunt, who fantasized about them getting… r-raped… and now… it is happening… all because of me. I… I c-can’t be free… I will only hurt… hurt others… I’m like a virus… an ilness… Master needs to keep me locked… or I destroy the lives… of everyone who matters to me… who once mattered of course, because now only Master matters!”

I smirked. “So, you don’t want to try to save them? Don’t you want to see your dear fucktoy of a sister again?”

“This cunt… this cunt… would be too afraid to even go looking for them…” You admitted pathetically. “I’d be afraid… to find my sis… my little sis… and see how she’s doing… with the animals… I couldn’t…”

“You’re probably right,” I admitted. “It’s for the best you’ll never see them again.”

The tiny shred of hope in your eyes was wonderful. “So… so, you’ll keep me?”

I laughed. “No. Crawl your ass to the fucking car, I’ll find somewhere to drop you off.”


“I’d… I’d go to jail. They… they would hurt me there… I’m sure… I’m sure women would use me!” Even as I had you bound up in the back seat, you had never stopped begging, trying to find something to say that would persuade me to keep you… but there was only one thing that would. The realization of why you were begging in the first place. “Master… Master never had me train with women… I wouldn’t be good enough… and they would… hurt me even more… maybe… maybe if I went to the warden… I could become his slave… his fuckpet… his painwhore… and be kept safe!”

I just kept driving. “You’ll learn. After all, it won’t be as bad as with me, right? They won’t be taking it personally.”

“Master trained this fuckpet, this painwhore so well!” You protested. “This cunt is so grateful to her Master! Please don’t leave the whore, Master!” You sniffled for a little bit, too pathetic to think of what else to say for a minute. “Even if I… if I didn’t go to jail… I would… I wouldn’t be able to work as normal… who would work with such a slutty cunt? This cunt… knows there would be only one way for her to earn the money… and… and… if this slut… this whore… has to whore herself out… wouldn’t it be better if she was doing it for you, Master? Please, I will be earning more, Master, I promise! Or… Or… or maybe… if someone would help me set up… I could become… a cam girl? Master sometimes wants me to… perform for him. I… I could masturbate… or fuck things… or myself with things… or hurt myself… my Master likes with I put out cigarettes on myself while riding something with my cock, right? Maybe… maybe someone would pay to watch it? But… but… how would… would this dumb cunt… know if she’s doing a good job?”

Lights went by one by one as I drove into the worst neighborhood I could find… the kind of places where screams drew predators, rather than help. “Please… please… Master… this whore sees she’s too worthless as a whore to live on her own… if Master has to get rid of her… maybe Master can teach her some new tricks… for her customers… so just she doesn’t starve? And during this time… maybe this pathetic whore would be able to convince Master to keep her… Please?”

“I’m sure your new masters will be happy to teach you,” I admitted as I got out and opened the door, pointing down at the street corner. “Keep crying like that, and I’m sure someone will come by to enslave you again shortly. They won’t treat you as bad as you deserve, probably… but it will be better than nothing. Out.”

Last chance.

But you didn’t disappoint Dorota… I knew you were something special in your own slutty, worthless way the first moment I saw you… and you didn’t disappoint. “I… this whore… does deserve it…” you whimpered. “She deserves to suffer.” You looked up at me, and even as you saw the smile on my face, there was still precious little light in your eyes as you admitted the truth to yourself. “This cunt deserves to suffer…”

“And suffer you will, whore,” I smiled as he dragged you into the front of the car with me. And the entire drive back to your home, the way you swallowed my cock felt genuinely grateful.

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