{"loaderData":{"4":{"story":{"id":"3ea87214-ca52-4dbd-87e2-48ea2b79a8b9","seriesId":null,"seriesName":null,"currentUserId":"00000000-0000-0000-0000-000000000000","added":"2021-06-25T03:50:12.994Z","title":"Good Times And Bad","slug":"good-times-and-bad","shortId":"xq1hF1vf","authorNote":null,"disclaimer":null,"type":"Short","paidUrl":null,"synopsis":"Ten years ago, she was kidnapped. Six years ago, she was rescued. Today, her nightmare returns to reminisce about the four years in between...","partCount":1,"parts":[{"partId":"914039af-71ff-43fa-98e1-456d4a28fd14","title":null,"summary":"\n\nHey there, Lizzie!\nMind if I buy you a drink?\n\n\n\n\nIt’s\nElizabeth, not… Y-you…\n\n\n\n\nAww, there’s\ntha","wordCount":6429,"readTime":32,"number":1,"state":"Published"}],"currentPart":1,"contentTitle":"Chapter 1","content":"\n

\nHey there, Lizzie!\nMind if I buy you a drink?

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\nIt’s\nElizabeth, not… Y-you…

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\nAww, there’s\nthat surprised look I was waiting for! I had to take quite the road\ntrip to get here - you moved halfway the country, you little minx -\nbut I knew it was going to be worth it just to see your face when I\nshowed up, and boy was I right.

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\nYou’re…\nyou’re not supposed to be here. You can't be here.

\n
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\nWhere? In this bar?\nSeems like a pretty public location to me. I’ve even got a\nshirt and shoes on; no reason I can’t get some service.

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\nYou’re\nsupposed to be in jail.

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\nPrison, babe. Jail\nis what you stay in before the trial. And one of the funny\nthings about prison is, eventually you get out! They just open up\nthat door and let you stroll right through it so you can go look up\nold friends.

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\nNot after just six\nyears, not for what you did.

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\nI worked out a\nlittle deal with the authorities to cut things short, gave them some\ninfo to bust up this dog fighting ring that was operating in the\narea. I was happy to help, really; I can't stand people who abuse\nanimals. And now I'm out! Sure, I’ve got a probation officer\nand all, but that’s no big deal. Jimmy’s a good guy,\nknows who his friends are. He gave me a permission slip and\neverything!

\n
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\n……People\nwill look over here if I scream. I won’t let you touch me\nagain.

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\nOh Lizzie, it breaks\nmy heart to see you talk to me that way. You used to be head over\nheels for me, remember? You’d go on and on about how much you\nloved and adored me, how happy you were to be my pet.

\n
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\nBecause if I didn’t,\nyou’d beat me.

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\nCan’t train an\nanimal with just the carrot. You’ve gotta bring out the stick\nsometime, or they’ll never learn proper. And you, you learned\nso good, didn’t you? Remember how you used to wake me up\nevery morning with those pretty lips around my cock, so eager to\nstart our day with a little protein shake? You’d even follow it\nup with a piss chaser most mornings, and afterward you’d smile\nand thank me for giving you such warm, sweet golden juice to drink.

\n
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\nI don’t have\nto listen to this. I’m-

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\nGoing home to that\nnice house out in the suburbs? You should really talk to your\nneighbor about that hawthorn tree encroaching your yard. I know it\nseems like a small thing, but if you signal that they don’t\nneed to respect your boundaries, they’ll walk all over you when\nit comes to the big things too.

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\n…

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\nIf you won’t\ntalk to me now, I’ll just have to show up there sometime soon,\nsee if I can surprise you. Or would that parking garage by your\noffice after work be better for you? I like the new car, by the way.\nAlways been a fan of that silver color. Shame it’s already got\nthat little ding on the side, but it’s nothing a good mechanic\ncouldn’t fix.

\n
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\n…

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\nOr we can just do\nthis right here, right now, in a public place where, like you so\nsmartly pointed out, people would notice if you screamed. All I want\nis to talk, babe. Don’t you ever like to get together with\nfriends and reminisce about the good old days? For me, those days\nwere you, and it’s no fun to remember them by myself.

\n
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\nSo I’m\nsupposed to just sit here while you gloat about all the ways you\nviolated and abused me?

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\nOf course not!\nConversation ain’t a one way street, Lizzie. I reckon you’ve\ngot all sorts of things you’ve always wanted to say to me, and\nthis right here is your one and only chance. You can get them all off\nyour chest, and I can’t shut you up or punish you for talking\nback anymore.

\n
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\n…Fine.\nLet’s just get this over with. But if you try anything, there\nare people who know where I am.

\n
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\nLike your sister?\nShe’s a real cutie, love that hairstyle of hers. She’s\nwhat, nine years younger? Ten? Right around the same age as when we\nmet.

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\nIf you lay a finger\non her, I swear I’ll kill you.

\n
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\n*laughs* So hostile!\nI love seeing this fire back in you. Haven’t seen that since\nthe beginning. You remember that first day?

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\nYou mean the day you\nkidnapped me?

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\nI think the courts\ncalled it human trafficking, on account of crossing state lines. But\nyeah, there you were, the most gorgeous woman I’d ever seen,\nstanding by the side of the road with your car busted… what\nelse was I supposed to do?

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\nWhat you were\nsupposed to do? How about not hitting me over the head and\nstuffing me in your damn trunk? I was stuck in that thing for eight\nentire hours. I honestly thought I was going to die in there.

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\nOh, yeah, that’s\nright. I was only about an hour away from home, but I was worried\nthey’d somehow track me if I went straight back, or you’d\nfigure out where I’d taken you and be able to lead the\nauthorities back there later, or something, y’know, so I just\ndrove around every which way for hours. God, I was so young\nand stupid back then! *laughs*

\n
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\nIt’s not\nfunny. It was the worst eight hours of my life, even after…\nafter all the other things you did to me. I still have claustrophobia\nbecause of that trunk. I… I can’t even go in the walk-in\ncloset at home without nearly having a panic attack.

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\nSee, now, I never\nknew that about you. That really wasn’t my intention back then.\nI’m sorry I hurt you like that.

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\nNo, you’re\nnot.

\n
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\n*laughs* You’re\nright, I’m not. But I figured it was the polite thing to say,\nyou know?

\n
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\nYou stole four years\nof my life. The least you can do is be honest with me.

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\nYou know what? You\nare absolutely right. The truth, babe, is that hearing that gave me a\nhard-on, and right now I’m imagining how nice it would feel if\nyou got off that stool and crawled between my legs and sucked me\nsoft, just like you used to.

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\nI’d rather\ndie.

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\nYep, you said that\nin the beginning too. You were just the sweetest little firecracker,\nactually. I ever tell you I hadn’t been planning on keeping\nyou? I’d never done anything like that. Closest I’d ever\ncome was this one time I brought a drunk girl back home with me and\nkept her around for three days. Nothing violent, just hid her\nclothing, let her choose whether she wanted to go outside bare naked\nin the middle of winter, or stick around and help me keep warm. I put\nher through her paces, had us some fun times for a little while, and\nthen said goodbye. *laughs* She pounded on my front door demanding\nher clothes back for a solid hour before she gave up and left. I\nthink she got some bad frostbite, poor thing, but was otherwise none\nthe worse for wear. So when I first brought you in, I was really\nthinking it’d be pretty much the same thing. Figured I’d\nhave myself a nice few days with you, a week tops, then drop you off\nsomewhere a couple hundred miles away and let you find your way back\nhome. But then I saw all that fire in you, and I just knew I had to\nmake you beg.

\n
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\nIs that supposed to\nbe a compliment?

\n
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\nWhat else would it\nbe? I didn’t keep you as my pet all those years because I\nthought you were just “okay”, Lizzie. I did it because I\nrecognized you as something special, all the way back to that first\nday. Now, funny story, this has been driving me crazy for a while\nnow: I remember that I started out by beating your ass with my belt\nand putting my cigarette out on your tits. We didn’t have our\nlovely collection of BDSM equipment yet, so my options were limited.\nBut I cannot for the life of me remember which one of the two was the\nvery first thing I did to you.

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\nI don’t\nremember either.

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\nAww, now who’s\nthe fibber? I bet you remember every moment of it like it was\nyesterday. Come onnnnnn, just let it out. It’s good to talk\nabout these things. I’m sure you’ve already told a\ntherapist or two all about it, but they don’t really get\nit, do they? It’s not like talking to someone who was there.

\n
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\n…It\nwas neither.

\n
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\nNo, I’m pretty\ndarn sure I-

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\nYou were already\nsmoking the cigarette when you took me out of the trunk and hauled me\ninto your house by the hair, but you didn’t use it yet. First\nyou took that extension cord and wrapped it around my ankles and my\nwrists. Then you sat on me and took your hunting knife and cut off my\nclothes while telling me that if I behaved, all I would get was…

\n
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\n‘A\ngallon of jizz and some happy memories!’ That’s right, I\nhad completely forgotten all about that! That’s when you spat\non me and told me to go fuck myself and I didn’t like that one\nbit. I really thought you’d like it too, once you stopped being\nso shy. I mean, I was going to fuck you plenty, but I’d never\nhad any complaints about it, and I like to think I’m a fairly\ngood looking individual. Even that drunk sleepover girl learned to\nenjoy herself a little by the time I was done with her. I was\nfiguring that once you’d loosened up some, maybe had an orgasm\nor two, you’d realize that this was just like a, a surprise\nvacation or something.

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\nAnd that’s\nwhen you cut me.

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\nYeah, you know, you\nare one hundred percent correct there, and I apologize for ever\ndoubting you. That was the very first thing. I gave you that\nlittle nick on… where was it again…

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\nMy stomach. You cut\nme there and told me that if I was too much trouble, you’d chop\nme up and feed me to your dogs. And when the threat of murder didn’t\nget me wet and smiling, that’s when you burned me with the\ncigarette. \n

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\nYep, yep, that’s\njust the way it happened. See, this is what I’m talking about!\nI’d never have remembered that without your help. And then the\nbelt was a little while after that, I remember now. I had you on your\nknees with your head by my junk while I sat on the couch. One hand\nwas smacking that lovely firm ass of yours with the belt until you\ndecided to be a good girl and start sucking, and I had that thumb in\nyour mouth to keep you from biting once you got started. Never needed\nit though. I beat that butt black-and-blue until my own arm was\nkilling me, and those lips never parted. I was furious about\nthat.

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\nAnd that’s why\nyou raped me right afterward.

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\nWell yeah! I wasn’t\ngonna let some naked, tied up, little know it all college girl blue\nball me in my own home. Had to teach you some manners, and let off\nsome steam at the same time.

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\nEven if I’d\nbehaved from the beginning, you wouldn’t have let me go.

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\nYeah, I reckon\nyou’re right. The only reason I wasn’t dead set on\nkeeping you from the beginning was that I didn’t realize just\nhow much I’d enjoy having you around. Even if you’d been\nthe kindest and most easygoing cocksucking angel, I still would’ve\nrealized within a day that letting you slip away would be the biggest\nmistake of my life. Hell, I think I knew from the moment I slid into\nthat soft, silky cunt of yours that you were the best thing that had\never happened to me.

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\nAnd yet you treated\nme like garbage. You raped me bloody on that couch, and when you were\ndone you came all over my face and told me that was the only dinner a\nstuck up bitch was ever going to get in your home.

\n
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\nYep. But you weren’t\na stuck up bitch forever, and I eventually started feeding you\nproper. You and me shared dinner every night for years.

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\nExcept that your\nportion was always at least twice as large. And not covered in semen.

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\nOf course mine was\nbigger. I was burning through calories left and right on all those\nloads of cum every day. And yours needed to be smaller to help you\nstay in shape. Besides, I liked keeping you a bit hungry all the\ntime. Kept you motivated.

\n
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\nAnd the semen?

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\nSeemed like a shame\nto let my beautiful blonde pet let ever eat anything that didn’t\ntaste at least a little like me.

\n
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\nIs that the same\nreason you made me eat from a food bowl on the floor, without using\nmy hands?

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\nIf you knew just how\nsexy it was to watch your ass bobbing in the air while you lapped the\nsides of your bowl, trying to get those last few cum soaked crumbs,\nyou’d understand why I had to do all that. But hey, you can’t\ncomplain about the quality of the actual food, not when you cooked it\nall yourself.

\n
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\nBecause I wasn’t\njust your slave for sex. You made me cook and clean and wash your\nclothing and every other task you were too lazy to do yourself.

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\nAnd you were so good\nat them! You kept our home-

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\nYour home.\nThat was never mine. Never. \n

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\nFair enough. You\nkept my home spotless, is all I wanted to say.

\n
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\nBecause you’d-

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\nBeat you if you\ndidn’t, yeah. And I had to do a whole lot of that back in the\nbeginning. I think I punished you more times in that first month than\nI did the entire four years after. Especially the very first week,\nwhen you were still so feisty. I could spread your legs and fuck you,\nsure, but you wouldn’t give me an inch. Nearly bit my cock off\nmore than three times. I tried everything to get you to break down,\nbut nothing seemed to work. What was it that finally did the trick?

\n
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\nI thought you were\ngoing to stop lying. There’s no way in hell you’ve\nforgotten that day.

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\nNo, no, no, babe,\nyou misunderstand. Sorry, I could have phrased that better. I\nremember all the things I did to you that day, absolutely. There are\nstill days where I close my eyes and think back on it while stroking\nmy cock, and it never takes me long to finish. I’m asking which\nit was that did it. I’m sure you remember, I started off by\nputting the gag on you that morning, some dirty socks and duct tape,\nand then I said… what were my exact words again…

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\n‘I\nam gonna teach you a lesson, you stubborn bitch, and I’m gonna\nspend the whole day trying to get it through that thick skull of\nyours. And at the end of the day, if you aren’t ready to crawl\nover and put that dick sucking mouth to work, we’ll start all\nover tomorrow, and the day after, and the next, until you learn to\nbehave.’

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\nYou are so good at\nthat. Yeah, we played with the belt and the cigarettes for a little\nwhile, but that was already old hat by then. Let’s see…\nthere were the couple hours I spent drowning you in the toilet over\nand over. That one was fun because I could still fuck you while I did\nit. And then there was putting your tits on the stovetop, that got\nyou squealing almost as much as when I worked that needle through\nyour clit a few hours later. Plenty of good old fashioned bare hands\nstuff too; gave you a couple black eyes, damn near broke your nose\nand cracked some ribs, even did a few cunt punts just for fun. Mmm,\nwhen I remember the way you whimpered the first time I fucked your\npussy after those, that’s usually when I spurt. \n

\n
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\nBastard.

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\nMmm hmm. I was\nalmost exhausted as you by the end, but it was one of the best days\nof my life, really. Especially the way it ended. I finally took off\nthat gag, what, a good twelve hours after I’d put it on?\nFifteen? And you just slid right down to your knees and opened wide.\nWasn’t your first taste, and I still kept my thumb there just\nin case, but that was the first time you did more than just take it.\nThat little pink tongue of yours was eager and busy that night. You\ndidn’t even complain when I gave you my balls to suck on. But I\nalways wondered exactly which part broke you. I’m sure all of\nit helped, but which one was the last straw that convinced you to\nbecome my little blonde cum guzzler?

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\nDoes not knowing\nreally bother you?

\n
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\nWouldn’t be\nasking if it didn’t.

\n
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\nThen why the hell\nshould I give you the satisfaction?

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\n*laughs* You know,\nthat is a very good point. I guess I’m too used to just being\nable to tell you what to do. Why don’t we trade questions then?\nYou answer mine, I answer yours. I bet you got some mysteries\npercolating in that pretty head of yours I could help with.

\n
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\n…Fine.\nWhich is it you want to know: which one broke me, or which one I\nhated the most?

\n
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\nBoth, I suppose.

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\nI hated the toilet\nmore than any of them. It wasn’t just making me pass out that\nwas miserable… do you know how cold toilet water gets in the\nmiddle of winter? I was already naked and freezing, and it hurt.\nEvery time I was down there, I’d pray that it was the last\ntime, that you’d get bored and do something else, but you just\nkept dunking me again, and again, and again. At some point, I\nwas almost happy that you were raping me while you did it, because at\nleast it gave me a goal to focus on. I could lie to myself that the\nnext time you came, I’d get to stop.

\n
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\nBut that wasn’t\nwhat broke you?

\n
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\nNo. It wasn’t\nany of them, not really. It was…… you were hard, even\nwhen you weren’t inside me. I could feel it pressing against me\nsometimes while you were hurting me. You had me sitting in your lap\nwhen you pierced my clitoris, and I could feel it throbbing the whole\ntime.

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\nI don’t think\nI’m following you on that one, babe. I spent a good chunk of\nthose four years stiff as a plank. Only thing you could do better\nthan sucking it soft was getting it to stand back up again.

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\n…I\nthought I was making things difficult for you. That I couldn’t\nfight back or escape, but I could deny you the satisfaction of seeing\nme submit. But you were hard. You were enjoying\nthe way I kept fighting back, and the excuse to make me suffer for\nit. So whether I resisted or gave in wasn’t ultimately all that\nimportant to you. I couldn’t stop you from enjoying me; I could\nonly decide how much I had to hurt in the process.

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\nYou know, I never\nthought about it that way, but you’re right. Training you into\nmy pet afterward was… it was damn incredible, and so was\ngetting to enjoy the results, but breaking you was something special.\nIf you’d never given in, then yeah, I could’ve happily\nkept doing that day in and day out. So! What’s your first\nquestion for your former owner?

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\nDid you ever feel\nguilty about what you were doing?

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\nOf course! What,\ndon’t look so surprised. I’m not some completely\nheartless monster. I’ll admit, once we got settled in and you\nwere my good girl all the time, it didn’t bother me much. But\nin the beginning? Yeah, plenty of times, especially the first few\nmonths. Not that first week - I didn’t feel any regret about\ncrushing that spirit of yours - but that period after, where you were\ntrying to be obedient but just couldn’t manage? I felt\npositively awful.

\n
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\nYou mean when you\nwould punish me almost every day for some tiny mistake?

\n
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\nExactly! I was\nrooting for you to succeed every time, but it seemed like there was\nalways something catching you up. Dinner would come out burnt, or\nyou’d miss a spot while cleaning the bathroom, or forget to\nsmile and say ‘I love you’ whenever I came in that warm\nwet pussy… I knew they weren’t intentional mistakes,\njust honest gaffes, but that didn’t matter. And you’d\nalways look so sad too when you realized what you’d done. Most\nof the time what I really wanted to do, God’s honest truth, was\nto give you a hug and tell you that it was okay and I knew you were\ntrying.

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\nNobody forced you to\ntorture me. No one put a gun to your head and told you that you had\nto starve me for three days because dinner didn’t come out\nperfect. No one put the riding crop in your hand when you came home\nand the house wasn’t completely spotless. And no one and\nnothing in the world made you strangle me until my neck was covered\nin bruises just for not pretending to love you well enough.

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\nNow that’s a,\na whatchamacallit, a reductive way of looking at it. You’ve\ngotta be consistent when training an animal, and you’ve gotta\nbe strict, no matter how much it hurts. If I’d sent you the\nmessage even once that you could make a mistake and get out of it\njust by apologizing, or begging, or flashing those puppy dog eyes of\nyours at me, then you’d keep doing it, and I’d keep\nfalling for it. And once there was no consequences to making\nmistakes, you’d keep making more and more of them. You can\neither apply the rules consistently or not at all. There’s no\nin between, not in the long run.

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\nI’m. Not. An\nanimal.

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\nAgree to disagree,\nsweetheart. You may have been human shaped, but deep down you were\njust an adorable little doggy waiting to be domesticated. I know you\ndon’t like to hear it, but the truth ain’t always easy to\nhear. For better or for worse, while you were in my home I saw you as\na feral stray to care for and to tame, and I treated you as such. And\nnow it’s my turn to ask a question. How-

\n
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\nNo, it’s not.\nIt’s still my turn.

\n
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\n…We\nmade a deal, Lizzie, and I don’t like people trying to cheat\nme.

\n
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\nThe deal was we\ntrade questions. You started out by asking two: what I hated\nthe most, and what broke me. I’ve only asked one so far. I\nstill have one left.

\n
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\n…*laughs*\nYou’re right, you got me. That was\ntwo questions. Sorry, you know how my temper gets away from me\nsometimes. Alright, lay your next one on me.

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\nWhy did you always\nhave to be so cruel? And don’t give me that ‘animal’\nbullshit again. Do you want to hear that you broke me? You did. You\nbroke me and you trained me and I was your perfect submissive\nservant, maid, and sex toy for years. But it was never enough for\nyou. You didn’t have to make me drink your piss, or fuck your\ndogs. You didn’t have to tattoo me with obscenities, or make me\ncrawl everywhere I went. I was already doing everything you wanted,\njust the way you wanted. Why couldn’t that ever be enough?

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\nOh, you were\nperfect, darling. Absolutely. I couldn’t have asked for a\nbetter pet. I didn’t do any of that stuff to punish you, or\nbecause I hated you. I just did it because I enjoyed it. Like,\nwhenever you played toilet for me, you had this wonderful look in\nyour eyes, this self-hating ‘I can’t believe I’m\nreally doing this, I am the lowest scum in the world’\nexpression that I just could not get enough of. And whenever I let my\nboys use you as their bitch, you would start trembling like a leaf.\nI’d watch those big ol’ mutts that weighed more than two\nof you mount you, and you’d be so small and fragile underneath\nthem, like they were hammering on your soul with every thrust. You\nwere never sexier to me than when you were hurting and humiliated,\nthe more the better.

\n
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\nSo you did all of\nthose things to me just to make your cock hard.

\n
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\nYep, that’s\nthe long and short of it. My turn?

\n
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\nWhatever.

\n
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\nHow often did you\ntry to cum when I wasn’t around? And I’ll remind you,\nbecause I see that look on your face, that we agreed to honesty.

\n
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\n…It\nvaried. Some days I was busy enough that I could just focus on work\nfrom the time you left the house until the time you came back. But on\nthe slower days… for hours at a time, usually. If I braced the\nchastity belt against the wall at a certain angle, I could jimmy a\npiece of silverware into the front. I never managed to do anything,\nbut I’d spend hours trying to stroke myself just right with a\nspoon to push me over the edge. I hated that belt so much.

\n
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\nOf course you did.\nThat’s what it was there for. That chain around your left ankle\nthat bolted you to the floor, that kept you grounded enough that I\ncould leave you alone in the house to take care of your choring, but\nI couldn’t just leave you standing there with nothing to do. A\npet might get all kinds of ideas in her head if she’s left\nalone long enough. The belt was there so that instead of spending\nthose hours trying to plan an escape route or thinking about\nattacking me the second I got home, you’d spend it…\n*laughs* rubbing your cunt with a spoon, apparently. Ooh, I wish I’d\nknown that at the time. I knew that those vibrators in the belt were\nteasing you good, but I never imagined they were working quite so\nwell.

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\nFucking asshole. Why\ndid you try so hard to stop me from having an orgasm? Four whole\nyears servicing you day in and day out, and I only ever get a handful\nof them in return. And half of them were…

\n
\n

\nWhen you were\nfucking my dogs, right? I knew you were loving those knots of\ntheirs. Soon as one of those things started stuffing that pussy,\nyou’d get to squealing in ways you never did with me. See\nthere, that was one of my moments of kindness. I could’ve tried\nto stop them from happening, or punished you for them after, but I\nliked letting it stay your dirty little secret. Being the dogs’\nrape meat was humiliating enough, but being their satisfied bitch?\nWagging your metaphorical tail every time one of them mounted you?\nNow that was some top quality humiliation.

\n
\n

\nJust answer the\nquestion.

\n
\n

I’m getting to\nit, I’m getting to it! There were a couple reasons I usually\nonly let you cum while you were being a doggy slut. First was because\nevery time you gave me one of those wonderful orgasms of yours, it\nfelt twice as good because I knew how desperate you were for one of\nyour own. You’d have this jealous look on your face sometimes\nwhile I was spurting, like if a genie popped up right that second to\ngrant you a wish, it wouldn’t be escape, or revenge, or even\neating something that wasn’t seasoned with my dick snot. No,\nyou’d just wish you could have what I was having.

\n
\n

\nAnd you got off on\nthat.

\n
\n

\nOh ho ho, I sure did\nat that! That was reason number one. Reason number two, you know the\nold saying ‘restriction breeds creativity’? It wasn’t\nlong before I could do anything I wanted to you, or make you do\nanything I wanted to me. That’s kind of intimidating when you\nget down to it. Knowing I couldn’t let you cum provided\nstructure. Meant if you were going to be sucking my cock, I needed to\ngive your hands something to do so they wouldn’t stray between\nyour legs. If you were riding me in my lap, I needed to keep\nsomething around I could hurt you with to stop you from getting\ngoing. If I was going to leave you tied up somewhere for a bit, I had\nto make sure it wasn’t a position where you could hump\nsomething to finish. That sort of thing.

\n
\n

\nThen why did you let\nme cum every few months?

\n
\n

\nThat an official\nquestion?

\n
\n

\nYes.

\n
\n

\nTo give you hope. If\nyou knew I was going to stop you from cumming every time,\nthere’d be no suspense to it. But that teeny tiny chance that\nmaybe ‘this time’ would be the one, that gave you hope\nthat I could crush again and again. And you were so cute whenever I\ndid let you finish, like you were about to damn near explode from how\ngreat it was. That answer your question?

\n
\n

\nYeah. You did it to\nhurt me, like everything else.

\n
\n

\nI’m a simple\nman with simple pleasures. Now, maybe you can help me out with my\nnext question. I’d like to ask you what your favorite and least\nfavorite holes to get fucked in were, but I’d rather not spend\ntwo questions on it. You’re a hell of a lot smarter than me, so\nmaybe you know a good way to phrase it.

\n
\n

\nIf I just answer the\ndamn question, will this be over sooner? And no, that’s not one\nof my official questions.

\n
\n

\nSure will. As soon\nas you satisfy my curiosity, I’ve got no other business here.\nI’ll say goodbye and you’ll never have to see me again.

\n
\n

\nI can’t call\nany of them ‘favorite’, but the one I hated the least\nwas… vaginal sex, I guess. It didn’t hurt as much as\nanal, wasn’t as humiliating as oral, and I was on birth control\nthe entire time, so there was little risk of pregnancy. Best of all,\nsometimes I could pretend that things were normal. I could close my\neyes and try to pretend that I was back home, making love to someone\nwho respected and cared about me.

\n
\n

\nSee now, that’s\nkinda sweet. And your least favorite?

\n
\n

\nOral sex. I hated\nhaving your cock in me anywhere, but when it was vagina or anal sex,\nI could lie to myself that it was okay not to fight back, that the\nbest thing I could do in that moment was stoically endure it all. But\nwhen you used my mouth, I had no excuse. I could have bit at any\ntime, and I didn’t. I had to admit that I’d given up. \n

\n
\n

\nYeah, I can see why\nthat would be particularly awful.

\n
\n

\nDon’t pretend\nyou’re not getting off on it. Was all of it worth going to\nprison?

\n
\n

\nWell… if I\nhadn’t agreed to honesty, I’d tell you that prison was\nworse than anything, and that it turned me into a God-fearing\nindividual who wouldn’t dream of causing anymore trouble. But\nthe real answer, Lizzie, is that it was more than worth it. If you’ve\ngot the right mindset, prison’s just another place to hang your\nhat. Not very comfy and the company ain’t too pleasant, but you\nkeep your head down and you sail right through it. And I had all my\nmemories of you to keep me warm on those cold lonely nights. You\nhelped me cum almost as many times in those six years as you did in\nthe previous four.

\n
\n

\nBastard. You make it\nsound so easy. I had to spend all those years putting myself back\ntogether. Trying to convince myself that I was a person again, and\nnot a, a dumb animal. I still have half the disgusting tattoos you\ngave me, because they’re too humiliating to show anyone who\ncould remove it. I still can’t eat food at a table like a\nnormal person without feeling like I’m doing something wrong. I\ncan’t even look at a guy without a voice telling me that I’d\nbetter smile at him or he might knock my teeth out. It took me such a\nlong time just to allow myself to have hopes and dreams again, to\ndare to think that I had a future beyond waiting for the day you got\nbored and killed me. I-

\n
\n

\nWhoa whoa whoa, I\ndon’t mean to interrupt, but I can’t let that one go\nunanswered. You and me were gonna be forever, babe. I told you\nbefore, I knew you were something special the moment I saw you. I\nwasn’t ever going to give you up. If I hadn’t been\narrested, you and I would’ve grown old together in that house.

\n
\n

\nIs that supposed to\nmake me feel better?

\n
\n

\nA little, yeah.

\n
\n

\nIt doesn’t. It\nmakes me want to puke. The thought of living out my entire life never\nbeing anything more than your… your pet, makes me\nliterally want to vomit. Now hurry up and ask your next damn\nquestion.

\n
\n

\n…Fair\nenough. Then you’ll be happy to know that this is my last\nquestion for you. It’s getting late, and I’ve got a long\ndrive back home. Old one got repossessed, but I got a new one that’s\nreal nice. I’ll do you a favor and not ask if you’d ever\nlike to visit. Alright, here goes: did you ever enjoy our life\ntogether?

\n
\n

\n…Are\nyou serious?

\n
\n

\nI don’t mean\nthat you started thinking that I was the love of your life or\nanything. That you stopped wanting to go home, or wishing you didn’t\nhave to follow all the rules. But things weren’t always\nawful. I let you sleep right there with me in my bed every night,\nsnuggled up together like any other pair of lovers. I took you off\nyour ankle chain at least once a week so I could take you out on long\nwalks and get you some fresh air. On nights when I was watching\ntelevision, you’d get to relax on the couch and watch with me\njust so long as you kept my cock in your mouth, and I let you use the\ninternet every once in a while, under strict supervision, so that you\ncould keep track of how your family was doing. I brought you home a\ncake every year for your birthday, and presents for Christmas. You\ncan’t have hated all of that. I was a good owner. Wasn’t\nthere ever a time, even for a moment, where you didn’t hate\nyour life? Where you found yourself thinking ‘this isn’t\nso bad’?

\n
\n

\nNo. Never. Are we\ndone?

\n
\n

\n…Yeah,\nI guess we are. I’ll get out of your hair, then. Oh, gosh darn\nit, I forgot, I do have one more question-

\n
\n

\nNo.

\n
\n

\nThis one’s not\nabout our past together, I promise. It’s not even about you.

\n
\n

\n…What\nis it?

I was just wondering if you remember exactly what kind\nof medical allergy it is that your sister has. She knows she had one,\nbut the name of it keeps escaping her, no matter how hard I try to\njog her memory. Last thing I want to do is poison the poor thing by\naccident.

\n
\n

\nI told you before,\nif you lay one single goddamn finger on her-

\n
\n

\n*laughs* Oh, we’re\nway past fingers! Here, I got some picture on my phone. Ain’t\nshe just cute as hell with that new tattoo of hers on her stomach?\nShe’s still a little shy about it, but I told her that there’s\nnothing sweeter than sisters with paired tattoos, yeah? ‘fuckpet’\nand ‘fuckpet #2’. You’ll both look adorable if you\never end up side by side again.

\n
\n

\nI’m going to\nfucking kill you-

\n
\n

\nEasy girl, easy!\nWe’re in public, remember? No need to cause a scene. I’m\non the way out the door, anyways.

\n
\n

\nNo, you’re not\nleaving. You don’t get to show me that and walk out of here.\nYou’re not going anywhere but back to prison, and I’m\ngoing to make sure they throw away the fucking key this time!

\n
\n

\nOoooh, I hope not,\nfor your sister’s sake. Did I show you the last picture of her\nyet?

\n
\n

\nI don’t want\nto see any more of your disgusting…… what is that…?

\n
\n

\nThat is your\nsister’s hideyhole while I’m out on long trips like this\none. It’s not quite as cramped as the picture makes it look;\nit’s not exactly comfy, but big enough to hold about a full two\ndays worth of oxygen. She’s only been in there for about ten\nhours so far, so she’s still doing fine. Of course, if I end up\nhaving a run-in with law enforcement and can’t get back there…\nawful unpleasant way to die, I imagine.

\n
\n

\n…It\nwould better to let her die in there than to hand her over to you.

\n
\n

\nYou sure about that?\nI mean, you were rescued after just four years. Who’s to say\nthat won’t happen again? Heck, I could get caught tomorrow and\nshe goes home before I barely even get to break in her holes. You\nreally willing to condemn your own sister to death to spare her from\nwhat might very well be a temporary arrangement?

\n
\n

\n…What\ndo you want?

\n
\n

\nHmm? I just wanted\nto talk, reme-

\n
\n

\nWhat the fuck\ndo you want?!

\n
\n

\nSome better manners\nwould be good, for a start. I know you’ve had to go six years\nnow without an owner, but you know better than that.

\n
\n

\n…I’m\nsorry.

\n
\n

\n…

\n
\n

\nSir. I’m\nsorry, sir.

\n
\n

\nThat’s better.\nNow, if I can speak without being interrupted, all I came here to do\nis talk. I am more than happy to get in my car and drive back home,\nand you’ll never see me or my new pet again, I promise. But is\nthat what you want?

\n
\n

\nI-I can give you\nmoney. If you let her go, I won’t call the police, I’ll\neven… I’ll suck your cock. Sir.

\n
\n

\nI don’t need\nyour money, babe, and I’m sure your sister is going to be as\ngood a cocksucker as you were in no time. No, there’s only one\nway you can help her now: you know firsthand that being my pet\ninvolves an awful amount of work for just one girl to do. Poor thing\nwould have a much easier time if there was someone there to split the\nload with. ‘Many hands make for light work’ and all.

\n
\n

\nYou… n-no,\nno… I can’t… not again…

\n
\n

\nI know, Lizzie, I\nknow. Nobody would blame you for that. Well, your sister might once I\ntell her, but… *laughs* who cares what a fuckpet thinks,\nright? So don’t worry about her. You should go home, get some\nrest. Treat yourself to something nice tomorrow.

\n
\n

\nI… I……\nPlease…

\n
\n

\nI’m not gonna\nstick around here forever waiting for you to decide. One way or\nanother, I’m going to get in my car, and I’m going to\nleave, and I’m never coming back. It’s up to you if I’ve\ngot a passenger or not.

\n
\n

\n……will\nit be like before…?

\n
\n

\nYou mean, am I going\nto fuck you and beat you and treat you like the animal you are? I\nsure am. But it’ll be a little easier with her there. Someone\nto share the work, someone to talk to… and there will be all\nsorts of new games to play once I’ve got a pair of pets. Ever\nwonder what your sister’s pussy tastes like, Lizzie?

\n
\n

\n…*sob*……\nI hate you…I hate you, I hate you, I hate you….

\n
\n

\nIs that really how\nyou feel about me?

\n
\n

\n…*sniff*…\nNo, I… I love you, sir…

\n
\n

\nThere’s\nmy good girl! I missed you, pet. You ready to come back home and\nforget about these last six years?

\n
\n

\n…Yes,\nsir, that… that sounds wonderful…

\n
\n

\nMmm hmm. I brought a\nlittle welcome home present with me, in case things turned out this\nway. Put fresh batteries in and everything.

\n
\n

\n…Goddammit,\nyou… you… th-thank you, sir… I’m so happy\nto have my favorite belt back.

\n
\n

\nOh, I know exactly\nhow happy you are. Go ahead, put it on. The butt plug is going to be\na bit of squeeze after neglecting your anal training for so long, but\nI’m sure it’s nothing elbow grease can’t solve.

\n
\n

\nBut… but,\nwe’re…

\n
\n

\nIn public? So what?\nYou won’t ever be back here again, right? So you might as well\ngive people a show. Put it on. Now.

\n
\n

\n…Yes,\nsir……….

\n
\n

\nThere you go! It’s\na little bit of a tight fit around the hips, but that’s only\nbecause you’ve been letting yourself pig out all these years.\nWe’ll put you back on your regular diet once we’re home,\nand those pounds will just fly right off. And for now, at least the\nextra weight will keep any stray spoons from getting in there, right?\n*laughs*

\n
\n

\nYes, sir…

\n
\n

\nDon’t forgot\nto lock it. We don’t want any naughty pets getting tempted to\ntouch themselves, do we?

\n
\n

\n……I’m\ndoing this for her… I’m doing this for her… I’m\ndoing this for her… oh god… oh god please why is this\nhappening……. D-done, sir…

\n
\n

\nPerfect. I’ll\njust take that key back, and then we’ll switch it on…\nhow does that feel?

\n
\n

\n…*sob*…

\n
\n

\nSomeone’s\nalready earned herself an hour of discipline for her bad manners. Do\nI have to make it two?

\n
\n

\n…It\nfeels good, sir… I love the way it buzzes in my cunt and my\nbutthole, sir… Thank you again for the thoughtful gift, sir…

\n
\n

You’re\nwelcome, pet. It’s going to be a long drive back, so I wanted\nto make sure you had something to keep you occupied along the way. We\nreally do gotta get moving, though. Say goodbye to everyone, pet.

\n
\n

…goodbye…

\n
\n

\nAww, just look at\nthat. I didn’t even have to tell you to crawl. Let’s go.

\n
\n

\nYes, sir.

\n
\n

\nOnce we’re\nback, I’m thinking some celebratory suckjobs are in order. Now\nthat I know how much you adore oral sex, I’ll have to make sure\nwe schedule at least a couple hours every day.

\n
\n

\nThank you, sir.

\n
\n

\nAnd then we’ll\nget out the tattoo machine, and see about restoring the ones you\nlost.

\n
\n

\nYes, sir.

\n
\n

\nYou know, you are so\nmuch more pleasant to talk to like this, pet. No more moaning and\nbitching and pretending to be something you’re not. What are\nyou?

\n
\n

\n…An\nanimal, sir.

\n
\n

\nYes you are, pet,\nyes you are.

\n
\n

\n…

\n
\n

\nI’ve decided\nwe should take a bit of a roundabout route back, catch in some\nsights. I’m thinking we’ll be on the road for, I don’t\nknow, about twenty hours? You don’t mind, do you?

\n
\n

\nNo, sir.

\n
\n

\nI didn’t think\nso. Oh, and don’t worry: the car has a lovely trunk.\nLet’s get you home, Lizzie.

\n
\n

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