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He really was a wolf in sheep’s clothing. Literally no one was the wiser to his true intentions; not even you, in that first encounter or the subsequent times he’s paid to fuck you or picked up the other girls in your area that were never seen again, would have thought that he was this kind of monster. You suppose that both you and the girls that have been killed by him had to learn this the hard way. No one has come to look for you, though why would they? You’re nothing but a sleazy whore, the lowest scum of the earth. They are probably relieved that you’re no longer clogging up the streets. That’s what he said to you. As much as it stings, you know it to be true.
How long has it been? Weeks? Months? …longer? You didn’t have any perception of time there in the dark of his basement, though… it’s not like you really cared that much, anymore. The only way you could tell the passing of time is when he came to visit you, and oh… He did so, so very, very often. He had a soft spot for you- he told you as much. Over and over again, until you finally heard the genuineness in his voice, saw it in the way he looked at you, and how he touched you-
You rubbed your thighs together, kneading the soft fat of your calves as you struggled not to touch yourself. It’s not like you’re some inexperienced virgin; you’ve been with plenty of both men and women, doing a variety of degrading and sickening things to earn your next meal ticket. You are jaded and desensitized, yet… It was impossible for you to sit still with the plug that fit snugly in your ass. The wetness between your legs was shameful, but you didn’t feel anything other than the carnal need to be fucked by your Master. The plush tail attached to the plug tickled your legs and feet. You were wearing a matching headband with cat ears, and a complimenting lingerie set that left you more exposed and humiliated than if you were left completely nude. He said he liked it best on you.
His little kitten…
You don’t even flinch as a body is dropped to the floor. A woman, maybe your age, maybe older, unconscious but not dead. Not yet. Before he left again, she would be dead, but you? You would still be alive. That’s how it always went, and that’s how it will be, so long as he doesn’t grow bored of you.
You won’t allow him too, no matter what.
The set up was as follows: you would be the star attraction tonight. You already knew what to do. She was already prepped. The lights were on and the cameras were set. Once he took his seat and gave you the signal, you began your performance.
She didn’t immediately stir as you moved to straddle her thighs. You leaned down and gave her a gentle peck on the lips. Soft… You slipped your tongue past her parted teeth and began to run your hands over her body. She was wearing a revealing dress that allowed her ample chest to come nearly spilling out. Her thighs were only barely covered, and her lingerie was matching and lacy. Cute… Could you fit into it? Would your Master gift you with something like this?
Now the other woman was reacting. Subtly shifting and arching into your touch, groaning into your mouth as you continued to explore her mouth. You break from the kiss and trail your mouth down to her jawline, then to her collarbone, stopping to nip and suck at the sensitive flesh that covered it. A soft moan escaped her lips as she wiggled underneath you.
This isn’t the first time you’ve done something like this. It would be a lie to say you didn’t develop some kind of enjoyment in helping your Master in the time you’ve been held captive. You continued down to the bound woman’s breast, pausing to take the fabric between your teeth and yank it down so they fell free from the fabric. Once you started to lick and suck one of her nipples, she awakened with a start.
Always “N-No! Please! Why are you doing this?! Help me! You don’t have to do this!” Every single time. It barely reached your ears anymore. You just continued with the script: go from one breast to the other, make a show of sucking and biting with a pull of your teeth, leave bruises and bite marks and make your way down to between her legs…
Soon enough she couldn’t hide her moans of pleasure. Fear was ever-present, but the way she bucked and rolled her hips into your mouth was unmistakable and unmissable. You were praised for your good work. Good? Could it really be good? You didn’t feel much of anything; a tingling in between your own thighs, sure, but good? You weren’t so sure.
You escalated. Pushing your fingers inside of her wet folds. In and out… You’ve done it so many times to yourself on camera, in private for your Master, only for yourself… And she isn’t the first woman you’ve done this to. Even before all… this. Hook up, drag your fingers back, pressure- more pressure. “Make her squeal.” You remembered what he asked, and you provided. As did she.
Now it’s his turn. You sit to the side and watch like a good Kitten. Your stomach twisted as burned as you watched him fuck the other woman. Is she better than you? What if you’re replaced…! Your chin is grabbed and he shoves his thumb into your mouth, flattening your tongue. You’re led by your mouth to sit on the woman’s face. You do so compliantly. She doesn’t complain much either, though you can’t really hear anything over your own heartbeat and his heavy breathing.
Ahh… a tongue. Good. She doesn’t need to be threatened, then. He’s watching your facial expressions, grabbing your jaw and holding you in place. You don’t look away as you cum, and neither does he. He’s so quiet when it isn’t you… Maybe you don’t have much to worry about after all?
You’re fucked on top of her, laid so that you were facing one another. Her makeup is smeared and running down her face. You kiss her and she kisses you back. It seems like it’s going well. He finishes inside of you and starts again. He does favor you over her! You’re almost smug over it. But he does go back to her eventually. You’re not happy, but you understand.
You sit off to the side, legs spread wide as you idly pleasure yourself as your Master fucks the other woman. The chat loves the “reverse cuckold” thing that he does when bringing in other women from the streets. They think you’re adorable when you're pouting and masterbating by yourself, looking simply jealous as your “man” is fucking another whore in front of you. It does sting a bit. More than a bit… You hate how shrill her screams are, and how she trembles under his touch, how she moves against him and moans for it to stop…
Your Master is standing before you. He grabs your chin and forces you to look up. No cock in your face? You pout, disappointed. No, there’s something else. You’re guided to your feet by your chin. He takes your hand in his and places something familiar into it. You’re led to the woman. Winded, fucked out of her mind. Used up. You fall to your knees alongside your Master.
The knife in your hand feels light, well made. It’s been used on you many, many times. This is the first time you’ve held it in your hand. Your wrist is raised- high, higher- until it’s pulling on your shoulder and making you uncomfortable. He pulls the hair from your face and leans close to your ear. You are given a simple command:
“Finish it.”
You sit in the shower, shaken. Blood circles the drain. Pink and fleeting. You feel warm bile burn the back of your nose. Even with the water scalding hot, you feel an unshakable chill wrack your body. You didn’t want to leave the comfort of the shower- of the water. Between your legs burns and aches, and thick globs of white are still squeezing out of you intermittently. Your hands were scrubbed raw, until the skin broke and you bleed- still are bleeding.
It’s over… You close your legs and shove your hands between your thighs out of habit. You don’t know what will happen now, but you did it. Blood is now on your hands. But it’s over now… You close your eyes as the bathroom door creaks open.
It’s over…