chattelprod:

The more she suffers, the wetter she gets. Every hour or so Daddy comes around to squeeze her tits, leave bruises on the quivering mound of flesh which was her body, now his property, she screams silently into the gag. He pinches her freshly pierced clit, twists her freshly pierced nipples, barks orders, commands her to contort herself for a better view of her snugly plugged ass, he spanks her, he locks her into a chastity belt, only to delicately tease the slimy little clit exposed through a cold metal slit. He puts his wet fingers over her nostrils, tightens her collar, attaches a leash.

“good girl.” he whispers into her ear, crawl.

She crawls, plugged, edged beyond belief, humiliated. 

The gag comes out for a rare second, she had been trained for this.

“Pretty please daddy, make this permanent” she panted.

“it already is”

He attached her keys to her collar, her hands and legs bitch bound. Daddy sat on her face and jacked himself off onto the floor next to her, she licked his ass, she thanked him for the privilege, she licked the cum off the floor, he smacked her hard, again and again, he put the gag back in. 

“Let’s keep you in a tight little box. You like tight little boxes don’t you?”

She frantically shook her head “no” as her cunt dripped, she liked to struggle, Daddy liked it when she did too. Daddy fit her into her new box. Daddy only used her to grope and lick his ass as he jacked himself off, onto other more privileged slaves. She had found her place in life.