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   I bit my lip nervously as I glanced around. I didn't like being out in the open. I hated it. There were too many people watching me. Too many with eyes full of desire. I caught one's eye and shuddered from the lust I saw.
   I dropped my eyes to the ground respectfully as I sped up, walking quickly past them. I wouldn't have to worry about this so much if I was allowed to drive. But slaves don't get that freedom. Not unless their master says so. And I don't have a master. Yay me.
   I turned onto another street and glanced behind me. Shit. They were following me, eyes roving my body. I gulped and ducked into an alleyway, glancing behind me again as I did. Once they reached the alleyway, they stopped, raising an eyebrow and crossing their arms. Waiting. But I wouldn't have to worry about them as long as I stayed off the street.
   I let out a sigh of relief and turned to walk down the alley. Then stopped in my tracks. More of them. A group of three were walking towards me, vicious smiles on each of their faces. These were thugs, and wouldn't mind getting violent if they wanted to.
   I glanced back towards the entrance. The first one was still there, an amused smirk waiting for me there. I knew my options. So did they. I gulped and hesitantly walked back to the entrance, where the smirking girl quickly wrapped an arm around my waist. "Sorry girls, this one's mine." She said over my head and I shuddered at her words.
   I heard a few sighs of defeat as she led me back down the street, holding me tightly against her side. I didn't bother looking up. Too disrespectful. "D-do I get to k-know your name?"
   "No." Well at least she wasn't asking mine. I heard a car door open and then she pushed me into the passengers seat. I bumped my knee against the door, but I didn't hit anything else, so I didn't bother saying anything. I felt her hand roughly grip my hair and she pulled my face up roughly. I bit my lip quickly, holding my cry in. She had bright blue eyes that seemed to find something amusing about my pain. "I'm going to take you home. You are going to tell me the address, and then you are going to use that slutty little hole of yours to keep me entertained until we get there. Then we're gonna go in and I'll enjoy your other hole. Understand?" She tugged on my hair again, and I couldn't stop the little hiss of pain before I nodded.
   She seemed satisfied, so she released me, closing the door. I felt tears in my eyes but I blinked them away. I stared at my hands as she slid into her seat, her hand quickly finding my hair again. When she asked for my address, I told her. She seemed happy with it. It was on the other end of town. Plenty of time alone with me.
   She stared at me for a second and I shifted in my seat until my face was in the position she wanted. She used her free hand to undo her pants before pulling her dick out. It was around the average size for her kind. Big enough to cause pain. She didn't give me a chance to say anything as she pushed my mouth down onto her.
   I heard the car start under us as I sucked, trying to not appear as eager as I was. As much as I wish I didn't, I loved when this happened. When my complaints meant nothing. When I had no say in what was done to me. It was a strange thrill. Anyone else would hate it, hate being sometimes object, but my body jumped on the chance with a ferocity I'd never heard of.
   Despite my efforts, I couldn't stop myself from moaning softly as she used her grip on my hair to start roughly fucking my throat. She chuckled a little and kept going, starting to force her hips up to meet me. There were tears in my eyes from the force of it, but I didn't gag. Too much practice for that.
   I felt a twitch and then she slammed me to her base, my throat expanding to accommodate the delicious liquid pouring into me. I moaned again as I swallowed it all, shuddering in pleasure. The shit was fucking addictive as hell. I'd luckily never had withdrawal, but I'd heard it was the worst thing that could happen to someone.
   She chuckled again and started up again, pounding roughly into my mouth. This was my life. An object for other people's pleasure. Anyone could walk up to me on the street and decide to fuck me, and I let them. What I wanted didn't matter. Until I was marked, I was everyone's toy. And God did I want to be marked. It was protection from the random people on the street, but it was also something that said I belonged to someone. Something that meant I was more than a hole to be fucked.
   She came two more times before we reached my parking lot, something I only realized because she pulled me off. I coughed a little as she fixed her pants, saliva dripping down my chin. You'd think I wouldn't enjoy that kinda roughness, but hey, you've probably been wrong before.
   She released me and turned the car off, stepping outside. I quickly copied her, biting my lip fearfully. She watched me for a second and then wrapped an arm around my waist, leading me to the building. Her hand dropped lower, groping my ass. I gasped softly in pleasure as I walked her to my apartment. Then we reached another problem.
   "Why do you have so many locks on here?" She asked, letting go of me as I felt around for my keys.
   "No reason." I quickly started unlocking them, but I could still hear her tapping her foot impatiently. I had just reached for the last lock when she spoke.
   "That's it." I turned to look at her and she slammed me into the door, knocking my keys to the floor. I cried out in pain as she started roughly tugging at my jeans. Her hand fisted my hair again and pulled my head back to her. "Shut up you little whore."
   I bit my lip harshly, shaking a little as she dropped my pants to the ground. I could feel the breeze from the air conditioner at the end of the hall and I blushed darkly, squeezing my eyes shut in embarrassment. This wasn't the first time this had happened. I'd honestly lost count. Didn't make it any less embarrassing. And everyone kind of expected it anyways. A few of my neighbors have even waited nearby for turns with me before. Those were fun nights.
   She spun me around, slamming my back against the door. I cried out again and she simply smirked, using one hand to pin my arms above me and the other to lift my legs so that they wrapped around her waist. I felt her tip press against me, and then I cried out again as she started roughly thrusting into me.
   She groaned and sped up, making me throw my head back into the door. It was times like this that I was happy to be a slave. Happy to be someone's object. It felt so good that I doubt I could live without this feeling.
   She rammed into my spot and I screamed, pleasure bursting through every one of my nerves. My door was shaking with every thrust, and I knew me neighbors could hear us. Honestly, the whole block could probably hear me.
   She leaned forward, keeping her thrusts hard and fast, and bit my ear. I just moaned, completely helpless against her. She let go of it, and started kissing just under my ear instead. "What are you?" I could barely hear the whisper over my cries, but it still rang in my head like a school bell.
   "A whore! A dirty slut! A stupid fuck toy!" I screamed the words back at her. They'd been engraved into my brain years ago, and they'd been true every time I said them.
   She seemed satisfied with my answer and bit down harshly on my shoulder. I screamed again and came, feeling the warmth spread onto my stomach. She chuckled and kept thrusting, and I swear she was trying to break my brain.
   She sped up again and then slammed all the way in. I could hear her satisfied sigh as her warm liquid spread throughout my bottom, nearly filling me to the max. She pulled out and then dropped me with no warning. A toy she didn't want to play with anymore. I could feel her cum leaking out of me as I rested my head against the door. That was thrilling at least.
   She crouched down so we were a little bit more level and pulled my head back by my hair, smirking. I just stared at her, panting from the rough treatment. She pressed a kiss to my forehead and let me go, my head dropping in shame and exhaustion. I heard a zipper and then her heels clicking as she walked away.
   I waited a few seconds before I mustered the strength to lift myself off the ground, bringing my keys with me. I didn't even bother pulling up my pants as I turned the final lock and stumbled inside. I only managed to lock a few of them before I collapsed again, my legs giving out from under me.
   I panted some and then I forced myself back to my knees, leaving the rest of the locks alone. I'd be safe tonight anyways. I managed to half crawl, half limp to the bathroom before crawling into the shower. I ran cold water. It felt a lot better against my burning skin. I didn't even wash myself, I just turned enough that the water rinsed the cum off.
   Once it was all off, I climbed out, wiping down with a towel before putting on some briefs and an oversized shirt that hung halfway down my thighs. Good enough. I'd barely made it to the bed when I collapsed again, wrapping myself in the blanket. So warm. I barely even noticed when I drifted off.

   Loud knocking woke me up, nearly making me fall from where I'd been dangling dangerously over the edge. I glanced at my clock, blinking until the fuzzy colors made sense. 11:26. A quick glance at my window told me it was at night. Jesus, why can't I ever get peace?
   I stumbled out of the bed, wincing in pain. Who the hell even comes knocking this late at night? Police. I hesitated and then shook the thought from my head. No reason for them to be here. No reason for them to take me again. I reached the door, wincing in pain as I unlocked it. My ass felt like hell, and my throat wasn't in much better shape.
   When I opened it, all that pain vanished. Replaced by fear. "Y-you said you'd be back F-Friday." I whispered at the figure standing in my doorway. She was my neighbor, and since I'd moved in we'd had a schedule. She came over Friday night, stayed till Monday morning. The entire time I served her, and only her.
   She smirked, and the look sent daggers into my stomach. I glanced at her feet, where three bags rested. Two were shopping bags, and based on the name, I shuddered to think what was in them. The last was an overnight bag, stuffed to the brim. I gulped and she stepped inside, gesturing to her bags as she walked past me.
   I hesitantly bent over and grabbed them, shivering as her cold hand traced my hips. After I set them inside, I closed and locked the door, carrying the bags into my living room. She was sitting in the armchair, one leg crossed over the other and her stare made me feel like an animal on exhibit.
   I set the bags next to her before kneeling with my head against the inside of her leg. She hummed softly and placed her other leg down, gently lifting my face up to her. I could always lose myself in her stormy gray eyes, but the playful smirk always pulled my attention. "Do you know why I'm here kitten?" I watched her lips as she spoke, the way they moved, what words made them poke out a little. She was perfection incarnate.
   "N-no ma'am." I whispered, unable to break the trance she kept me in.
   She chuckled and tapped the bottom of my chin, pulling my gaze back up to hers. "I heard your little guest earlier. I'm not surprised with you, but I was surprised with how I felt afterwards. Do you know why?"
   It was a rhetorical question. I didn't know anything. It didn't stop me from answering though. "N-no m-ma'am. I d-don't."
   She played with my hair, and if I hadn't already been on my knees I would have collapsed. "When I heard you two, I felt angry. I've never been jealous before kitten, but I know that's what it was." I felt my cheeks warming up in embarrassment. I'd never had someone be jealous of me. Or possessive.
   "Why?" I hadn't meant to ask, but it slipped out anyways.
   She didn't say anything for a second, and then she hesitantly reached into one of the shopping bags. I watched her hand carefully, and my breath hitched when she pulled the collar out. I looked up at her, and for once, she seemed nervous. She took a moment to collect herself and then set it in her lap, gently grabbing my face between both hands.
   I stared at her, tears building in my eyes. "Dustian Parker, will you submit to me as my slave, and allow me to be your Master?"
   I could barely breath. I wanted this so badly I highly doubt the question was even necessary. I nodded desperately, crying against her leg. She kept petting me, and though it was quiet, I could hear her breathing hitching and her hand was shaky. "T-thank you ma'am!"
   She pulled my face up to her and she gently pressed her lips to mine. I melted into the kiss, moaning against her lips. She pulled away and leaned into my ear, and I shuddered at her words. "Call me master."
   "M-Master~"
   She chuckled, her confidence obviously returning. I felt a soft material around my neck, and then a click. It was snug, and it tightened when I took too deep a breath. Perfect.
   I looked up, my tears drying and being replaced with a bright smile. I belonged now. To her. It felt nice. "A-are you moving in, o-or am I?" I didn't care at this point. My blood felt like it was full of some kind of drug. I think it's called dopamine.
   "I'm staying here tonight, but tomorrow we're moving you into my apartment." I smiled, and I felt like my cheeks were starting to rip from the force.
   Her smirk turned dark. "As my first order as your Master, I think I should make sure everyone else knows you're taken." I blushed darkly and glanced at the bags. Oh no. "Take that shirt off and kneel with your head against the couch. Hold it if you need to." I gulped and got in position, although I kept my hands on my knees. I could do this.
   I heard the bag rustling and then I gasped softly at the cold leather running down my back. "You are going to be a good little slave and take this whipping without moving. Understand?" Her voice was dangerous, challenging.
   It was a challenge she knew I wouldn't meet. "Y-yes Master."
   "You are allowed to make whatever noises you need to, as long as you continue to do as I say. This is to mark you as mine, but it is also to help reinforce the rules you will follow. Do you understand me slave?" If she never touched me, I could still break just from her voice.
   "Y-yes Master." She chuckled and I heard the whip crack before pain blossomed in my left shoulder. I cried out and squeezed my knees tightly.
   "Who do you belong to?" Another crack, this time against my side.
   "Y-you! You Master!"
   "Who is allowed to touch you?"
   Thanks to the collar around my neck, that question answered itself. "Only you Master!" The whip came down in the center of my back, and I screamed in pain.
   "Do you think for yourself?" Crack. The center of my shoulder blades.
   "No Master! You think for me!" I screamed, my knuckles turning white from my death grip.
   "Good answer. What limits do I have for what I can do to you?" The next hit was barely above my boxers, and it took all my strength not to throw my head back when I screamed.
   "You have none Master! I'm not worth the dirt beneath your feet! You could kill me and no one would even bat an eye!" It stung how true the words were. Slaves mean nothing. We're objects, and that's it.
   I cried softly as I waited for the next hit. But it didn't come. I heard her sigh in contentment, and then her hands were playing with my hair again. "I think that's enough with that toy. Ready for the next one?" As if that mattered. I nodded and did my best to catch my breath. She reached over my head and grabbed my throw pillows.
   I didn't move as she set the pillows behind me, but I shivered when she ran another hand through my hair. "Get on all fours kitten. Knees on one pillow, arms and face on the other. I want that ass up."
   I scrambled into the position, burying my face into my arms and lifting my ass as high as I could. She chuckled and I heard a rip as she removed my boxers. "Oops. Good thing you didn't need those anymore."
   I blushed darkly and tried to ignore the burning pain from not getting release. I heard rustling in the bags again and then a hard plastic against my hole. I gasped in painful pleasure as she pushed it in. It wasn't very long, but it was wide. And something was holding it in place. She pushed against it and I moaned. It was pushing right against my spot.
   She stood up and I heard rustling again. "We're gonna go over the basic rules now. Can your pathetic little brain follow that?"
   I gulped and nodded. "Yes Master."
   "You are not allowed to touch yourself without permission." A hard, wooden surface slammed into my ass. And the plug. It slammed the plug into my spot hard enough that I nearly burst right there. I screamed, pain and pleasure mingling together to unbearable levels.
   "You are not to speak unless spoken to, or unless I give you permission." Another hit, another scream.
   "You are to quit your job, because I will provide for you. All you have to do is serve me, and be an obedient cock slut." I'd expected that. I didn't mind. It seemed like a better plan anyways. I cried out from the next hit and then I heard her set the paddle down.
   My ass was burning again, but I didn't mind. I'd kill for her to keep hurting me, to keep abusing me. It felt amazing and I didn't want it to ever end.
   I felt her hand rubbing up my back, making its way towards my neck. I shuddered in pleasure. She chuckled again and pulled my hair up to her crotch. I got a strong whiff of her musk and I felt my eyes roll back in pleasure. "Does my little slave want me to use his pretty little mouth?"
   "Yes yes please Master yes!" I nodded desperately, tears forming out of desperation. She moved her skirt out of the way and lined up with my mouth. She tapped my cheek and I opened my mouth obediently, looking up at her in awe. She smiled and started slowly pushing into my mouth.
   Unlike the girl from earlier, and most others in general, Master was much, much bigger. Big enough that she filled my entire mouth, even when I stretched my mouth as far it could. She grunted in frustration a bit as she pulled my face forward some as she worked on pushing her tip into my throat.
   After applying some more force, my throat gave and I lurched forward, taking several inches down my throat. I gagged, something only she seemed able to make me do. My eyes filled with tears as I started sucking desperately. I wanted her to be proud of me. She moaned quietly and kept pushing, every inch finding resistance in my throat.
   She groaned in frustration and slammed me all the way down, hilting herself in my throat. I cried out but managed to keep quiet otherwise. With no warning she pulled back and started roughly thrusting into my mouth, ignoring my tears and the pathetic sounds coming from my throat. She'd never been this rough with me before. I guess she was still upset about the last girl who'd been in my mouth.
   She kept thrusting, and I did my best to hold her leg to steady myself. An angry look from her shut that down though, as my arm fell limply to the ground. She pulled my off her and kept me from collapsing by holding my hair. If not for her grip on it I would have faceplanted the floor by now.
   She playfully smacked me with her dick, smearing spit and pre cum on my face. I just panted, trying to catch my breath before her next onslaught. I took a deep breath and nearly choked on it as she started force feeding me her dick again. She was moaning, her head thrown back with her brown hair bouncing around with each thrust.
   I don't know how much more she expected me to take, but she suddenly pulled out again. I managed to look at her just as the first spray hit my face. Some when into my mouth, sending delightful shivers down my spine, but the rest coated my face. It was on my lips, my chin, my cheek. And that was the first spray. She started jacking herself, and more bursts hit me. My chest, my nose. I could feel it in my hair. She really was marking her territory, wasn't she?
   Her moans died out, and in my shock at my sudden shower, she forced herself back into my throat. Fuck, I love being her object. The pain in my throat, the warmth of her dick sliding down my throat, even the cum covering my face, I loved it all. I loved it more than I should. "That's it, take it like a good bitch." She moaned, slamming into my throat harder.
   "Mmf!" I screamed. I don't think it was any actual word, but it felt good to scream. Her cum was thick, and I could feel it dribbling down the sides of my face. I really was a whore, wasn't I?
   She moaned and hilted again, holding me in place to make sure I couldn't move. I didn't want to. I was too busy enjoying the cum quickly filling my throat. I swallowed as best as I could, but it filled my mouth too quickly, and I could feel it adding itself to the rest as it found miniscule cracks in my lips to slip through. She pulled out and let go of my hair.
   I collapsed and felt a final spray hit my back. I shuddered in pleasure, enjoying the warmth in and on my body. My mouth was still full, and while I was managing to swallow a little bit at a time, I could feel it leaking out and pooling around my face.
   I couldn't see her, but I gasped softly as she removed the plug. Her fingers traced my cheek, and then I felt her spread the thick substance around my hole. She hiked my ass up, pulling my face back into my arms like they'd been earlier.
   She smacked my sore ass and then roughly pushed into me. I cried out, but I couldn't move. My muscles were exhausted, refusing to move. She wasted no time, fucking me relentlessly. It was too much. I screamed and came, my dick twitching helplessly.
   She laughed sadistically and kept pounding, reaching around to grip my balls tightly. I cried out again as her hand tightened. "My my, you can't even handle my dick for a few seconds. We're gonna have to work on your stamina, you dirty fucking slut."
   She released my balls and pulled my hair back, forcing me into more of a doggy position. She kept pounding, slamming into my hole with a violent determination. Slowly my cries and whimpers died out, and she dropped my head. I fell forward, my chin crashing into my arms. I couldn't keep up anymore. My throat was exhausted, my brain was exhausted. And I think it's obvious that my body was exhausted.
   I came again, but she didn't say anything to me. I didn't make a sound either. The only noise was her gentle moans and the harsh slapping of skin on skin. I could barely keep my eyes open. She groaned loudly and I felt her twitch inside me. Then she came. Just like before, it was powerful. I could feel each burst hitting my insides. Filling me to the brim.
   When it felt like I couldn't fill anymore, she pulled out, spraying the rest on my ass. God, she could cum buckets. I stayed quiet, barely breathing. I panted, my eyelids drooping. She pulled my head up by my hair, watching me with amusement. "I'm not quite finished with you yet, but you can go to sleep if you want. I know your slutty little body has been working hard today."
   I barely heard her as she released me, my eyes already closing. I was out before I even hit the ground, but I felt as she pushed back into me. I was just a hole. A slave with no purpose other than to be fucked. But I was hers.

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