She was once someone very different she knew, as she sat on the floor naked, collar around her neck. She wasn’t the type of person who would have done all of the things that she did, or had done to her, daily. She had had hopes and dreams and a future, she had felt, at one time. The before time. Before she let go of everything she was and became less and less and lost her name, and slowly, over time, became an it.
Not that she really understood it on a deep level like that, not intellectually, not anymore. That part of her was gone, from grooming, conditioning, atrophy, use, and abuse. Deep thoughts no longer swam in the sex and pain filled mind. If you asked her what her name was, the answer reflexively would only be “cunt” and if you asked for her birth name, dull eyes would stare at you until she cobbled the thoughts of what came before was.
It wasn’t only her mind that had changed, but her body as well. What had once been a slim fresh teenager had now become the body of a woman, but a woman who had seen a lot of miles. Anyone looking at the brown haired fresh faced youngster on the flyers at the local Wal-mart would have walked past her now without a thought. Her own parents wouldn’t recognize her now. Her long brown hair was shorter and platinum blonde. Any remaining body hair on the body was not allowed. Her chest had naturally developed much more, full, but her nipples were extended, pierced, some minor scars marking the heavy abuse they had suffered. Her body was much the same, lean like an animal, no fat whatsoever, but sinewy and muscled, even more heavily criss-crossed with small and not so small scars. She was heavily tattooed, her arm sporting a full sleeve, her ass branded with “Property of God” and a tattoo that was almost always visible above her namesake, saying “Cumslut” and “Dog Fucker”.
Her ass and cunt had permanent gapes to them, always open, ready for access. Her labia sported multiple piercings, much like her face. She had been remade. She didn’t know it but he showed her pictures of herself from the Before and she no longer even recognized the girl in them as herself. Nothing mattered but the now and but what he wanted.
Not that she considered herself abused, not any longer. It had taken several years but he had slowly stripped away any sense of self she had once had, a snip here, a cut of dignity here, and a slice of free will there. Day by day, training, grooming, sex, pain, abuse, and Stockholm syndrome had remade her into his willing cunt. He paid many of his bills with her, rented her out, let his friends use her, and used her to help him acquire new cunts to start anew. Most never turned out as perfectly as she had however.
He had found her online, from a broken home, unable to deal with the abuse her dad gave her, the liberties he took with her. She couldn’t process it all, until she met him and he taught her to embrace it, own it. She resisted at first, but once she started turning off her brain and letting her body take over, it was over. She never realized that, but it was, until the day she simply never came home. He had picked her up and to be honest, no one really cared that she disappeared.
Oh, some noise was made in the news, but she had always been alone, and while her dad might have missed her warm holes, he didn’t miss having to deal with her and her emotional issues. Reports faded day by day, until one day, there was simply some flyers, slowly fading away much as the light in her had under his care.
She had been a fighter at first; most of them are, once they wonder if they’ll ever escape the basement. Most probably never do. She fought and fought and fought even as he made her cry and scream. Then he started training, toys, vibs, along with her pain and crying and slowly, bit by bit, she started responding, cumming. Even craving. Nothing is more glorious than the backhanding of a cunt and seeing them grow wet from it.
She did, and after a scary period where she thought some dark thoughts, as he had taught her with her dad, she embraced it. Day by day, she came to crave the abuse, come alive during it, flourishing like she had never done previously in her entire life. Strangely enough, for her, her disappearance freed her truest self. Things progressed quickly after that and one day, he didn’t lock the door. She didn’t try to leave. She was his from then on, and when he branded her, she had cum like a bitch in heat. She was free, but any part that wanted freedom was dead. Inked, whored, pierced, abused, shared, she loved it all. She even got to where she happily helped with new girls.
She didn’t know it but she was soon internet famous, well famous on a certain part of the internet. All the things he did to her were recorded, sold, distributed. Former classmates, a few, jerked off to her abuse, never knowing the nasty cunt getting fisted and sucking off a horse once sat beside them in class.
She was glorious and she didn’t even know it. She never questioned what was done to her, no matter how bad it hurt, she just lived to fuck and cum and cry, happier than she would have been in her life had he not picked her up.
She was just an it now, a cunt, a warm set of holes as he pounded into her, making her scream, but squeezing as hard as her loose cunt would allow on his cock. She was perfect now, perfectly happy, a thing, right where she belonged. Lost to herself, the world, but not to him and those with him. Those like him. She would have him for the rest of her life and she would be, in her own limited way, happy.
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