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tanuno
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[Novaksus] 
Abby Chapter 1 - 30
The huge man dropped down to one knee as he flipped the girl forward, having her land on her tits on the ground. He then held her ass securely in his hands while he fucked the ever living life out of her. Slamming into her pussy, making her ass cheeks sing in rhythm to Abby's abuse.
He lifted her ass further up as she was rendered a drooling mess on the floor. Grunting and moaning, the man slammed against her with such force, she was sure he was going to break her.
Being dragged around on the ground, fucked in every conceivable position, and even a few more, she was just a living sex toy for this brute. He had yet to cum, and she was praying for him to soon finish inside of her.
She was so dirty. Filthy, ruined, broken, overfucked. But he wasn't done with her yet.
Lifting her legs up into the air, he fucked her by yanking her lower body up and down, letting his cock plunge into her over and over.
Some time later, Abby had regained some strength and composure. She was fighting to not break. She couldn't count how many orgasms she had enjoyed, while this bull had yet to unload once. She was standing on her own two feet, her hands holding onto the wall while her ass was jutting out. She was clenching down on the cock, trying her best to stimulate and pleasure the man that was using her. Moaning wantingly, she was giving off a totally different energy than before. This looked and felt consensual.
A long strand of drool hung from her tongue as she was panting passionately. Covered in dirt, defiled by the unending sexual assault, yet still.
She tightened her bubble butt as she met the man's thrusts. She hadn't even noticed that the barn doors were opening.
"Get back." George told the large man. The bull immediately pulled out and stepped back. Lowering its head, the masked man was breathing heavily, he was exhausted.
Abby felt a new hand caress her pussy. She cried out as another orgasm hit her. Was another man here to fuck her? She jutted her squirting cunt out, humping the fingers eagerly.
"Child. You be in a world of trouble. But... Are ya okay?"
"F...F...Fine... I... fine..." Abby mumbled, still yet to really process what was going on.
Abby Chapter 1 - 30The huge man dropped down to one knee as he flipped the girl forward, having her land on her tits on the ground. He then held her ass securely in his hands while he fucked the ever living life out of her. Slamming into her pussy, making her ass cheeks sing in rhythm to Abby's abuse.
He lifted her ass further up as she was rendered a drooling mess on the floor. Grunting and moaning, the man slammed against her with such force, she was sure he was going to break her.
Being dragged around on the ground, fucked in every conceivable position, and even a few more, she was just a living sex toy for this brute. He had yet to cum, and she was praying for him to soon finish inside of her.
She was so dirty. Filthy, ruined, broken, overfucked. But he wasn't done with her yet.
Lifting her legs up into the air, he fucked her by yanking her lower body up and down, letting his cock plunge into her over and over.
Some time later, Abby had regained some strength and composure. She was fighting to not break. She couldn't count how many orgasms she had enjoyed, while this bull had yet to unload once. She was standing on her own two feet, her hands holding onto the wall while her ass was jutting out. She was clenching down on the cock, trying her best to stimulate and pleasure the man that was using her. Moaning wantingly, she was giving off a totally different energy than before. This looked and felt consensual.
A long strand of drool hung from her tongue as she was panting passionately. Covered in dirt, defiled by the unending sexual assault, yet still.
She tightened her bubble butt as she met the man's thrusts. She hadn't even noticed that the barn doors were opening.
"Get back." George told the large man. The bull immediately pulled out and stepped back. Lowering its head, the masked man was breathing heavily, he was exhausted.
Abby felt a new hand caress her pussy. She cried out as another orgasm hit her. Was another man here to fuck her? She jutted her squirting cunt out, humping the fingers eagerly.
"Child. You be in a world of trouble. But... Are ya okay?"
"F...F...Fine... I... fine..." Abby mumbled, still yet to really process what was going on.
wivers
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I have compiled "Sadie's Fall" and "L. Chapter 03" from [Novaksus] into single text files (markdown format) with linked images in the best places in the text, and also converted them into .epub ebooks.
They were originally shared by @tanuno in this thread, so hopefully it is fine to share them here again in this new format (hopefully better for reading the stories, I know it's better for me).
Here is "Sadie's fall" (pretty big, since I did not convert/compress the images)
Edit: My connection is too crappy, I will add the markdown file (+ images) latter to this post
2024-06-18 Edit: added text (markdown) file. The files are in 2 parts, extract (unzip) the part 001, and part 002 should be extracted automatically once part 001 is done.
For the 'linked' images to be displayed: 1. keep images and .md file in the same folder (or change the links in the folder accordingly),
2. use a text editor that can render markdown (Zettlr, Obsidian, ... or the likes of notepad++ or VScode with a markdown add-on).
You can also read text in markdown with any text editor that can read plain text (like 'notepad'), but these will not display the images directly, only the links.
They were originally shared by @tanuno in this thread, so hopefully it is fine to share them here again in this new format (hopefully better for reading the stories, I know it's better for me).
Here is "Sadie's fall" (pretty big, since I did not convert/compress the images)
Edit: My connection is too crappy, I will add the markdown file (+ images) latter to this post
2024-06-18 Edit: added text (markdown) file. The files are in 2 parts, extract (unzip) the part 001, and part 002 should be extracted automatically once part 001 is done.
For the 'linked' images to be displayed: 1. keep images and .md file in the same folder (or change the links in the folder accordingly),
2. use a text editor that can render markdown (Zettlr, Obsidian, ... or the likes of notepad++ or VScode with a markdown add-on).
You can also read text in markdown with any text editor that can read plain text (like 'notepad'), but these will not display the images directly, only the links.
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tanuno
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Hello.
Excellent! I know very well that it is quite a job to do it. Anything that improves and helps your reading and viewing is welcome. Thank you.
wivers
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"L. Chapter 3" by Novaksus. in .epub and markdown.
This file is smaller because the images were more compressed (It's still the "original" images, from this thread)
Do keep in mind that Novaksus' stories contain pretty much only abuse, non-consensual sex, and violence toward the girls... (Although from "Sadie's Fall", it looks like they can end in a *somewhat* positive note)
Let me know if a file is corrupted (cannot be opened). It would mean the upload was interrupted because of my internet connection, and so I would reupload the file.
2024-06-18 Edit: Removed a duplicate image of Sadie sleeping in "part" 03 (technically, a duplicate link)
This file is smaller because the images were more compressed (It's still the "original" images, from this thread)
Do keep in mind that Novaksus' stories contain pretty much only abuse, non-consensual sex, and violence toward the girls... (Although from "Sadie's Fall", it looks like they can end in a *somewhat* positive note)
I've been wondering that. Obviously it's because I prefer happy characters and consensual (and generally less violent Bdsm-) relationships. Yet I'm less bothered by others authors' works, for example Erenisch, even though the men/doms in their stories are similarly awful and the girls similarly abused.
I've narrowed it down to these reasons:
1. The "average" abusers (meaning 99% of male characters) generally seems (to me) less hateful in Erenisch stories, and more blazé/indifferent instead.
2. The girl in Erenisch stories seem to have more "agency" in their feelings, thoughts, and action. The (non-consensual) mind-control/mind alteration is less potent.
If these things don't bother you (or you love them), you'll probably have a blast with these stories though. I fond plenty to like myself. A lot of hot stuff happening, lack of consent notwithstanding; and I'm a sucker for longer narratives, even with my smutt.
I've narrowed it down to these reasons:
1. The "average" abusers (meaning 99% of male characters) generally seems (to me) less hateful in Erenisch stories, and more blazé/indifferent instead.
2. The girl in Erenisch stories seem to have more "agency" in their feelings, thoughts, and action. The (non-consensual) mind-control/mind alteration is less potent.
If these things don't bother you (or you love them), you'll probably have a blast with these stories though. I fond plenty to like myself. A lot of hot stuff happening, lack of consent notwithstanding; and I'm a sucker for longer narratives, even with my smutt.
Let me know if a file is corrupted (cannot be opened). It would mean the upload was interrupted because of my internet connection, and so I would reupload the file.
2024-06-18 Edit: Removed a duplicate image of Sadie sleeping in "part" 03 (technically, a duplicate link)
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tanuno
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[Novaksus] Abby Chapter 1 - 31
Giving the bruised pony's rump a gentle smack, the old man grabbed her by the head adornment and led her off.
"Randy, show the bull to its stall and let him return to himself."
Bringing the confused pony over to one of the punishment devices, the old man seemed angry with the dumb girl.
"Lost ya toys, lost the things I gifted ya with. I'm disappointed in ya..." He coldly said as Abby stumbled forth. She felt so bad, so horrible. She wasn't quite sure what had happened, but she felt that she had failed him, and it was a gruesome feeling.
"S...S...Sorry... Sir..." She whimpered and mewled.
Not responding to her weak apology, the farmer just placed the girl on the device, fixing her arms to the metal poles and locking her head in the small stockade.
"Now, keep your ass presented, child. Need ta punish that butt of yours for ya disobedience..."
He pushed two fingers into her cunt and lifted her backside up by her sex.
Crying and shivering in fear, Abby couldn't formulate any words. She felt so horrible. Having slowly regained her bearings after the intense and brutal fucking she had been subjected to. It seemed like the pain was far from over.
When George was done locking her to the stockade, he stepped behind her and quickly brushed some dirt off of her perky ass cheeks.
"This will teach ya ta go against my commands..." He sternly uttered before lifting his arm and preparing to spank the disobedient pony.
"Wait!" A voice called out. Randy had returned and noticed that Abby was about to be punished.
"Hm? What?" George grunted, having stopped his hand an inch from her butt.
"Ah. Sorry pa. See... I kinda took off her things. T'wasn't her. But me."
George stepped away from Abby. The poor girl wasn't listening. She was standing with her ass presented. But, she wasn't really there. She had checked out. It had been an insane day.
"Hmm... Why the hell didn't ya say so earlier?" George asked with an angry tone.
The two chatted for a while. Randy gently massaged the pony's butt, explaining her bravery and skill.
Abby Chapter 1 - 31Giving the bruised pony's rump a gentle smack, the old man grabbed her by the head adornment and led her off.
"Randy, show the bull to its stall and let him return to himself."
Bringing the confused pony over to one of the punishment devices, the old man seemed angry with the dumb girl.
"Lost ya toys, lost the things I gifted ya with. I'm disappointed in ya..." He coldly said as Abby stumbled forth. She felt so bad, so horrible. She wasn't quite sure what had happened, but she felt that she had failed him, and it was a gruesome feeling.
"S...S...Sorry... Sir..." She whimpered and mewled.
Not responding to her weak apology, the farmer just placed the girl on the device, fixing her arms to the metal poles and locking her head in the small stockade.
"Now, keep your ass presented, child. Need ta punish that butt of yours for ya disobedience..."
He pushed two fingers into her cunt and lifted her backside up by her sex.
Crying and shivering in fear, Abby couldn't formulate any words. She felt so horrible. Having slowly regained her bearings after the intense and brutal fucking she had been subjected to. It seemed like the pain was far from over.
When George was done locking her to the stockade, he stepped behind her and quickly brushed some dirt off of her perky ass cheeks.
"This will teach ya ta go against my commands..." He sternly uttered before lifting his arm and preparing to spank the disobedient pony.
"Wait!" A voice called out. Randy had returned and noticed that Abby was about to be punished.
"Hm? What?" George grunted, having stopped his hand an inch from her butt.
"Ah. Sorry pa. See... I kinda took off her things. T'wasn't her. But me."
George stepped away from Abby. The poor girl wasn't listening. She was standing with her ass presented. But, she wasn't really there. She had checked out. It had been an insane day.
"Hmm... Why the hell didn't ya say so earlier?" George asked with an angry tone.
The two chatted for a while. Randy gently massaged the pony's butt, explaining her bravery and skill.
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tanuno
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[Novaksus] Abby Chapter 1 - 32
Having been told to clean herself up. Abby was naked, standing in the dark and cold corner in the creepy basement. She dried some tears as she prepared herself for a cold shower.
She had spent the last 6 hours curled up in bed, not having had the best night of rest.
Memories of last night were foggy, but she was fairly sure that George was angry at her. This took a toll on her as she felt like the old man had done nothing but help and care for her during her long stay.
Gasping, the icy cold water splashed down onto her naked and dirty skin. The mark throbbed in excitement as the nude girl arched her back and washed her hair.
Using some of the products, she cleaned herself like she'd been told to do. The old man was very insistent on her being clean and presentable, even if she lived in the filth down in the basement. But, showers like this were so rejuvenating. Aching limbs and bruises felt like they all were washed away by the invigorating water.
One thing Abby was fond of was to not dry herself off too much. Walking around, naked and dripping wet... It was a strange pleasure. She sat down inside a cage and felt herself. Her heart beating in warm and deep throbs. The surging pleasure and excitement. She envisioned being locked in a cage, then placed out in the sun. To dry in the sunlight, in view of many spectators. These moments of daydreams dominated her daily life. It made her chores so enjoyable.
She hadn't worked out in a day, so she figured she could work out while flashing her body to the door. Maybe someone would enter while she was busy working out while nude.
George had told her to keep working on her core, and also dedicate every other training session to legs and ass. She didn't mind at all, even if she knew he liked large and firm asses. Being honest with herself, she also enjoyed having pleasing assets.
'Why am I angry?' She thought to herself. A slowly fading part of her had realized something, but at this point, she had been altered too much. A lot of her independence had been destroyed. And, this rare moment of clarity, now suddenly fueled her with an anger that she used to improve her efforts in working out.
She was letting this old geezer sculpt and groom her into an object of his liking.
But, when she chewed on these thoughts, she felt the womb mark growl with lust. She gasped and moaned. She was willingly turning herself into his plaything. And, it felt absolutely addicting.
Maybe he would display her to others?
The water had dried off of her body. Even though she was expending a lot of energy with these training sets, she was still feeling increasingly good. Sweat trickled down her breasts, but, for the most part, she was mostly dry.
Finishing a punishing set for her legs, she did 12 more squats. She needed to look into attaching additional weights during these sets. She wanted bigger muscles and a larger ass. Endurance was one thing, but she wanted to really pop. To really be eye-catching.
And, maybe, if she worked out enough, he would forgive her...
.....................................NOTE:
For our friends who do not know (and so that we remember) the meanings of those tattoos that are evident. Is here.
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.
Abby Chapter 1 - 32Having been told to clean herself up. Abby was naked, standing in the dark and cold corner in the creepy basement. She dried some tears as she prepared herself for a cold shower.
She had spent the last 6 hours curled up in bed, not having had the best night of rest.
Memories of last night were foggy, but she was fairly sure that George was angry at her. This took a toll on her as she felt like the old man had done nothing but help and care for her during her long stay.
Gasping, the icy cold water splashed down onto her naked and dirty skin. The mark throbbed in excitement as the nude girl arched her back and washed her hair.
Using some of the products, she cleaned herself like she'd been told to do. The old man was very insistent on her being clean and presentable, even if she lived in the filth down in the basement. But, showers like this were so rejuvenating. Aching limbs and bruises felt like they all were washed away by the invigorating water.
One thing Abby was fond of was to not dry herself off too much. Walking around, naked and dripping wet... It was a strange pleasure. She sat down inside a cage and felt herself. Her heart beating in warm and deep throbs. The surging pleasure and excitement. She envisioned being locked in a cage, then placed out in the sun. To dry in the sunlight, in view of many spectators. These moments of daydreams dominated her daily life. It made her chores so enjoyable.
She hadn't worked out in a day, so she figured she could work out while flashing her body to the door. Maybe someone would enter while she was busy working out while nude.
George had told her to keep working on her core, and also dedicate every other training session to legs and ass. She didn't mind at all, even if she knew he liked large and firm asses. Being honest with herself, she also enjoyed having pleasing assets.
'Why am I angry?' She thought to herself. A slowly fading part of her had realized something, but at this point, she had been altered too much. A lot of her independence had been destroyed. And, this rare moment of clarity, now suddenly fueled her with an anger that she used to improve her efforts in working out.
She was letting this old geezer sculpt and groom her into an object of his liking.
But, when she chewed on these thoughts, she felt the womb mark growl with lust. She gasped and moaned. She was willingly turning herself into his plaything. And, it felt absolutely addicting.
Maybe he would display her to others?
The water had dried off of her body. Even though she was expending a lot of energy with these training sets, she was still feeling increasingly good. Sweat trickled down her breasts, but, for the most part, she was mostly dry.
Finishing a punishing set for her legs, she did 12 more squats. She needed to look into attaching additional weights during these sets. She wanted bigger muscles and a larger ass. Endurance was one thing, but she wanted to really pop. To really be eye-catching.
And, maybe, if she worked out enough, he would forgive her...
.....................................
For our friends who do not know (and so that we remember) the meanings of those tattoos that are evident. Is here.
.
.
tanuno
Well-known member
[Novaksus] Abby Chapter 1 - 33
Abby had been resting for the better part of half an hour. Her stomach was growling, but she didn't want to intrude, so she was sitting on the concrete floor. It was enjoyable. Her legs were spread apart, always giving the door a direct line of sight to her vagina.
The door to the basement opened. Abby stood at the bottom of the stairs, having practically jumped over there. With her head lowered, she stood there, greeting the old man with her naked body, having no qualms about flashing him every inch of her exposed skin.
"Hmmm... Good girl..." George complimented her. His voice was warm and loving. Abby shuddered from the praise, shaking in glee.
George was happy with how docile and well programmed Abby had become. Feeling a tinge of pride in his grooming technique, he let the feeling linger in his mind and heart.
"Child. I gotcha a present. I apologize for earlier, but this is not because of it. Ya have earned this." He held his hand out and in it, a long metal chain leash with a simple metallic collar.
Abby opened her eyes and stared at it. She didn't know what to say. She was afraid that he would come down here and terminate her stay. Send her packing... But, this wasn't what she had been expecting at all.
The farmer pocketed the chains and then brought the two half pieces of the collar towards Abby.
"Child. Ya belong ta me. Ya shouldn't be afraid of being abandoned or sent away. Ya be mine. I will protect ya. I will feed ya. I will treat ya."
Abby stared at the collar as she shivered.
"W... W..." She whimpered, hesitating.
"Speak, child" He permitted her voice.
"W... Will I... Be slave? But... I am... Free..." She mumbled nervously.
"Look around, child. Ya think this collar really gonna change much?" He asked bluntly. Abigail Olter looked around.
The dungeon.
Her little corner where she was sleeping behind the cages.
The other cage with all of her old clothes.
The shower behind the prison doors.
The tons of restraints and slave devices.
Looking back at the old man, she shook her head.
"No Sir..." She admitted. She was kind of his slave already. But, it was more in a job way. She was working for him, and if he fired her, then she'd be sold as spare parts or worse. He was her only protection and safeguard.
"I'm not going to lay claim to you or anything. I don't really see tha point. Ya belong ta me either way. Ya agree, right?"
Abby mulled over his words. She wanted to rebuke him, but there wasn't nothing to really disprove. She knew in her heart that she wouldn't be this happy anywhere else.
"Y...Yes Sir..." She said, nodding.
"Now, be a good girl and kiss me while I place this slave collar around ya neck. Okay child?" He leaned forward and stole a kiss from the girl. She shuddered in ecstasy. Moaning into his mouth, she orgasmed then and there, as the man fixed the slave collar around her neck, she came. Kissing the man that was symbolically turning her into his own slave.
What was wrong with her? Or?
Was this perhaps the most logical thing that could've happened?
For some time, the old man had cared for the girl, treated her to everything her heart desired. As the world became a hostile and unlivable place for women, this man at least let Abby flourish and thrive. Her old life had betrayed or abandoned her. Her new life...
'CLICK'
The two metal halves met. They met, they merged, they became one. As the two halves become one, Abby became less. But. She didn't mind.
Leaning back, Abby slowly opened her eyes. They closed as soon as the man kissed her. She still tasted the whiskey in his saliva. It was the best taste in the world, even though she wasn't much of an alcohol enjoyer. But it was the man's spit that truly was the greatest taste ever.
She noticed that he had locked the leash to her collar.
"You are a good girl. My good girl. And will always be a good girl. Ya beauty can't be understated."
Abby melted a little. She gave him a sultry and loving look. Her eyes reflected her absolute indoctrination and worship.
Vibrating with content and happiness, the naked girl eagerly followed the man. George had turned around and was heading upstairs, and while leaving the basement, he made sure to tug at the leash, dragging the girl with him by the neck.
Abby's womb mark was quaking with arousal and heat. The girl was absolutely relishing the moment. She held her hands behind her back while she tried to walk with a straight posture after the man. Being led by a leash in such a manner, it unlocked something new in her.
Bringing Abby into the livingroom, he headed towards the sitting area, pulling the girl by the chains attached to the collar around her neck.
Abby saw the hamburger. Her stomach growled as she realized just how hungry she was.
"Hehe. Ya hungry, child?" The man said with a warm and teasing voice.
"Yes sir" Abby responded, nodding eagerly as she was brought over to the sofa. Waiting for the man to sit down, she wasn't sure what to do. She didn't want to mess up, she was too hungry.
"Ya doing great work, girlie. Truly, I'm so proud of ya. Now come on, when I sit here, you should kneel in front of me"
He said as he plopped down on the couch.
He wasn't prepared for what Abby did. She kneeled down, but lifted herself up and leaned back, staring up into the man's eyes as she rested her arms on his legs.
"Hi" Abigail said through a giggle. It was strange, but she was thriving in her new living conditions. Her reduced inhibition and newfound enjoyment of exhibitionism made life a lot more fun. The old man was her only tether to a safe and comfortable life. She had made up her mind a long time ago to just be what he wants her to be. She didn't even mind. Sharing in a laugh, the man squeezed her right tit as he smacked his lips.
"Feeling mischievous eh, girlie? Well, first we eat, then deal with the next thing on the agenda, then you can play."
His expression turned a little more serious.
"Again, child, I apologize for yelling at you earlier. After speaking to Randy, I know ya did just whatcha thought was right. And... Ya were in the right. I in the wrong. I'll make it up ta ya. Starting right after I'm done feeding ya"
Abby Chapter 1 - 33Abby had been resting for the better part of half an hour. Her stomach was growling, but she didn't want to intrude, so she was sitting on the concrete floor. It was enjoyable. Her legs were spread apart, always giving the door a direct line of sight to her vagina.
The door to the basement opened. Abby stood at the bottom of the stairs, having practically jumped over there. With her head lowered, she stood there, greeting the old man with her naked body, having no qualms about flashing him every inch of her exposed skin.
"Hmmm... Good girl..." George complimented her. His voice was warm and loving. Abby shuddered from the praise, shaking in glee.
George was happy with how docile and well programmed Abby had become. Feeling a tinge of pride in his grooming technique, he let the feeling linger in his mind and heart.
"Child. I gotcha a present. I apologize for earlier, but this is not because of it. Ya have earned this." He held his hand out and in it, a long metal chain leash with a simple metallic collar.
Abby opened her eyes and stared at it. She didn't know what to say. She was afraid that he would come down here and terminate her stay. Send her packing... But, this wasn't what she had been expecting at all.
The farmer pocketed the chains and then brought the two half pieces of the collar towards Abby.
"Child. Ya belong ta me. Ya shouldn't be afraid of being abandoned or sent away. Ya be mine. I will protect ya. I will feed ya. I will treat ya."
Abby stared at the collar as she shivered.
"W... W..." She whimpered, hesitating.
"Speak, child" He permitted her voice.
"W... Will I... Be slave? But... I am... Free..." She mumbled nervously.
"Look around, child. Ya think this collar really gonna change much?" He asked bluntly. Abigail Olter looked around.
The dungeon.
Her little corner where she was sleeping behind the cages.
The other cage with all of her old clothes.
The shower behind the prison doors.
The tons of restraints and slave devices.
Looking back at the old man, she shook her head.
"No Sir..." She admitted. She was kind of his slave already. But, it was more in a job way. She was working for him, and if he fired her, then she'd be sold as spare parts or worse. He was her only protection and safeguard.
"I'm not going to lay claim to you or anything. I don't really see tha point. Ya belong ta me either way. Ya agree, right?"
Abby mulled over his words. She wanted to rebuke him, but there wasn't nothing to really disprove. She knew in her heart that she wouldn't be this happy anywhere else.
"Y...Yes Sir..." She said, nodding.
"Now, be a good girl and kiss me while I place this slave collar around ya neck. Okay child?" He leaned forward and stole a kiss from the girl. She shuddered in ecstasy. Moaning into his mouth, she orgasmed then and there, as the man fixed the slave collar around her neck, she came. Kissing the man that was symbolically turning her into his own slave.
What was wrong with her? Or?
Was this perhaps the most logical thing that could've happened?
For some time, the old man had cared for the girl, treated her to everything her heart desired. As the world became a hostile and unlivable place for women, this man at least let Abby flourish and thrive. Her old life had betrayed or abandoned her. Her new life...
'CLICK'
The two metal halves met. They met, they merged, they became one. As the two halves become one, Abby became less. But. She didn't mind.
Leaning back, Abby slowly opened her eyes. They closed as soon as the man kissed her. She still tasted the whiskey in his saliva. It was the best taste in the world, even though she wasn't much of an alcohol enjoyer. But it was the man's spit that truly was the greatest taste ever.
She noticed that he had locked the leash to her collar.
"You are a good girl. My good girl. And will always be a good girl. Ya beauty can't be understated."
Abby melted a little. She gave him a sultry and loving look. Her eyes reflected her absolute indoctrination and worship.
Vibrating with content and happiness, the naked girl eagerly followed the man. George had turned around and was heading upstairs, and while leaving the basement, he made sure to tug at the leash, dragging the girl with him by the neck.
Abby's womb mark was quaking with arousal and heat. The girl was absolutely relishing the moment. She held her hands behind her back while she tried to walk with a straight posture after the man. Being led by a leash in such a manner, it unlocked something new in her.
Bringing Abby into the livingroom, he headed towards the sitting area, pulling the girl by the chains attached to the collar around her neck.
Abby saw the hamburger. Her stomach growled as she realized just how hungry she was.
"Hehe. Ya hungry, child?" The man said with a warm and teasing voice.
"Yes sir" Abby responded, nodding eagerly as she was brought over to the sofa. Waiting for the man to sit down, she wasn't sure what to do. She didn't want to mess up, she was too hungry.
"Ya doing great work, girlie. Truly, I'm so proud of ya. Now come on, when I sit here, you should kneel in front of me"
He said as he plopped down on the couch.
He wasn't prepared for what Abby did. She kneeled down, but lifted herself up and leaned back, staring up into the man's eyes as she rested her arms on his legs.
"Hi" Abigail said through a giggle. It was strange, but she was thriving in her new living conditions. Her reduced inhibition and newfound enjoyment of exhibitionism made life a lot more fun. The old man was her only tether to a safe and comfortable life. She had made up her mind a long time ago to just be what he wants her to be. She didn't even mind. Sharing in a laugh, the man squeezed her right tit as he smacked his lips.
"Feeling mischievous eh, girlie? Well, first we eat, then deal with the next thing on the agenda, then you can play."
His expression turned a little more serious.
"Again, child, I apologize for yelling at you earlier. After speaking to Randy, I know ya did just whatcha thought was right. And... Ya were in the right. I in the wrong. I'll make it up ta ya. Starting right after I'm done feeding ya"
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