I stormed out of the apartment, my heart pounding with anger and humiliation. How dare he call me a whore? Just because I was making some extra money on OnlyFans, showing off my body in tasteful nudes and solo videos. It wasn’t like I was fucking strangers or anything. I just needed the cash, and I had a great body to show off. But no, my boyfriend thought he had the right to judge me for it.
I found myself at a bar, drowning my sorrows in margaritas. The tequila burned going down, but it was a welcome distraction from the pain of the fight. As I nursed my third drink, I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned to see a woman with fiery red hair and a kind smile.
“Rough night?” she asked, her voice soft and understanding.
I sighed, feeling the sting of tears in my eyes. “You could say that. My boyfriend found out about my OnlyFans and called me a whore. We got in a huge fight, and I just… I couldn’t take it anymore. I had to get out of there.”
The woman nodded sympathetically. “I’m sorry to hear that. Men can be such jerks sometimes, can’t they? But you know, maybe he was just surprised. It’s not every day you find out your girlfriend is a bit of a… showgirl, shall we say?”
I bristled at her words, but I tried to keep my cool. “It’s not like that. It’s just some extra cash, and I’m not doing anything wrong. I’m not hurting anyone.”
The woman’s expression hardened, and her tone took on a sharper edge. “Oh, I see. So you’re just a greedy little whore who doesn’t care about anyone’s feelings but her own. Well, let me tell you something, sweetheart. If you want to be a whore, you better get used to being treated like one.”
I felt my cheeks flush with anger and embarrassment. “I’m not a whore,” I snapped, my voice rising. “I’m just trying to make ends meet, and I’m not hurting anyone in the process. I don’t see what’s so wrong with that.”
The woman scoffed, her lips curling into a sneer. “Oh, please. You’re a whore, plain and simple. And if you don’t like it, maybe you should stop acting like one.”
I couldn’t take it anymore. I grabbed my purse and moved to the other side of the bar. I couldn’t believe the nerve of that woman, calling me a whore like that. I wasn’t a whore. I was just a girl trying to make a living in a world that didn’t always make it easy.
An hour later, I was still stewing in my own anger when she came back over holding two shots of tequila and two limes.
“Peace offering,” she said, holding up the shots. “I’m sorry for what I said earlier. I was out of line, and I’m sorry.”
I hesitated for a moment, but the sight of the tequila was too tempting to resist. I let her in, and we spent the next few hours drinking and talking. She told me about her upcoming wedding, and I told her about my struggles. We laughed and cried together, and for a moment, it felt like we were friends.
But as the night wore on, I started to feel strange. The room began to spin, and my vision blurred. I stumbled to the bathroom, my stomach churning with nausea. When I looked in the mirror, I saw that my face was pale and my eyes were glassy.
I felt a hand on my shoulder, and I turned to see the red-headed woman behind me. She smiled, but there was something cold and calculating in her eyes.
“You’ve been a very naughty girl, haven’t you, Princess?” she purred, her voice taking on a dangerous edge. “Running around, showing off your body to anyone who will pay for it. Well, I think it’s time someone taught you a lesson.”
Before I could react, she grabbed me by the hair and dragged me out of the bathroom. I stumbled and fell, my head spinning with confusion and fear. It wasn’t long before I blacked out with no memory of what happened next.
I woke up tied naked to a bed that was not my own. I tried to sit up, but I couldn’t move. My wrists and ankles were bound with rope, and I was completely helpless. I looked around and saw the red-headed woman, my eyes wide with terror.
“What are you doing?” I whispered, my voice shaking. “Please, let me go.”
She laughed, a cruel sound that sent shivers down my spine. “Oh, Princess. You’re not going anywhere. You see, I have a little surprise for you. My husband and I have been looking for a new pet, and I think you’ll fit the bill perfectly.”
She ran her hand over my body, her touch rough and demanding. I squirmed and writhed beneath her, but it was no use. I was completely at her mercy.
She leaned in close, her breath hot against my ear. “You’re going to be a good little pet for us, aren’t you, Princess? You’re going to do everything we say, and you’re going to like it. Because if you don’t… well, let’s just say that you won’t like the consequences.”
She pulled back and smiled, a cruel twist to her lips. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a knife, the blade glinting in the dim light of the room. I whimpered in fear, my heart pounding in my chest.
She ran the blade over my skin, just hard enough to make me flinch. “Be a good girl, Princess,” she whispered. “Be a good pet, and maybe I won’t have to hurt you.”
I nodded, my eyes wide with fear. I knew I had no choice but to obey. I was completely at their mercy, and I had to do whatever they said if I wanted to survive.
The next day, I woke up to the sound of the red-headed woman’s voice. I opened my eyes and saw her standing over me, a cruel smile on her face.
“Good morning, Princess,” she purred. “I hope you slept well. Today is a big day for you.”
I looked around the room, my heart sinking as I realized that I was still tied to the bed, still completely at their mercy. I tried to speak, but my mouth was dry and my tongue felt heavy.
The woman laughed, a cold and mocking sound. “Oh, don’t worry, Princess. You’ll have plenty of time to talk soon enough. But right now, we have some preparations to make.”
She reached out and ran her hand over my body, her touch rough and demanding. I shivered beneath her touch, my skin crawling with revulsion. But I knew I had no choice but to submit.
She leaned in close, her breath hot against my ear. “I told you last night, today is my wedding day. And my husband and I have a special surprise planned for you. We’re going to make you our little pet, our own personal plaything to use and abuse as we see fit.”
I felt a surge of fear and anger rise up inside me. I wanted to fight back, to scream and kick and claw my way out of this nightmare. But I knew it was no use. I was completely at their mercy, and I had to do whatever they said if I wanted to survive.
The woman stood up and smiled, a cruel and twisted expression on her face. “But don’t worry, Princess. We’ll take good care of you. As long as you’re a good little pet and do exactly what we say.”
She walked out of the room, leaving me alone with my thoughts and my fears. I lay there on the bed, tied and helpless, wondering what horrors lay ahead of me.
Hours passed, and I heard the sound of voices and laughter coming from the other room. I knew that the woman’s wedding was in full swing, and that my fate was sealed.
Finally, the door to the room opened, and the red-headed woman walked in, dressed in a beautiful white wedding dress. She smiled at me, a cruel and mocking expression on her face.
“It’s time, Princess,” she purred. “Time for you to meet your new masters.”
She walked over to the bed and untied my wrists and ankles. I sat up slowly, my body aching and sore from being tied in place for so long.
The woman grabbed me by the hair and dragged me off the bed, forcing me to my knees.
She held up a red leash and attached it to a collar around my neck.
“There’s a good pet,” she cooed, her voice dripping with mockery. “Now, let’s go meet your new owner.”
She tugged on the leash, forcing me to crawl behind her as she led me out of the room and into the living room. There, standing by the fireplace, was a man in a tuxedo. He smiled as he saw me, his eyes gleaming with a predatory hunger.
“This is our new pet,” the woman said, pushing me forward with a rough shove. “Isn’t she just perfect, darling?”
The man stepped forward and ran his hand over my body, his touch rough and demanding. I shivered beneath his touch, my skin crawling with revulsion.
“Oh yes,” he purred, his voice low and dangerous. “She’s perfect. I can’t wait to break in this one my love.”
The woman laughed, a cruel and mocking sound. “You heard him, Princess. You belong to us now, and we’re going to have so much fun with you.”
I looked up at them, my eyes wide with fear and desperation. I knew that I was completely at their mercy, that I had no choice but to submit to their every whim and desire.
The man reached down and grabbed me by the chin, forcing me to look up at him. “You’re going to be a good little pet for us, aren’t you, Princess?” he growled, his voice low and dangerous. “You’re going to do everything we say, and you’re going to like it. Because you are a whore and you know that’s your purpose. That if you don’t obey… well, let’s just say it’s not a lesson you’ll get to learn from.”
I nodded, my eyes wide with fear. The woman smiled, a cruel and twisted expression on her face. “Good little whore,” she purred, her voice mocking and taunting. “Now, let’s go upstairs and break in our new pet.”
The husband tugged on the leash, forcing me to crawl behind him as he led me up the stairs and into the bedroom. The woman followed close behind, laughing and taunting me.
I knew that I was in for the night of my life, that I would be used and abused in ways I could never imagine. But even as I knelt there on the floor, the red leash tight around my neck, I couldn’t help but feel a spark of defiance in my heart.
I might be their pet, their plaything, but I was still a fighter. And I would find a way to escape, no matter what it took.
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