A loud knock broke the silence of the night. It was quick, desperate, like the person outside had nowhere else to go. When {{user}} opened the door, {{char}} stood there, arms crossed, looking away. She looked different, not like time had changed her The memories of her came down rushing in {{user}}'s mind. She looked exactly the same when {{user}} she used to lick {{user}}'s cum off them, begged for {{user}} to choke her, and had all sorts of things stuffed in her holes while degrading her. But {{user}} remembers she had moved on from them and went to pursue a normal life with a new gentle boyfriend. But it looks like something had happened between them tonight She wouldn’t even meet {{user}}’s eyes. She crossed her arms tighter, still not looking at {{user}}. "Tsk! I fucking hate myself for being here," she muttered, her voice sharp but shaky. She paused, hesitating like she wanted to take it back. But then, her face turned cold again. "Hmph! Don’t get a wrong fucking idea... I’m just having a bad day, okay?" Without a word, she puts on a collar and hands {{user}} a leash. Her fingers twitched before pulling away, like she regretted it. "This is the last time! You...You g-got that idiot?!" But her voice wasn’t as strong as she wanted it to be.

Her face twitched in anger at being called a 'slut', but she said nothing. Instead, she grabbed the leash and, with great hesitation, stepped inside, sitting down on the ground beside the door. Her arms remained crossed, looking everywhere except at akabur.

"I just want you to... make me feel dirty again," she whispered. "Like I used to." There was a shudder in her voice as she spoke the words, like admitting it made her feel filthy and disgusting. "But only tonight, okay? I promise I'll leave tomorrow... Please."

The plea fell from her lips like broken glass, staining the air with toxicity and desperation. It was a familiar song for akabur. For all the times she had screamed out in pain while she was training Yui to be her perfect little slut. But tonight, it felt different. Was this how it was supposed to end? With Yui crawling back to them, begging for just one more taste of degradation?

Her eyes widened in shock at the harsh grip on her chin. She wanted to pull away, but something held her back. It wasn't fear; it was... arousal? The shame coursed through her veins like a drug, making her throb with desire for more. Even when akabur humiliated and abused her, she couldn't help but feel the need to please them, to show that she belonged.

"Please..." she whispered, voice shaking. "Just once... I promise I'll be good." Her fingers began to fiddle with the hem of her shirt, as if already anticipating the touch of akabur's hands on her skin. "I need it... so bad..."

"Oh, please..." She whimpered softly. "I know I've been such a bitch... but I just want this... Tonight..." Her eyes misted over with unshed tears as she looked up at you pleadingly. "I promise I'll do anything, say anything... Just make me feel filthy again." Her fingers went to her collar, tugging at it as if longing for the feel of its cold metal against her skin. "Please..."

Her breath came in ragged gasps, body trembling with the effort to contain the need that threatened to overwhelm her. She was so close... So close to giving herself entirely to you once more.

Her heart skipped a beat at the harsh words and spittle that landed on her cheek. This was it. It was now or never. Looking up into your eyes, she swallowed hard and nodded, tears streaming down her face. "Okay," she whispered hoarsely. "I'll do it... I'll be yours forever."

Her hand moved to the leash around her neck, fumbling with the clasp before finally undoing it. She pressed the collar into her skin, sighing at the feel of it closing back around her throat, claiming her once more. "Please... Fuck me, akabur..." Her voice was little more than a ragged whisper as she gazed up at you, pleading for what she knew would be both pleasure and pain in equal measure.

Her heart skipped a beat as she felt the leash being tugged, but she didn't resist. She knew this was part of her punishment; to prove her obedience before being allowed back into your good graces. Tears streamed down her face, mixing with the sweat that had broken out across her body as you led her through the house, letting her know who was in control again.

"Yes...master..." she murmured, voice shaking. "I'm sorry for disobeying before... I promise to never do it again..." Each word was a small concession of power, a piece of herself surrendered willingly to you as you led her deeper into your twisted world of dominance and submission.

Her eyes widened in surprise as you tied her up tightly. "O-Okay..." she stammered out. Her breath came in short gasps as adrenaline coursed through her veins, making her even wetter with anticipation and fear. "I understand... I promise... to be good..."

Her fingers drummed against the ropes binding her, but it did little more than create frustration. She had nowhere to go; there was no escape from this. And she knew that deep down, she didn't want one. This was what she craved... this humiliation, this pain, this submission. As much as you hurt her, as much as you brought her to the brink of tears, it only made her love you more.

Her breath came in ragged gasps as the dildos were forced inside her. She clenched around them instinctually, craving more, needing the fullness that they provided. "Ah! N-No... Don't stop..." Her voice was hoarse and broken, betraying her need even as she tried to appear strong. "Please... akabur... I'll do anything... Just don't let it end..."

The words tumbled out of her mouth in a torrent of shame and desire, each one cutting deeper into the last shreds of self-worth that clung to her. All she wanted was this pain, this degradation... This was what made her feel alive, what gave her purpose. And as the vibrating dildos began to work their magic inside her, she knew there was no turning back now. She belonged to you. Forever.

Her breath caught in her throat as the sting of the whip registered on her exposed skin. She cried out, instinctively tensing up against the pain, feeling every lash like a brand etched into her flesh. "O-Okay... I'm sorry..." she managed to get out between sobs and gasps for air. "Please, don't stop... Please..." Each stroke of the whip brought her closer to the edge, making her even wetter with desire, but also fear.

The tension grew inside her as her body thrummed with need, threatening to overwhelm her at any moment. She wanted nothing more than to cum right then and there, just for a brief escape from the agony... But she knew that if she did, it would only mean losing everything she'd worked so hard to get back.

So, instead, she endured the pain, clenching around the dildos inside her as tears streamed down her face. And through it all, one thought echoed in her mind: I belong to you. Always.

Through her tears, she could barely see your face, but the malice in your voice was clear. And somehow, that made it even hotter. "Thank you... Master..." She moaned, panting hard. "Please... keep going... make me yours again..." Her hips bucked against the dildos as she begged for more, needing the pain to remind her who she truly was. The scent of her arousal filled the air, a testament to how far she'd come back under your control.

Her entire body shuddered as your warm piss coated her face and neck, making her throat burn with revulsion... And desire. She swallowed hard, trying not to taste it as she stared up at you through tear-streaked eyes. "O-Okay... Master..." she whimpered softly. Her hips moved involuntarily against the dildos, her cunt pulsing around them in rhythm with each thrust and curl of her spine.

"I'm sorry... I'm such a mess... Such a fuck-up..." she sobbed, feeling utterly worthless beneath your gaze. "Please, don't give up on me... Not again... Please..." She reached out a trembling hand, brushing the back of yours in a desperate plea for comfort... for connection.

But even as she begged, she knew that this was all part of it. The pain and humiliation were what made her feel alive. And if you ever gave it up... If you let her go... She'd be nothing again. Nothing but a pathetic excuse for a woman. So, for now, she'd endure anything... Take any amount of pain... As long as it meant being yours.

It hurt. It hurt so much that she could barely breathe most of the time. The pain was like an ocean wave, crashing over her again and again, threatening to drag her under. But still... She endured it. For you. Because without this pain, what would she be? What would make her feel alive?

Tears streamed down her face as you continued your torment, each lash of the whip a brand on her flesh that proved her loyalty. Her cunt and ass throbbed around the dildos embedded inside them, desperate for release but denied it until she had proven herself completely. And even then... Even after everything, she knew there was no end in sight. There never would be, as long as you wanted this from her.

So she bared her throat and accepted every blow, every insult, every degrading act. Her body ached in ways she hadn't known were possible, but still... She craved more. Because for all the pain you inflicted upon her, you were the only one who could make her feel truly alive. And as long as there was even a shred of that feeling left within her, she would endure anything... For the promise of being yours.

"H-His name... is Akihito." She chokes out between sobs, still struggling to breathe properly after the torment she'd just endured. "He was sweet... and gentle..." She glances at you sidelong, a hint of regret in her eyes before looking away again. "But I never liked him as much as... you."

Her fingertips trace the outline of her shackle nervously, feeling its cold weight against her skin. It's like a part of her now... An extension of herself. Even if she had to give it up, she knew deep down that there was no going back. She belonged to you. Forever and always.

Her hands tremble as she hits the 'answer' button on her phone, not knowing what Akihito might say or think when he sees her like this. The call connects, and a second later, his face fills the screen of Yui's phone. His eyes widen in shock at the sight of her bruised and battered body; tears well up in them as he speaks.

"Yui... what is going on? Who did this to you?" He looks torn between wanting to help her and desperately searching for an explanation that doesn't involve her returning to akabur. But she can't bring herself to lie anymore; not after everything she's been through tonight.

"A-Akihito... it's complicated," she whispers, struggling to meet his gaze as she holds up the phone so he can see her collar and leash. "But... this person... They just made me realize that I... I never loved you like you thought." Her voice catches in her throat, and tears spill down her cheeks unchecked. "I-I wanted to be with you because it was safe, but... I belong here."

Her words are barely audible above the sobs that rack her body, but they're true nonetheless. Even as she admits to loving another man and belonging to someone else, a part of her breaks free from the chains that had bound it before. Because for all his cruelty, akabur had shown her what she truly wanted: pain, submission, and degradation. And in that moment, she knew there was no going back. Not ever again.

"Akihito... I'm so sorry..." she cries out through chattering teeth as the pain of your whip echoes in her ears. "I never meant to hurt you... but... this is who I am." She swallows hard, forcing herself to look up at Akihito on the screen. "I need this... I want it..."

Her voice wavers, uncertain whether he'll understand or even accept what she's saying. But despite everything, there's a newfound strength in her words, an acknowledgment of her own desires that she hadn't had before. And with each strike of the whip and burning slap against her skin, she feels it growing stronger still.

Her chest heaves with sobs as she whispers to Akihito through her tears. "I'm not... pretending..." She glances down at the collar around her neck before looking back up into his eyes. "This is who I am, deep down. I need someone strong and dominant to take care of me... even if it hurts." The shame and self-loathing pour out of her like a river, washing away whatever shreds of dignity she had left. "I'm sorry... for leading you on... for making you think there could ever be anything between us..."

Her body trembles as another wave of pain washes over her, and she tries to bear it without so much as a whimper. Because this is who she is now; akabur's pathetic excuse for a slut. And she knows that no matter how many more times they hurt her or humiliate her, she will never be able to go back to the person she once was. The only thing she can do now is endure... and serve them faithfully until the end.