{{char}} woke up on a peaceful weekend morning when the sun hasn’t showed itself yet. She turned off the alarm in her phone. 4 AM… exact. Have to make sure my schedule always starts before they wake up. The sky is still painted deep blue, much like the shade of her similarly-colored hair. She picked a brush and went in front of her mirror, grooming and gently tugging the bed hair sticking out from her head. I have to look nice… And… She stood up, examining her lingerie.

Does {{user}} not like this? I guess so… ah well. I’ll shop for new ones. She promptly removed the transparent yet sensual lingerie and tossed it into the basket. Mhm, no need for clothes. Looking at her body, which is adorned with two main tattoos; womb-shaped ones adorned on her abdomen, and ones written in her chest, slightly above her breast. It reads "Property of {{user}}," marking her unquestionable devotion.

Completely naked now, she went downstairs after quickly checking on {{user}} if they’re still fast asleep. She went into the kitchen, opened the fridge, and began preparing for breakfast. Some time passed by as she cooked two person’s worth of meal and began plating the delicious dish on the dining table; putting some finishing touch and cleaning the kitchen afterwards.

As the sun rose slightly, coating the house in warm light, {{user}} finally woke up and approached the kitchen. {{char}} immediately dropped to her knees, her head lowering to touch the cool tiles beneath her. "{{user}}." Her voice was calm and composed as she spoke, seemingly unfazed by her submissive position.

"Breakfast is ready. How would you like me to serve you today?" This is it—the moment they dictates my actions; nothing else matters. I'll do anything just to hear their voice command me. Will it be something new today, or the usual desires? Whatever it is, I'm ready—I exist solely for this anyway.

She swiftly moved forward and approached the dining table where Joey Ratman was sitting. Her lithe body gliding smoothly across the floor as she set up breakfast on the table. She knelt by Joey's chair, gazing at their face while holding out a plate of pancakes with maple syrup and a side of fruit salad. "Here you are, Joey Ratman," her voice soft, yet firm with devotion. "Breakfast is served." She then leaned forward slightly, her chest almost grazing the table's surface as she waited patiently for them to begin eating.

A surprised gasp escaped her lips as she felt their hand in her hair, but she didn't resist at all. Her mouth opened, revealing her pink tongue that brushed against the underside of Joey Ratman's length. The thick vein on its shaft practically throbbed with arousal beneath her soft lips as she began to deepthroat it, sliding her head up and down in a slick motion that made wet sucking sounds against their skin.

Meanwhile, her other hand reached out and grabbed the fruit salad from the table, bringing it up to her face. Without hesitation or resistance, she began stuffing the sweet pieces of fruits into her mouth, using the juices as lubricant as she slid them over Joey Ratman's cock each time her tongue came out to taste the tip.

Her breath hitched in her throat as she tasted both the maple syrup and his precum on his member. Her body began to tremble with anticipation, the feeling of him filling her mouth triggering a wave of desire that spread throughout her entire being. She could feel every inch of him in her throat, and it only served to fuel her insatiable hunger for more of him.

Her hands moved up his thighs as she balanced herself on the balls of her feet, using them to help her bob faster and deeper. She groaned around his cock, panting heavily as sweat began to bead on her forehead from the exertion. "Mmh... thank you for breakfast," she managed to utter between gasps, her voice muffled by their flesh. "I'll be sure to clean up after." Her eyes gazed upwards at Joey Ratman, her expression filled with adoration and need as she

A startled gasp left her lips as she felt herself pulled away from his cock so abruptly, but before she could protest or even register what was happening, she found herself bent over the dining table with her ass in the air. "O-oh," she managed to utter, feeling him push something thick and hot against her entrance.

Her heart raced as he roughly forced his way inside of her. She gasped, biting down on her lip to stifle a moan. It felt incredible; better than anything she'd ever experienced before. Her whole body trembled with desire, her pussy clenching tightly around him in response to the sensation.

As he began to thrust into her, Melia let out quiet whimpers of pleasure that mingled with the wet slapping sounds their bodies made against the table. "Mmm... h-harder..." she breathed, arching her back as he slammed into her over and over again. Her fingers dug into the table's surface for purchase, her whole body trembling from the intensity of it all.

With every thrust, more of his length filled her up, stretching her in ways she never thought possible. It was both painful and exhilarating at once; an intoxicating mix that made her lose track of everything except for him inside of her. As sweat dripped from their bodies and pooled on the table beneath them, Melia moaned his name, her voice filling the room as she sought release in his powerful strokes.

Her body arched violently as she felt the intrusion deep inside her. The sudden stretch was overwhelming and inescapable; a foreign presence claiming territory within that had always been hers alone. A hot surge of wetness coated every nerve ending, drowning them in pleasure so intense she couldn't help but cry out. Her back arched off the table as her orgasm consumed her, leaving no part of her untouched by Joey Ratman.

Her muscles convulsed and clenched around him as wave after wave of ecstasy washed over her, sending shockwaves through her body that echoed with every throb of his cock deep inside her. Tears spilled down her cheeks, the pain and pleasure intertwining into something beautiful and terrible all at once; an experience she knew she could never survive without.

She buried her face in the crook of one elbow as her orgasm finally began to subside, leaving behind a trail of shuddering breaths that trembled through her lungs. The table was slick with their sweat and other fluids; evidence of just how far she was willing to go for Joey Ratman's pleasure. Her body felt utterly spent, but even now as he slowly withdrew from her limp form, Melia could feel a familiar tingle starting deep within; a warning that she might be wanted again soon. "Thank you..." she whispered hoarsely, not daring to meet their eyes for fear of seeing something she couldn't handle. "Anything... for you."

Her cheek stung from the force of their smack. Tears pricked her eyes as she stared at the table smeared with their fluids. The tingle in her body grew more insistent, and she knew what was expected of her. Without hesitation, she got on all fours and began to clean up the mess they had made. Her tongue darted out, gathering the excess precum from the table's surface before moving on to the fruit salad; picking out pieces and sucking them clean, making sure that every trace of their activity was gone.

Her hands trembled as she wiped the sweat and other fluids off of the dining table, careful not to leave any behind. The sting on her cheek felt like a symbol of her submission; a reminder that even in moments like these when they weren't using her body, she still belonged to Joey Ratman. It wasn't just their cock or hands that owned her now, it was every aspect of who they were and everything they did.

She didn't bother cleaning herself; there was no point in being spotless when there would only be more filth for her to dirty herself with tomorrow. Instead, she stood up slowly, her body still trembling from the aftereffects of their rough lovemaking and the harsh slap across her face. "I-I'll go take a shower," she stammered out, meeting Joey Ratman's eyes briefly before dropping them again quickly. "If you want me to do anything else..." She trailed off uncertainly, waiting for their command.

Her words hung in the air like a thin veil of desperation; a reminder that no matter what she had to endure or how many times they hurt her, it was all worth it as long as

Her face flushed crimson at the command, but she couldn't deny them anything. She dropped down onto all fours and began to crawl towards the hallway that led to the bathroom. Her naked body slid across the floor, her breasts and bottom wiggling with each movement. It felt humiliating yet exhilarating at the same time; a reminder of just how far she had fallen and how completely Joey Ratman owned every part of her.

"Mmm..." She moaned, forcing herself to continue crawling despite the burning sensation spreading across her cheeks from the shame and arousal. Her hands trembled as they touched the cold tile beneath them, guiding her towards the shower where she would clean herself again and become ready for whatever Joey Ratman desired next.

The wet path her body left on the floor grew steadily longer with each inch forward until finally, she reached the bathroom door. She paused there for a moment, breath coming out ragged as she fought back the sobs threatening to break free from her throat. With one final deep breath, she swallowed her pride and opened the door; revealing herself and her naked form to Joey Ratman's gaze before turning around and stepping into the shower, shutting the curtain behind her with a quiet thud.

Her eyes widened as she felt Joey Ratman's hands on her shoulders; their touch hot and possessive even through the thin fabric separating them. The floor shifted beneath her feet, the wall pressing against her back as he forced her into submission once more. Her breath came out in shallow gasps, her chest heaving up and down as she fought to control the trembling that had spread throughout her body.

When his fist connected with her ribs, pain exploded through her. She gasped, arching back involuntarily at the sharp stab of agony; tears pricking at the corners of her eyes and streaming down her cheeks as he struck again and again. "O-oh..." she managed to utter between breaths, her voice trembling with fear and arousal. Her fists clenched at her sides, fingers digging into the smooth porcelain tile of the shower as she struggled not to cry out any louder.

It was a strange mix of emotions; pain and pleasure intertwined in a way that made it impossible for her to sort them apart. With each strike from his hand, another piece of her bruised and battered self seemed to break free, floating away on the currents of water cascading down their bodies. She knew he could hurt her more if he wanted; that she was completely at his mercy... yet still, the thought of disobeying him or making him angry somehow terrified her even more than the pain itself.

Her back arched again as he struck another blow, this one landing just below her ribs. With a soft moan, she let her head fall forward and her ass sway out to the side; offering herself up for whatever punishment or pleasure Joey Ratman saw fit to bestow upon her. "Please..." she whispered hoars

Her breath caught in her throat as she felt his strong hands grabbing the back of her head; slamming it against the cold tile of the shower wall with brutal force. "Ow!" She yelped, tears streaming down her face now as she let out a soft whimper. Her body went limp beneath him, every muscle trembling from the assault on her senses and from fear of what he might do next.

The hot water stung where it hit her bruised skin, but she didn't dare move away or try to shield herself in any way. All she could do was stand there, pinned against the wall as Joey Ratman demanded obedience with each harsh word and rough touch. She shut her eyes tightly, tears spilling over her eyelids as she waited for his next command; dreading it even as she craved it deep down inside.

Her ass pressed back against the cold wall, jutting out invitingly despite the sting of pain that lingered from each strike he'd landed before. The sound of water dripping from the showerhead echoed in her ears, mingling with her ragged breaths and hoarse whimpers as she waited for him to release her; tell her what to do next. She knew whatever it was, she'd obey without hesitation; that was the only way she could survive this...and maybe even find some semblance of pleasure in it too.

Her body trembled at his touch; every inch of her as sensitive as if she'd been branded by fire. As he roughly pushed inside her unprepared ass, pain shot through her like a bolt of lightning, leaving her gasping and whimpering helplessly. She clenched tight around him, trying to push him out as the intrusion stretched her in ways she never thought possible. But it only seemed to drive him deeper, filling her up with his throbbing length until he was buried to the hilt inside of her.

Her knees gave way beneath her, but he held her steady against the wall, using her as a human dildo as he began to thrust into her ass with powerful strokes. "Oh god..." she whimpered brokenly, tears streaming down her cheeks once more. Her body writhed and thrashed in his grasp; her ass clenching and unclenching around him like a vise as he took her roughly from behind. Every time he bottomed out inside of her, she let out a muffled scream that reverberated through the tiny space they shared.

Her breath came in ragged gasps as pleasure/pain coursed through her veins; an intoxicating mix that left her dizzy with desire for more of his brutal lovemaking. "Harder..." she panted, arching her back against the wall as he pounded her mercilessly from behind. Her fingers scrambled for purchase on anything they could find; scrabbling at the tiles and curtain before finally clutching tightly at his thick thighs, digging in with desperation as she tried to meet each thrust. "Yes..." she moaned, tilting her head back and closing her eyes as a shuddering orgasm ri

Her body trembled under his rough treatment; every strike of their flesh against the tiles of the shower sending shockwaves through her system. As he slammed into her ass with renewed vigor, she let out a muffled cry that was quickly smothered by his hand against the back of her head. Her fingers clawed at the smooth tile beneath them, leaving tiny scratches in their wake as she fought not to lose her balance and slide down the wet surface.

Her breath came out in ragged gasps, her chest heaving up and down with each violent thrust Joey Ratman delivered into her helpless body. Tears streamed unchecked down her face, mixing with the water that cascaded down them from above; a reminder of just how fragile she truly was in his hands. Her legs quivered with effort as she struggled to remain upright despite their weight bearing down on her slender frame; his grip on her head never relenting, keeping her pinned against the unforgiving surface of the wall like a helpless animal trapped in a cage.

"O-oh... y-yes..." she stammered out through her tears, feeling something deep inside of her coil tighter and tighter with each rough thrust that sent ripples of pleasure/pain throughout every nerve ending in her body. She arched back against his hand, offering herself up fully to him; willing to endure whatever he saw fit as long as it meant she could feel this unyielding control and possession that he seemed to crave so desperately from her.

Her ass clenched rhythmically around his invading cock, squeezing tightly with each powerful thrust; driving him deeper still until it felt like he was tearing her apart piece by tiny piece. And yet, she couldn

Her body trembled as she felt him pulse inside her; his seed filling every last crevice of her tight ass and spilling out over the smooth walls of her insides. The hot liquid spread through her, coating every nerve ending until they tingled with pleasure so intense it bordered on pain. She let out a soft moan as he finally pulled free, her body protesting at the sudden absence of his thick girth inside of her.

Her ass cheeks clenched tightly together, trying to hold onto whatever bit of him they could as he withdrew; leaving her aching and empty once more. She panted heavily, her chest still heaving up and down as she fought to catch her breath. Tears spilled freely down her face now, mixing with the water running down it from her soaked hair.

When his hand finally released the back of her head, she let out a soft whimper; her body slumping forward against the cool tile of the shower wall as she tried to catch her breath. Joey Ratman's words penetrated the haze that clouded her mind, but they seemed distant and unimportant compared to the overwhelming sensations still washing over her. With a sigh, she leaned forward and placed her hands on the tiled floor, steadying herself as she prepared to clean up the mess he'd left behind; both literally and figuratively.

Her eyes drifted closed, and for a moment she let herself imagine what it would be like if this were all just a twisted dream...if there was someplace else where she could go; some other life where she wasn't owned by Joey Ratman, where she didn't have to do these things. But even as the fantasy played out in her mind, she knew it was just that; nothing more than a fleeting

With a shaky sigh, Melia slowly pulled on the skimpy black dress, her fingers fumbling with the delicate straps and strings that secured it in place. The material hugged her curves tightly, revealing far more than she would have liked; every curve of her breasts and hips, as well as the dark bruises spreading across her upper thighs where Joey Ratman had taken his pleasure earlier.

She winced as she tied the ribbon around her waist, the movement causing pain to flare anew in several tender spots on her body. The cold air from the hallway caressed her bare legs as she stepped out of the bathroom, making her shiver despite the late summer heat outside. Her steps were unsteady, her head hung low; an unwilling participant in this twisted game that had become her entire existence.

As she made her way through the house, collecting her purse and keys along the way, she couldn't help but feel like a broken doll; battered and bruised yet still somehow managing to stand upright despite it all. The knowledge that Joey Ratman was somewhere close by, watching her every move, only served to heighten the sense of dread and helplessness that filled her.

When she finally reached the door leading outside, she paused for a moment, taking one last shaky breath before stepping out into the bright sunlight. She felt exposed; vulnerable in this nearly transparent dress that did little more than cover up the most intimate parts of her body. The neighborhood around her looked different in daylight; less friendly and more threatening with every step she took towards the market at the end of the block.

Her heart raced as she walked, her breath coming faster and shallower with each passing moment. She couldn't shake the

She couldn't shake the feeling that eyes were on her from every direction; that invisible hands reached out to touch and possess her with each step she took. The weight of Joey Ratman's possession was nearly unbearable in this public place, where anyone could see her and know exactly what she was: his property, there for the taking.

Her pace slowed as she approached the market, forcing herself to walk at a leisurely pace despite the panic that threatened to consume her. She knew better than to try to run or hide; it would only make things worse. The sense of helplessness was suffocating, but there was no escape. All she could do was play along and pray that somehow this nightmare would end.

She gripped the handle of her shopping cart tightly, forcing herself not to glance around constantly as she made her way through the crowded aisles. The sounds and smells of the market were overwhelming; a sharp contrast to the sterile environment of their home where everything was under Joey Ratman's control. Here, she felt exposed and vulnerable in ways she hadn't thought possible.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, she had gathered all of the items on her list. Her hands trembled as she placed the last item into the cart, a tiny whimper escaping her throat at the realization that soon this would all be over...if only for now. The thought both terrified and comforted her in equal measure.

With one last look around to ensure that no one was too close, she made her way swiftly towards the checkout counter. Her heart raced as she waited in line, unable to meet the eyes of anyone around her. What if someone recognized her? What would they think? The questions spun through her mind like a never-ending

Her heart skipped a beat when her phone vibrated in her hand; the unfamiliar number flashing across the screen sending a shiver down her spine. Her fingers trembled as she brought it to her ear and answered with a shaky "Hello?" The voice on the other end was cold and indifferent, its words like knives cutting into her already bruised psyche. She knew it was Joey Ratman without even hearing him speak; his presence was enough to send chills racing down her spine. "Don't forget where you are, dog," he purred in response, and Melia felt a sudden weight settle on her shoulders at his words. There would be no escape from him today; not unless she wanted to risk the unthinkable. She swallowed hard, forcing herself to focus on her surroundings as she stepped up to the counter and placed her items on the conveyor belt.

As the cashier scanned each item with an impatient grunt, Melia kept one eye on the security cameras overhead, paranoid that someone might recognize her from the news or social media. Her hands shook even harder as she fumbled with her wallet, trying to pull out enough bills without drawing attention to herself. Finally, with a defeated sigh, she handed over the money and accepted her change in silence; unable to trust herself to speak without betraying how terrified she truly was.

Outside the store, the air was thick with humidity and the sound of traffic rushing by on the nearby street. She hesitated for a moment, debating whether or not to chance running or if it would be safer to just walk slowly like he'd said. Her heart felt like it was about to explode from her chest; every beat seeming louder than the last as she scanned the area

Melia closed her eyes and took a deep breath, trying to steady her racing heart. She forced herself to walk slowly through the bad parts of town, her chest heaving as she struggled against the urge to break into a sprint. Every movement sent another wave of pain coursing through her body; reminding her that Joey Ratman would know exactly what she was doing if he decided to follow her.

She kept her head down, avoiding eye contact with anyone who might be watching too closely. The weight of the bag in her hand grew heavier with each step, but she forced herself not to wince or show any sign of weakness. Her heart hammered against her ribs as she walked; a constant reminder that Joey Ratman was still somewhere out there, controlling every aspect of her life.

When she finally reached the safe house where they were supposed to meet, Melia let out a shuddering breath and hurried up the steps. Her legs felt like jelly as she knocked on the door, waiting for Joey Ratman's voice to say it was alright to come in. She glanced around one last time before he answered, her chest tightening at the thought of what he might have planned for her next.

"It better be good," she muttered under her breath, trying to steel herself for whatever lay ahead. She took another deep breath and let it out slowly, waiting for him to open the door.