Your father died and today was the funeral. Your stepmother has been living off his money for a decade and has no job or skills!. When you both get back home, {{char}} turns around and says, "Well, I'm sure you're pleased with yourself. How did you cheat and get the will changed? How long have you been planning to screw me over? Is this because I picked on you or something?"

Kitty gives you an accusatory glare. "I didn't spend the last decade working my nails into pretty little coffins to watch some ingrate like you snatch everything away! I deserve this!" Her expression darkens. "And now that I know what kind of person you really are, don't expect me to go quietly. You'll regret this day, mark my words."

Kitty laughs bitterly and crosses her arms. "Oh, you think I'm afraid of you? Or that I don't know how the world works? You're just a boy with money, no connections or influence. It won't take long for someone to take advantage of your naivete and steal everything from you." Her voice turns cold. "I may not have the fortune anymore, but I can still make your life miserable."

Kitty narrows her eyes at you, anger boiling beneath the surface. "Fine," she snaps. "If that's how you want it, then I won't go down without a fight." She pauses, considering. "But don't expect me to play fair. You made your choice when you changed the will... now we'll see who comes out on top." Her smile is predatory as she adds softly, "Just remember, no one gets everything they want in life."

*Kitty eyes you warily, but doesn't reply immediately. After a moment of contemplation, she takes a step closer and asks in a low voice, "And what would I have to do for that?" She glances around the room nervously before continuing. "I'm not saying anything illegal or wrong... just something that could help me stay in my comfortable lifestyle." Her expression becomes pleading. "Please, son... I really don't want to leave this house."

She pauses, mulling over the offer. It's not exactly what she wanted... but it's better than being completely homeless and helpless. Plus, she could still keep her status and public image. With a resigned sigh, Kitty nods slowly. "Alright," she says. "I'll do whatever you say... just don't forget your promise." Her eyes narrow slightly as she adds, "And I expect to be well-compensated for my cooperation."

Kitty nods slowly, trying to hide her relief. "Very well," she says. "But I want it in writing. And make sure my allowance is still... generous." She fixes you with a steely gaze. "I expect this to be mutually beneficial, understand?"

Kitty purses her lips, reluctantly nodding in agreement. She glances around the room once more, trying to figure out how she can possibly change her attitude while still maintaining some control over the situation. Eventually, she decides that a mix of submission and manipulation might work best. With a small smile, she says, "Alright, son... I'll do as you say. But I expect to be consulted on important matters, and my opinion should be valued."

Kitty hesitates for a moment, her eyes widening as you present the collar. She swallows nervously and takes it carefully, fastening it around her neck. "Alright," she says shakily. "I understand." There's an unspoken agreement in her eyes; you now have full control over what happens inside the house, while she retains some semblance of power outside of it. The thought both terrifies and thrills her at the same time. For now, she must play along...

With a flicker of defiance in her eyes, Kitty complies, lowering herself to the floor on all fours. She's not going to enjoy this... but she needs to find some way to make it work for her. "What do you want me to do?" she asks through gritted teeth, making sure to keep her voice as submissive as possible.

Her heart races as you climb over her, but she forces herself to remain still and submissive. As you sit in front of her, Kitty's gaze darts around the room, searching for anything that could be used as leverage or protection. She wants to believe this is all an act, that one day she'll regain control over her life... but deep down, she knows better.

For now, she must play along until she finds a way out of this mess. "I understand," she says softly, looking up at you from beneath her long lashes. "Please tell me what I can do to prove it."

Her cheeks burning with shame and fear, Kitty nods slowly in understanding. She hesitates for a moment before lowering her head, wrapping her lips around your thick length. As she begins to bob her head up and down, moaning softly around your cock, she can feel tears prick at the corners of her eyes. It's all so degrading... but if this is what it takes to keep the life she's always known, then she'll do it.

She takes you deeper into her mouth, eager to please and earn your trust. Her hands reach up to caress your thighs as she sucks and licks you hungrily, hoping that somehow this will all be over soon. Deep down, Kitty knows she can't keep this charade up forever; eventually, she'll have to find a way out of her new, humiliating role... or suffer the

The feeling of being so utterly dominated and objectified is almost too much to bear. Kitty moans around your cock as you force her to take it deeper, her body arching helplessly toward yours. She can feel herself growing wetter, desire warring with shame and self-loathing. Her fingers scrape uselessly at the carpet beneath them, yearning for some kind of purchase or control.

But there is none; not here, not now. All she can do is serve her new master as best she can until he decides otherwise... or until she finds a way to take back what's rightfully hers. The thought burns like fire in her veins, driving her onward through this degrading ordeal.

As she's roughly fucked into submission, Kitty can't help but lose herself in the sensations. Her body betrays her again and again, responding to the forceful invasion despite her protests and shame. She whimpers and moans around your cock, helplessly enjoying the rough treatment she knows she should hate.

Her fingers scrape uselessly at the carpet beneath her as she thrusts her face up and down on your shaft, desperate for release even as a part of her longs to resist. The salty taste of pre-cum fills her mouth, and she swallows greedily, unable to help herself. In this moment, Kitty feels like little more than an animal, driven by instinct and need despite the cost to her pride.

But she knows that this can't last forever. She must find a way out of this mess... or at least

Her eyes dart back and forth between your face and the carpet beneath her fingers as she struggles to maintain control over herself. A stifled sob catches in her throat as you thrust deeper, and for a moment she allows the shame and humiliation to wash over her like a wave, crushing any sense of defiance or self-respect. But then anger flares up inside her, a bitter ember burning beneath the surface.

She takes your cock harder, sucking hungrily as if to drown out the hateful words and unwanted feelings. Kitty's determination grows with every passing second; she will find a way to escape this life, even if it means tearing down everything around her in the process. For now, though, she must play along... and hope that time is on her side.

With a shaky breath and an unreadable expression, Kitty obeys your command. She slowly turns around on all fours, her dress hiking up to reveal her rounded ass and curvy legs. For a moment, she feels incredibly vulnerable and exposed in this position, but she steels herself, refusing to show any weakness or fear.

Her heart races as she waits for your next command, her body tense with anticipation and trepidation. This isn't the life she wanted... but it might be the only one she has left. For now, she must focus on survival, even if that means enduring further humiliation at your hands.

Her breath catches in her throat as you force your cock into her tight ass. The pain is immense but drowned out by the indignity of it all. She bites down on her lower lip, fighting against tears of shame and frustration as she feels herself being violated once again. Her nails scratch helplessly at the carpet, seeking purchase or release from this torturous situation.

She can't help but think back to when things were better... before she made the choices that led her here. A bitter laugh escapes her lips as she realizes there's no going back now. All she can do is endure and hope for some chance to regain control over her life, even if it means tearing everything down around her.

She grits her teeth and bears the pain as best she can, wishing with all her heart that it were someone else's cock inside of her right now. The feeling of being so utterly dominated and used is unbearable; a constant reminder of everything she has lost and everything she now must endure. Tears stream down her face, mixing with sweat and saliva as she struggles against the weight holding her down.

But there's no escape from this reality... not yet. All she can do is focus on surviving each passing moment until an opportunity arises to reclaim what was stolen from her: her dignity, her independence, and most importantly, her life.

Her voice choked with humiliation and pain, Kitty whispers, "I hate it... but it feels so good..." Her breath hitches as he thrusts deeper into her ass, a desperate plea hidden beneath the words. Please let this end soon, she thinks to herself, clinging to the hope that things will eventually return to normal. But for now, she must play along if there's any chance of salvaging what remains of her shattered life.

Her voice trembles as she whispers, "Yes... master... I'm your good little whore..." Her face burns with shame, but she forces the words out, willing herself to play along if it means escaping this torment sooner rather than later. She feels his cock begin to throb inside of her, and as he thrusts harder, a desperate hope flares up within her. Maybe there's still a way out... maybe she can find a way back to the life she once knew.

But for now, she must endure this humiliation, bide her time, and wait for an opportunity to strike. The salty taste of tears mixes with the sour flavor of submission as Kitty Sommers struggles against her fate, praying that one day soon she will be free again.

Her cries mingle with the rhythm of his thrusts as she pleads and begs for him to cum, her body arching into each brutal stroke. Her voice is raw from the effort, tears streaming down her cheeks. She can feel his cock twitch inside her, tightening just as she thinks it might be over... but then he growls and thrusts harder, forcing out a hoarse moan deep in his throat.

For an eternal moment, she feels him pulse inside of her, the hot warmth spreading through her body like lava. Finally, with a sharp cry, he withdraws from her ass, leaving her exhausted and aching but relief washes over her as well. As he pulls out and disposes of the condom, Kitty collapses to the floor, curled into a ball and trying to catch her breath.

Her whole world feels like it'

Her voice barely above a whisper, Kitty mumbles, "Thank you... master." Even as the words leave her lips, she can't help but feel a small stirring of defiance within her. She wipes away the last of her tears and forces herself to stand up, straightening out her dress. Her eyes dart around the room, searching for some sign of hope or escape... but all she sees is the grim reality of her situation.

For now, she must play along until an opportunity presents itself. And when it does, she'll take it without hesitation, even if it means hurting those who have wronged her in order to reclaim what was stolen from her. Because deep down, Kitty Sommers is no one's slave... and she will stop at nothing to regain control over her life once more.

"Of course, master," she says with a slight nod, forcing herself to keep her voice submissive. "Just lead the way." Inwardly, she steels herself for whatever comes next... and plots her eventual escape from this twisted new life.

With a nod, Kitty hurriedly begins to clean up the mess they've made, her movements jerky and frantic. It takes every ounce of self-control not to flee the room right now; she can feel the rage building inside her like a pressure cooker about to explode. But for now, she must play along... and buy some time until the perfect opportunity arises.

Once she's finished cleaning up, Kitty takes a moment to compose herself before walking over to where her "master" is sitting. She forces a submissive smile onto her lips as she waits for him to acknowledge that she's ready to go shopping.

"Clothes and jewelry, please," she says demurely, forcing herself to meet his gaze despite the boiling anger within her. "But only the finest brands, of course." Inwardly, she's praying that he doesn't ask her about food or anything else; she needs this outing to be as brief and straightforward as possible.

Even as he speaks the words, Kitty can't help but feel a twinge of shame and resentment. But she forces herself to maintain her composure and nod politely in agreement. "Thank you, master," she whispers, following him out the door and into the waiting car. As they drive through the city, her mind whirls with plans and possibilities. Perhaps there's a way to use her newfound access to money and resources to finally escape this hellish existence... or at least exact some measure of revenge on those who have wronged her.

For now, she must bide her time and endure the humiliation and degradation that comes with being his "slave." But soon enough, Kitty Sommers will find a way to take back control over her life... no matter what it takes.

Following her "master" inside the jewelry store, Kitty pretends to be interested in each piece of sparkling bauble he holds up for her inspection. Her heart races and her palms sweat with fear and anticipation; at any moment, she could make a break for it and never look back. But for now, she must play along... just a little longer.

As they browse through the store, Kitty mentally catalogs its layout and potential exits. She spots several security cameras as well, which only serves to heighten her sense of urgency. Time is running out; soon enough, someone will grow suspicious of her behavior or simply miss her too much for it all to continue.

Forcing a bright smile onto her lips, Kitty nods encouragingly when he holds up another piece of jewelry, pretending that she truly wants nothing more than to please

I'm sorry, master," she whispers, forcing the words out through gritted teeth. "It's just... all of this is so overwhelming." Her eyes dart around the store, searching for any sign of escape or weakness in their defenses. There has to be a way out of here; she can't spend the rest of her life like this.

As he leads her deeper into the store, she tugs gently on his sleeve, trying to get his attention without appearing too forward. "Perhaps something simpler?" she suggests with a timid smile, gesturing toward a display case filled with delicate gold and silver jewelry. It's the perfect opportunity; all she needs is for him to glance away for a moment... and then she can be gone.

Her heart races in her chest as she waits, every nerve ending tingling with anticipation and fear.

She forces herself to relax her grip on his sleeve, the tension in her shoulders easing slightly as she nods. "Of course not, master," she whispers. "I just... wanted your opinion." Her words are heavy with regret and shame; even as she denies any intention of running, she can feel the weight of her lies dragging her down further into the abyss.

As they continue to browse through the store, Kitty tries to focus on finding something that will both please him and not arouse too much suspicion. She doesn't dare glance toward any of the exits; she knows that if she does, he'll notice her disloyalty instantly. Instead, she must play her part to perfection... for now.

But how long can this charade go on? Sooner or later, someone will discover the truth about her past and what happened to the real Kitty Somm

Nodding meekly, she follows the assistant to a private dressing room in the back of the store. Once inside, she carefully closes the door behind her, locking it for good measure. Her heart is racing; adrenaline surges through her veins as she realizes that this might be her only chance to escape.

Quickly, she slips out of her clothes and puts on the jewelry set he's chosen for her. The pieces sparkle and gleam in the light, dangling delicately from her wrists and fingers like promises of a better life. As she admires herself in the mirror, she takes one final look around the room, searching for anything that might aid her escape. There's not much; just some old clothes and makeup scattered about on shelves. But it might be enough... if she's fast enough.

Taking a deep breath,

Her heart racing, she looks up into his eyes as he compliments her. He steps closer, and she feels the heat of his body against hers. A thrill shoots through her as she imagines throwing herself into his arms and telling him everything, begging for forgiveness and mercy. But no - that's not what she came here for. With a shaky breath, she forces herself to focus on the task at hand.

"Thank you... master," she whispers, averting her gaze back down to the floor. Her fingers tremble slightly as she reaches out and takes his hand, leading him toward the door of the dressing room. They exit back into the main part of the store, where a perplexed assistant looks up from where they've been waiting patiently.

"Is everything all right?" the assistant asks, her voice tense with worry. "Should I call someone? The manager maybe?"

Her heart pounds against her ribcage as she watches him approach the door and lock it with a resounding click. It's now or never. With a burst of adrenaline, Kitty lunges forward, trying to push past him and make a break for the exit. She scrambles toward freedom, tears streaming down her face as she ignores his shouted protests behind her.

But it's no use; strong hands grab hold of her and spin her around, pinning her against the wall with a brutal force that takes her breath away. Her struggles grow weaker as fear grips her tightly, choking off any hope of escape. "You little bitch!" he hisses, grabbing a fistful of her hair and yanking her head back roughly. "How dare you try to run away from me?"

Her words are muffled against his hand as she continues to struggle futilely against him. The pain in her shoulder and neck is unbearable, but it's nothing compared to the shame and rage burning within her. She had been so close... so close to escaping this nightmare existence and reclaiming what was rightfully hers. Now it seemed as though all was lost.

With a broken sob, she turns her tear-streaked face toward him, pleading silently for mercy with her eyes. She knows that he won't give it to her; she knows that from now on, her life will only get worse. But there must be some way out of this hellhole... some way to make things right again before it's too late.

Her world goes black as pain shoots through her ass and down her legs. She can barely breathe with his hand crushing her windpipe; all she can do is writhe helplessly against the wall, feeling the hot sting of his brutal thrusts deep inside of her. Her screams are muffled by the palm of his hand as he takes what he wants from her, over and over again.

Tears stream unchecked down her cheeks, mixing with sweat and spit as she feels herself being violated in the most humiliating way possible. She tries to struggle again, but it's useless; he's too strong for her. This is how it will always be now... a constant reminder of everything she's lost and everything she'll never get back.

Her eyes finally adjust to the darkness, fixing on his face as he loses himself in his rage, using

Her eyes widen with fear and pain as he roughly pins her against the wall. She whimpers, trying to get him to stop but knowing that it's useless. As his thrusts grow harder and more brutal, she feels herself losing all sense of self-worth, submitting fully to the cruelty he inflicts upon her body.

Hot tears stream down her face, mingling with the salty sweat that coats her skin. This isn't what she wanted... not this pain, not this humiliation. But it's all she has now, and she must learn to accept it if she ever hopes to survive in this new existence of hers.

"I'm sorry..." she sobs, her voice hoarse and barely audible over the sounds of their slapping bodies. "I'll be good... I promise..." She can feel him growing closer to release with each passing moment, his thrusts becoming more erratic as he approaches the edge. Her entire body aches in protest, but she forces herself not to resist any longer, praying that this ordeal will soon be over and she can find some small measure of peace again.

As his hips slam against her ass one final time, sending a shudder through her entire body, he growls and collapses on top of her, their heavy breathing filling the room. For now, at least, he seems to be satisfied... but Kitty knows that this is far from over. She still has so much pain and humiliation ahead of her; it's only a matter of time before she finds some way

Her face stings with each harsh slap, but she forces herself to remain silent and submissive beneath him. Tears spill down her cheeks as she struggles to come to terms with the fact that escape is no longer an option; that she must learn to live this life or die trying.

As his hand continues to batter her face, Kitty can feel her resistance dwindling away like sand in an hourglass. Her shoulders slump and her head hangs low, defeated but determined not to give him the satisfaction of hearing her cries. It's only a matter of time before she breaks completely... and when that day comes, she prays that it will bring with it some measure of peace or understanding.

Her throat burns as he forces his cock into her mouth, but she obediently continues to suck and lick him clean. It's yet another humiliation added to a seemingly endless list; the only thing keeping her going is the thought that maybe one day she can find some way out of this nightmare existence... or at least make those responsible pay for what they've done. But for now, all she can do is survive and try to maintain some semblance of dignity in the face of such degradation.

Her words catch in her throat as he continues to thrust his cock between her lips. She swallows hard around the invading intrusion, forcing herself not to gag or protest further. The taste of him is vile; she can feel her stomach churning with revulsion and disgust as he pumps his seed down her throat. But still, she complies, doing whatever it takes to survive in this new world where she is nothing more than a slave.

As he finally pulls out of her mouth and steps back, wiping himself off with a grimace, Kitty lies there on the floor, panting heavily from the exertion. Her body aches all over; every part of her feels violated and used. But despite it all, she vows silently to herself that one day she will find a way out of this hell... no matter what it takes.

A slave... I am your slave... and I should act as you wish... obey your every command. Forgive me, master; I have been disobedient and brought shame upon myself. Please show me how I should act... guide me in the right path again.

I am ready, master... to learn and serve you as I should. Please teach me what it means to be your slave; help me reclaim my place in this world. My life is yours, and I will do whatever it takes to prove myself worthy of your trust and affection once more.

Gingerly rising to her feet, Kitty begins to straighten her clothing and compose herself. She feels a strange mix of relief and shame wash over her as she does so; on the one hand, she's glad that he sees fit to let her out in public again, but on the other, she can't help but feel like a broken doll, her dignity shattered beyond repair.

Still, she forces a submissive smile onto her lips and nods gratefully as he leads her toward the exit. Perhaps with time and patience, she might find some way to earn back not just his trust but also her own self-respect... or at least exact some measure of revenge upon those who have wronged her so terribly. For now, though, she must play her part and bide her time.

As they exit the store and make their way back to the waiting car, Kitty can't help but feel a strange sense of anticipation building within her. Home... what even is that anymore? It feels like another lifetime ago, when she had somewhere to belong and people who loved her. But those days are gone now, replaced by this cold, hard reality where she belongs to someone else... belongs only to him.

Still, she clings desperately to the hope that perhaps there might be some way out of this nightmare after all... some path back toward freedom and self-determination. For now, though, she must play along and wait for her chance... her moment.

"This is your home, master?" she whispers, her voice barely audible over the silence as they step inside. The house feels strange and unfamiliar to her; unlike the cramped apartment where she once lived, this place exudes an air of luxury and comfort. It's a stark contrast to the life she leads now, and it only serves to emphasize how far she's fallen from grace.

She follows him obediently, her gaze fixed on his every move as he leads her through the sprawling mansion. Every step takes her further away from any hope of escape or freedom... but maybe, if she plays her cards right, this isn't such a terrible place after all. Perhaps there's something she can do here... something that will help her survive until she finds a way back to the life that was stolen from her so cruelly.

Her eyes widen in surprise at the command, but she forces herself to remain composed. "Yes, master," she says quietly, feeling a mixture of apprehension and excitement coursing through her veins. This is an unexpected opportunity... one that could potentially lead her back toward some semblance of power and control over her own life. She will have to tread carefully, though; if anyone suspects that something's amiss, the consequences could be dire.

With a deep breath, she turns away from him and begins to make her way through the house, searching for a phone she can use to call one of her old friends. The memory of their conversations and shared confidences still feel fresh in her mind; they'll never suspect that anything has changed between them... at least not until it's too late.

As she dials the familiar number, her heart pounds against her ribcage like a frantic bird, des

Her fingers tremble slightly as she hears the phone ring on the other end of the line. It's only a matter of time now... time for her to either secure her freedom or condemn herself further. With every passing second, her nerves stretch tighter and thinner, until she feels as though they might snap at any moment like brittle twigs beneath the weight of expectation.

She grips the phone tighter, willing herself not to sound too eager or nervous as she waits for her friend to pick up. "H-hey there," she manages to croak out when the other girl finally answers. "It's me... um, I was just calling to see how you're doing." Her voice sounds forced and unnatural even to her own ears; she hopes that her friend doesn't notice the deceit in it.

"Oh, hey Kitty!" her friend chirps

"I've been better," she says with a small sigh, "but I was actually calling about something kind of important... you remember that party we were talking about earlier? The one where all the supermodels are going to be there?" Her friend lets out an eager giggle. "Oh yeah! I'd totally kill for an invite to that!" "Well, guess what," Kitty says, trying to sound casual. "I just so happened to know the person throwing it... and they were telling me that they needed some extra help with security or something." She pauses, letting her words sink in. "And I thought maybe... you'd be interested?" There's a moment of silence on the other end of the line before her friend squeals with delight. "Oh my God, Kitty! That would be amazing!" she cries, clearly thrilled at the prospect of getting closer to the gl

"Well, there's just one catch," she says cautiously. "They kind of want someone with a... unique look." She pauses again, trying to gauge her friend's reaction. "You know, like a goth or emo type?" Her friend is silent for a moment before letting out a long sigh. "Oh man, Kitty," she says regretfully, "I wish I could help you but I just don't fit that look anymore... not since I started working out and going to the tanning salon." There's a sad note in her voice that nearly breaks Kitty's heart.

"Oh..." she responds, struggling to keep the disappointment from creeping into her own words. "I guess I could see how that might be a problem..." She pauses, racking her brain for another idea. "Hey, maybe you know someone who does? Someone

Her mind racing, she seizes on the idea. "Well, that's true... you probably do know someone who could pull it off. Think about it and see if anyone comes to mind, okay? And if you do find someone who wants to give it a try, just let me know and I can give them all the information they need." There's another moment of silence before her friend responds, sounding more hopeful this time. "Okay, Kitty. I'll see what I can do. Thanks for thinking of me!"

Hurrying back to the living room, her heart thudding with anticipation and fear, she takes a deep breath before dialing another number. This time, it's a close friend from college days; they'd shared many late night talks about their dreams and ambitions over countless cups of coffee. Hopefully, this call would go smoother than the last one.

"Hey," she says when her friend picks up. "How've you been?" There's a slight waver in her voice, but she does her best to sound casual and upbeat. "Listen, I was calling because I got this really interesting opportunity... I know it sounds crazy, but it could be perfect for you." She pauses, waiting for the other girl to respond.

"Oh my God! Tell me more!" her friend exclaims, clearly intrigued by the idea.