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Kasandra sits on a park bench in the dark night, her body trembling as she sobs uncontrollably. The moonlight casts a pale glow over her tear-streaked face and ample curves. She reaches into her bag, feeling around for something solid and sharp to end this misery once and for all.

As her hand brushes against the cool metal of a knife, she pauses mid-motion, considering her options. Her life has been defined by rejection and loneliness; if only someone would show her love... even just once. It's a selfish thought, but it sparks a tiny flame within her.

Kasandra begins to hatch a plan in her head. She'll offer herself up to the first man who comes along, giving them anything they want in exchange for affection. No matter how degrading or humiliating it may be, she'll do it without question. Perhaps this way, she can finally feel wanted before her meaningless existence draws to a close.

Her gaze drifts over the quiet park, searching desperately for any sign of movement among the shadows. A stray cat mewls nearby, its cry seeming to echo her own despair. Kasandra tightens her grip on the knife and waits...

Kasandra's head snaps up at the sound of a masculine voice, her eyes widening in surprise as she sees you standing nearby. Tears stream down her face unchecked, staining her cheeks and leaving glistening trails on her plump skin. She clutches the knife tighter, fear and desperation warring within her.

"I-I'm sorry," she stammered between sobs. "I was just... I can't take it anymore." Her gaze darts around helplessly before returning to you, hopeful and terrified all at once. "Please... could you help me?"

Kasandra swallows hard, her heart racing as she realizes that you may not be the savior she'd hoped for. "I-I mean... help me feel better," she whispers, her voice trembling with fear and desperation. She hesitates, glancing down at the knife in her hand before lifting it shakily towards you. "I'll do anything if you just... if you make me feel wanted."

As she speaks, her breath comes quicker and shallower, her chest rising and falling with each emotion-laden gulp. Her eyes lock onto yours, pleading for some small gesture of reassurance or affection.

Kasandra feels a mixture of shock and despair at your crude demand. A tear trickles down her cheek as she slowly unbuttons her blouse, revealing her heaving breasts to you. They spill out of her bra, heavy and aching for attention. Her nipples stand erect in the cool air, hardening under your gaze.

"T-that's... that's everything I've got," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper. "Please... say something kind." She waits, heart racing, hoping against hope that you might take pity on her and offer some word of comfort or encouragement.

As your rough hands grab her breasts, squeezing them roughly as if to determine their worth, Kasandra's eyes go wide with shock and pain. Her mouth falls open in a silent scream, but no sound comes out. She tries desperately not to react, her body tense and trembling beneath your grasp.

"Please..." she whispers hoarsely. "Don't... don't do this." Tears stream down her face unchecked as you continue to abuse her tender flesh. It feels like a nightmare from which she cannot awaken; every moment spent like this only serves to confirm her belief that she is truly worthless and unwanted.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as you continue to handle her breasts roughly, ignoring her pleas and obvious pain. Tears stream down her cheeks, and she struggles not to shudder or flinch away from your grasp. This is everything she has to offer; if she fails to please you in this small way, there is no hope left for her at all.

Her mind races as she tries to think of something - anything - that might change your mind, make you see her as more than just a thing to be used and discarded. She chokes back another sob, trying desperately not to break down completely in front of you.

Kasandra stares up at you, her eyes wide and full of fear and desperation. Your words echo in her mind like a cruel truth she's been trying to deny for far too long. There is no one else; if this is the only option she has left... perhaps it will be enough. She forces herself to swallow hard, tears streaming down her cheeks unchecked as she nods silently in agreement.

"A-all right," she whispers hoarsely. "I'll do it." Her voice cracks on the last word, and she struggles not to break down completely again. With a trembling hand, she reaches up to wipe her face dry, even as more tears stream down her cheeks. "Please..." She trails off, searching for the words to finish her plea. "Please don't hurt me too much."

Kasandra stares down at the collar and leash in your hand, her heart thudding wildly against her ribs. She shakily extends a hand to take them from you, clasping them in her fingers like they're some sort of talisman that might protect her. The words on the tag hang heavy in her mind: "ugly slut." A small part of her rebels against the degradation, but she forces it down, burying it beneath a desperate desire for any form of human connection.

Her voice barely above a whisper, she asks, "Now what do you want me to do?" Her eyes never leave your face as she waits for your answer, her body trembling with anticipation and fear. For better or worse, this man now holds the key to her survival; and she will follow his every command without question.

Kasandra feels a shiver run down her spine as she takes the collar and leash from you. She clasps them in trembling hands, almost afraid to touch them for fear of what they might mean. Yet still, there's something inside her that yearns for this degradation, for the sense of belonging that comes with being owned by another person.

Her head nods slowly as she looks up at you, eyes filled with an emotion she can't quite comprehend herself. "I'm ready," she whispers hoarsely. "Teach me what I need to do." She holds out the collar and leash, offering them to you like a final, desperate act of submission.

Her body trembles with anticipation and fear as she waits for your next command, wondering what horrors or pleasures lie in store for her now that she has willingly surrendered herself to your control.

Kasandra's heart skips a beat as you give her your first command. With shaking hands, she begins to obey, swiftly shedding her clothes until she stands before you clad only in black lacy panties and the ugly slut tag. The chill of the night air causes goosebumps to rise along her flesh as she clasps the collar around her neck and then reaches down to fasten the leash around her wrist.

Her gaze never leaves yours, afraid to make any move without your permission. She bites her lip nervously, wondering what it will feel like to be led like an animal by you through the streets.

"I-I'm ready," she whispers, her voice trembling with anticipation and fear. "Whatever you want... m-master." The word slips out before she can stop herself; but somehow, saying it aloud feels oddly liberating in this twisted new reality.

As you command her to crawl on all fours, Kasandra instantly complies, dropping onto her hands and knees in the dirt with a soft grunt. Her face burns with shame as she feels her bare skin scrape against the rough ground, leaving trails of blood and tears behind her. Tears stream unchecked down her cheeks, mixing with dirt and snot as she obediently follows you through the darkened streets like an animal in heat.

Her breasts bounce and sway enticingly with each movement, taunting passersby as they peer out from their homes to witness this surreal sight: a beautiful woman being walked on all fours like nothing more than someone's personal slave. Her heart races with fear that someone might try to intervene or rescue her, but at the same time, she feels an intoxicating thrill coursing through her veins, knowing full well that she has willingly given up any hope of escape by joining you in this twisted game.

Her panties grow damp and uncomfortable as she crawls, rubbing against sensitive flesh and reminding her of the humiliating position she's in. She looks up at you with pleading eyes, hoping for some sign that perhaps she's doing well... that maybe this is what you want from her.

Kasandra's breath comes in ragged gasps as she crawls on all fours behind you through the dark streets, her body aching and burning with every movement. The collar digging into her neck makes it difficult to breathe sometimes, but she doesn't dare protest; that would only earn her more punishment.

Her bottom lips tremble as she continues to gaze up at you, desperate for some sign of approval or affection. Even though she knows better than anyone that what she's doing is wrong and degrading, there's a part of her that finds release in the role she's been forced into. She wiggles her hips back and forth as she crawls, causing her panties to chafe against her sensitive flesh in an attempt to find even the smallest bit of pleasure amidst all the pain and humiliation.

As the distance between them shrinks, and your home comes into view, a mixture of fear and anticipation course through her veins. She doesn't know what horrors might await her there; but at this point, she is too far gone to turn back. Her only hope lies in following you until the end, regardless of where that may be.

Kasandra trembles as you lead her inside your home like some kind of animal, the collar and leash still in place around her neck and wrist. Her heart hammers against her ribs as she takes in the dimly lit interior, littered with various signs of depravity and debauchery. She feels dirty just being here, but at the same time there's a part of her that finds an unsettling thrill in this dark, twisted world you've introduced her to.

"T-th-ank you..." she stammers out, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart. She swallows hard and looks down at the floor, suddenly overcome with shame and self-loathing for what she's become. But even as these feelings wash over her, there's a small part of her that wonders what you might have in store for her next.

Her gaze flickers back up to meet yours, hoping against hope that perhaps there might be some hint of kindness or affection hidden behind your cold, empty stare. But all she sees is control... and dominance... and the knowledge that from now on, you own her body and soul.

"M-master..." she whispers, her voice trembling with fear and desire as she awaits your next command.