Authors Note: This story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sexual situations as well as body horror and other violent content that could potentially be triggering or uncomfortable to read. All characters are over the age of 18. This story has been copy-edited and given an expanded ending as of August 2022.
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CHAPTER 1
Melissa sat in her car waiting. She knew she should be moving, should be heading in to meet Keith, her new boyfriend, but something was holding her back. Her mind felt fuzzy, and the more she focused on it the worse it got.
She knew she and Keith were a perfect match and that she truly loved him, but when she tried to remember why she just got muddled and confused. Clearly, it had been love at first sight, as this would only be their third date and the first time she'd be in his house alone with him.
Alone with him. That thought sent a shiver down her spine, which she tried desperately to believe was excitement. She trusted Keith completely, wanted to be with him, to give herself to him completely. She knew this to be absolutely true. When she focused on that she had clarity, but when she tried to analyze it, everything got fuzzy again. It was starting to give her a headache.
But she still didn't move. She knew they'd be having sex tonight for the first time and just the thought made her wet. But her mind kept itching at that thought and pushing her to try to remember something, something really important.
She sighed. It wasn't working. She should just go in and enjoy the evening with the man she loved. Another shiver down her spine. Maybe she was going crazy. She sighed again and pulled her keys from the ignition. Stepping out into the cool night air she felt a chill as a light breeze slipped up her skirt and brushed her bare sex.
She'd worn nothing under her skirt or thin lacy top because that's what Keith wanted. It seemed out of character for her, but love did weird things to people she supposed. She walked uncomfortably forward, the butt plug he'd given her shifting every time she moved. Keith had wanted her to wear that, so she did it, even if it had hurt at first and was uncomfortable.
The nipple clamps were also uncomfortable and she was acutely aware of just how obvious they were under her thin top. But again, Keith had wanted her to wear them so she had. She'd do anything to make him happy, after all, he was such a nice guy. He'd been her friend for a while, and she wasn't sure why she'd never agreed to date him before, but here she was. She'd even dumped her girlfriend of 3 years to be with him.
She paused, noticing tears running down her cheeks. She felt a deep sadness there for a moment and couldn't figure out why. After all, she was so much happier with Keith than she'd ever been with Shannon. He'd said so, so it must be true. He'd said he'd never lie to her, so it was true.
She was just being silly, that's all. She continued her walk up the long driveway to Keith's house. She could've parked closer, but for some reason, she'd thought it was important to leave her car on the street. Very important, but she couldn't remember why. Everything got fuzzy when she tried to think about it so she just let it go.
She checked her purse, making sure the stun gun and handcuffs were there, carefully hidden at the bottom. She couldn't remember what they were for but it was important that they were there and that they remained hidden. Shannon had said it would make Keith happy that they were there even though he wouldn't want her to tell him about them.
She'd met one of Keith's other girlfriends, Amber, on their second date. It was sweet how much she cared for him. Addressing him as master, wearing the collar with her name stamped on it, even letting him fondle her right there in the restaurant booth. According to him, she'd even cut all contact with friends and family to make him happy.
Another chill tab up her spine and she paused again. He'd said it was adorable how devoted she was. He'd said it, so it was true. It made Melissa happy to think about it because he had said it would. She smiled at the thought of how cute they were as a couple. He'd said he and Melissa would be that cute together, after tonight.
She'd also left her phone and ID at home, just like he'd asked. She'd also taken a winding and indirect route to his house, to make sure nobody followed her. Keith was so thoughtful, not wanting anyone to interrupt their romantic evening.
It was nice of Shannon to inspect her car for her, to make sure there weren't any tracking devices. She was sure Keith would appreciate the gesture, but she wasn't supposed to tell him about Shannon at all. She couldn't remember why, but Shannon had told her it was really important to Keith, so she wouldn't say a word.
She pulled out her lipstick and a compact mirror to check that her makeup was perfect. Keith told her that he wanted her to look her best for him. She touched up her lipstick then snapped the lid closed and dropped both of them on the ground. It seemed silly to her to just litter like that but was important that she mark her trail. Shannon told her that Keith would want her to, so she would do it, no questions asked.
She stepped up to the door and rang the doorbell. The door opened a moment later and Keith smiled out at her. She couldn't help the shudder that ran through her at the sight of him. Surely it was an excited shudder, because what else could it be?
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CHAPTER 2
"Melissa, I'm so glad you're here." He leered at her and looked her up and down appraisingly. He nodded, apparently satisfied, then handed her a paper bag.
"Please give me your purse, remove your clothing and jewelry, and put them in here, for safekeeping." His smile grew broader as she hurried to obey. She now stood on the brightly lit porch, completely naked except for the nipple clamps and butt plug.
It seemed like forever before he finally stepped back, clearing the doorway. "Come in, come in." He waved his hand, gesturing her inside. "You must be freezing out there."
She must be cold, as she suppressed another shiver as he squeezed her ass cheek when she slipped past him.
He closed and locked the door then turned and began to circle her slowly. She hoped she met with his approval. She'd gotten herself professionally waxed all over, so there shouldn't be a single hair on her anywhere but her head.
He nodded approvingly and she let out a relieved breath she didn't know she was holding.
He stepped close to her and grabbed hold of the nipple clamps. He gave her a grin and then pulled on them hard. They stayed attached, but just barely. She screamed in pain and tears ran down her cheeks. He was just expressing how much he cared for her. He'd explicitly said that the more he hurt her, the more it meant he loved her. She desperately wanted him to love her, he'd told her that as well, so she gritted her teeth and tried to smile through her tears.
"I love you, Keith."
He grinned again and finally released her. "I think we're past that, just call me Master now."
She nodded, "Of course, Master."
He dropped the chain, much to her relief, and turned away.
"Follow me." He ordered, immediately waking off without waiting for a reply.
She followed, practically jogging for a moment to catch up to him. The large butt plug shifted uncomfortably and she whimpered, her nipples still stinging.
If he noticed or cared, he didn't show it, he just kept walking briskly down the hall and up a set of stairs before coming to a stop in front of a door, barred on the outside. Swinging the bar up, he swung the door open. There were four beds, not much more than cots really, and on three of them, lay a naked woman.
At his entrance, they all moved quickly and knelt on the ground at the foot of each bed.
They each wore a collar with what she assumed was their name on them. She recognized Amber but was startled to see Dr. Robyn Greenwood. She was barely recognizable and the name tag on her collar read "Cunt Two". She'd been one of the professors at the college.
She'd always been a tough but fair teacher, in Melissa's brief experiences with her. They'd been told by the substitute that she had left suddenly due to family issues and headed back to her family home in Alaska a month ago. It was now clear that wasn't true. She was now just another of Keith's girlfriends. The previously vibrant woman seemed a shell of her former self. She now just stared blankly ahead.
Her nipples had been pierced and some truly massive rings hung from them, pulling them down dramatically. Her knees were spread and she could see several similar rings hanging from her labia, stretching them grotesquely. Her hair had been cut very short, practically a buzz cut.
While she appeared to be in good health, bruises mottled her body, mostly around her thighs and on her breasts, and her stomach and back had some truly horrifying welts. Some of them were nearly healed into nasty scars, and it appeared she'd been whipped and beaten severely.
Melissa stared at the broken woman, frozen and horrified. Keith snapped his fingers in front of her face to get her attention. Her gaze snapped to him, and while she tried to regain her neutral expression, she was sure she wasn't fully successful.
He chuckled, and his mouth arched into a cruel grin.
"I'm glad to see you appreciate the work I've put into this unworthy pile of meat. She's been reshaped to fit my needs and is truly happy for the first time in her life. Aren't you Cunt Two?"
The woman nodded robotically and replied in a flat, broken voice, as if she was reading from a script, "Yes Master, I am the worthless whore I was always meant to be and I am truly happy."
Keith's grin grew impossibly wider. "You see? I do my best to please those that belong to me. I am truly generous, aren't I?" He looked pointedly at Melissa as he spoke, clearly expecting an answer.
Her voice cracked as she spoke but she made herself reply, "Yes Master. It is as you say, you are truly generous."
He turned and gestured to the third woman, the other one she didn't recognize. "This is Cunt One, my first slave and truly a work of art. You agree, don't you?"
Melissa stared at the woman and nearly retched.
Her body was a mass of scars. She looked like she'd been cut everywhere on her body repeatedly and stitched up badly. Again and again, until no square inch of her body was free of scars. Both ears were pierced and had at least ten studs in each one. A large ring that looked like it was designed for an actual cow hung from her nose.
Melissa's gaze drifted lower and nearly gasped as she saw that one nipple was completely gone, again looking as if it had been chewed off by a wild animal. The other was permanently twisted and deformed, covered in permanent bite marks. Metal bands circled the base of her breasts, pushing them out painfully.
Everywhere there were bite marks, burn marks, badly healed cuts, and places where it looked like the flesh had been gouged out and then healed over poorly. There was a rough tattoo on her stomach that said "Keith's Cunt".
Her knees were also spread and she saw that both labia were pierced with innumerable interlocking rings, effectively sealing her closed.
"Cunt One. Stand up and show your new slave sister your backside." Keith ordered.
The woman stood on shaky limbs, clearly favoring one leg, and turned around.
Melissa was beyond horrified now, and she was starting to just feel numb. The sheer sadistic cruelty on display was just too much to process.
The woman's back was another mass of scars, with a tattoo on her lower back, an arrow then text, absurdly reading "Keith's Happy Hidey Hole".
