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It turns out, Victoria had packed up almost everything for Carly and I. Since Carly was paying cash, we were able to quickly close on the new house and start the move in just nine days. The goodbye at the firm was bitter sweet. My bosses understood but were reluctant to see me go. Daphne convinced me to give her a goodbye fuck while Hideo and David watched. I promised Dave, I'd visit and give his wife Madison another round. David thanked me and promised to let Madison know. I marveled again at the weird form of intimacy that comprised their marriage but then realized my own was even more bizarre. The partnership separation was a little more... contentious. Technically, I was a partner of the firm and entitled to my share. In reality, I'd only just made partner and it was sort of frowned upon in those arrangements to leave so quickly. Fortunately, they understood the circumstances and I wasn't in a position where I needed to play hardball. I let them pay me out at 110% of my buy-in with a promise that Dave got my old job and strong consideration as the next partner.
I spent a day taking Carly around the city, saying goodbye to everyone in their own intimate way. By the end of that marathon day, I was exhausted. I collapsed for the last time in my bed with Carly next to me. Everything was already loaded and the first container was already shipped. All that was left was a couple changes of clothes, the bed and some toiletries. The place hadn't looked this spartan since I'd bought it.
"You know there's one last girl to deal with, Master?"
"Who?" I asked. I'd spent the day fucking Sherry, Maureen and Tabitha. Louise got a quiet lunch date and a quickie while Starla watched. Then Starla had "accidentally" left a printout of her emails with Max on the table. Those emails made it crystal clear that my brother was pretty excited to continue Starla's kink which, when combined with the fact that she'd printed them out on green paper, caused me to then spend an hour mercilessly fucking Starla's beautifully athletic body built for sin. In short, I was exhausted.
"Sasha, Master."
Oh. I'd completely forgotten. In all the excitement over the last couple weeks, I had completely forgotten my bitch-turned-submissive ex-girlfriend. "Where is she?"
"Before I tell you, let's talk about it."
"What have you done, Carly?"
"Nothing, Master. Nothing you'll disapprove of. I promise."
"Uhhuh... I'm skeptical but go on," I said with a smirk. "Tell me what you're thinking."
"I think you should do what you want with her, Master."
"What does that mean?"
"Do what you want. It means do WHATEVER you want. It's clear that's what she wants," Carly said. She was looking at me with that earnest expression that told me she was serious.
"Okay... what do YOU think I want?"
She smiled at me and gave me a little kiss, "I think you still love her."
"You're wrong," I said flatly, unsure myself if the answer was truthful or not.
"I think you still love the old her. And you wish she'd come back. But you also don't want to go back to that because this whole lifestyle has changed what you need and because of that, you're worried that even if she was able to be the girl that you used to love again, you know THAT Sasha would never countenance THIS lifestyle. Am I close... Master?"
I watched dumbfounded. We'd not talked about Sasha since the wedding. Not once. But here she was laying out my inner thoughts. The ones buried in the back of my head that even I didn't want to admit to myself. What I'd felt before for Sasha was real. Before all the interference by her bosses, we'd been happy. Not as happy as Carly and I, but happy nonetheless. But that Sasha was long gone. And having learned a lot about healthy relationships and love and sex, I didn't really want to go back. "Even if all that was true..." I started.
"Is it true, Master?"
"IF it were all true, there's still no way forward. I don't want to have the old Sasha back."
"She's gone, Master. And that's fine. But you're not even thinking about the NEW Sasha. The obedient, desperate to please Sasha."
"She's still the same old Sasha. She won't want me fucking other women," I protested.
"She already has watched you fuck a dozen other women, Master!" she said with a laugh.
I sighed, "She won't put up with that for long. I know her."
"Respectfully, Master, I don't think you do. I think you're not appreciating how much she's changed AND you're not realizing how much she kept to herself when you were together. Besides," Carly said as she slid up next to me, "Either she's a changed woman who wants to be your obedient slave... OR, she's still kind of a cold bitch nevertheless begging to be used. Either way..." Carly trailed off meaningfully.
"Okay... fine... what should I do?"
"Treat her exactly as casually and cruelly as she seems to want. You have no problem with Starla and she had a way worse history," Carly said. I sort of winced at that, not entirely sure I was the good guy. You could certainly see it as taking advantage of an 18 year old girl's rape fetish.
"Okay... say that's what I wanted. What would I do to start?"
"I'm DELIGHTED you asked, Master," Carly said as she sat up and clapped her hands girlishly. "I think you should spend the day fucking all of your other women while I live stream it to her. While you're doing that, you should have Victoria and Maureen tie her up in Maureen's apartment and use her, degrade her and break her while she watches you give pleasure to all those other women. Then you should use her and not let her cum so she understands what she's useful for if she wants to be a part of her life."
"Woah... that's... elaborate," I said. Then it dawned on me, "You already did it didn't you. Is that what's been happening today?"
Carly blushed with embarrassment at being caught and nodded. "Don't tell me sneaky Asians aren't a valid stereotype," I said with a grin. Carly smacked me with a pillow and laughed. "So is that where she is right now?" I asked.
Carly nodded.
"What about earlier when I was with Maureen?"
Carly held up her phone and showed a picture of a bound and gagged Sasha being held, in what appeared to be a dark closet, by Victoria. Victoria was smiling for the camera and had one hand buried in Sasha's smooth cunt while the other was holding the camera for the sexy, perverse selfie. "She watched you through the closet."
"Bring her over here," I said. Carly beamed and typed a message to Victoria. Not even a minute later, Victoria strode into the apartment holding a leash. Victoria looked stunning in a very sexy, form fitting black dress. But my eyes immediately were stolen away by the woman she led in. Sasha looked absolutely stunning and completely broken at the same time. Her hair and face were a mess. Her body was covered in welts. She was wearing a pair of six inch heels and a collar for the leash and nothing else. Despite all of that, her face shone with a thousand watt smile I hadn't seen in a long time. She looked somehow both broken and happy to be broken.
Carly whispered in my ear, "Remember... she wants to be USED, Master."
"Come here, slut," I said sharply. Sasha gasped slightly, unused to the tone from me but she didn't hesitate. She quickly ran over to me on her heels, managing to make the move with an unexpected grace. I gestured for her to get to her knees and she did, dropping heavily onto the floor. Then I stood up and held my stiff cock to her. She knew what to do and eagerly took me down to the base with a satisfied sigh.
"How did you use this piece of useless fuck meat today, Vic?"
Victoria smiled at me and said, "Roughly and cruelly all day, boss. She kept begging for more, actually. She rode Maureen's Sybian for an hour and never came. We edged her and told her how pathetic she was while we watched you fuck your other women. We reminded her of what a dumb little bimbo she'd been and how she's the one person in the world who could have had your cock for themselves and she passed it up."
"One person until I met Carly," I corrected. Carly smiled sweetly up at me.
"True. But Carly wanted to share you and make your love stronger. This dumb bitch ruined your relationship."
Sasha was murmuring agreement as I pistoned in and out of her mouth. I looked down at her and she was looking up at me with wide eyes as I casually used her throat. How badly did she want to be used? I wondered.
I spit on her face, without warning. She gave a slight yelp in shock but then gave a deep, throaty, satisfied groan as she shoved me further into her throat.
"See, Master. She's only happy when she's being used by you in some way. It's a feeling I can empathatize with, Master," Carly said as she watched me face fuck my ex. I looked down at Sasha and ran my fingers through her dusky blonde hair. She cooed softly as my fingers curled into her hair. My feelings were still conflicted but I could see the twinkle of need in her eyes as she looked up at me while continuing her impassioned fellating.
My fingers tightened in her hair and she moaned happily around my cock which felt absolutely amazing. "I'm going to use you, slut." I was rewarded with a nod and another moan around my shaft. She never broke her rhythm, however. "Every hole. In every way. Until you're used up, broken and pathetic. If you want my forgiveness, I'm going to make you work for it."
She pulled off me and sat back on her heels, hands on her knees as she looked up to me. "Yes, Master. I know that I may never be worthy of your forgiveness. I only hope that I can give you a small bit of happiness or pleasure. A token for you to know that I will forever be sorry for what I did. For how I was. I want you to act as if that Sasha is dead and gone. I don't ever want to be her again. Take out all your frustrations against the old Sasha on the new Sasha."
I gripped her hair and drug her to my bed then I tossed her onto the soft, white mattress. She tumbled across before looking up at me. There was a lustful fire in her eyes I'd rarely seen when we were dating. She gazed at me, giving me an unbroken stare into my eyes as she spread her legs wantonly. My eyes flicked down to the moist, pink hole that was there. I could see how red it was from the abuse she'd already received. I could also see how it was practically overflowing with her juices. Sasha knew what I wanted. She reached her fingers down and spread herself. "Use my hole, Master. It's just as tight as you remember. I promise. Use me... no," she looked at me and the slightest curl of her lips twitched. Just the barest hint of a smile, "Don't use me, Master. I'm not even good enough for that. Rape me. Hate fuck me. Destroy me. That's all I'm good for until you decide to forgive me."
