*NOTE : This story is a part of my ongoing "Clover's World" comic/story, and will lack context or detail to those unfamiliar with that world/story.
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"Time to rise and shine, my little pet!" Clover's voice was cheery this morning.
I opened my eyes to the sight of Clover looking down at me, through the metal bars of my crate door.
"C'mon, Becky, don't pretend you're not eager to get the day started. In fact, it seems you've been eagerly awaiting it!" Clover glowed, smiling wide, and as I sat up, I realized why.
"I didn't -- I wasn't-" I blushed profusely, snapping my legs shut as I realized they'd been hanging wide open. My hand had been resting between them... tucked inside the crevice of my apparently quite wet intimate bits.
Oh God. I was already wet. How? Had I been playing with myself in my sleep? Did I simply start fondling myself as I woke up? It was beyond embarrassing.
"Getting ready for the day without me, huh?" Clover chided, "Seems you're starting to enjoy our little routine! It must be getting programmed right into that tiny little mind of yours!"
I scowled.
"Oh, don't make that face," Clover said, still smirking, "We both know you enjoy it. So, get to it! I've got a long day ahead of me, and you've got a ton of work to get ready for it."
I scowled for a moment longer, locking eyes with her defiantly... but it didn't last long. Her piercing, violet eyes bore into me, and I wilted under them, as usual.
Beaten already, just as the sun began to rise, I parted my legs, and leaned back. Propping my feet up on the crate door, I gave Clover a wide open view of my glistening, quivering pussy.
I swallowed nervously, feeling myself grow wetter as I thought about her looking down at my fingers, spreading my lips apart, and beginning to fondle my clit.
"May I... play with myself... ma'am?" I asked, breathlessly, though I'd very much already started to.
Clover smiled.
"Use two fingers today, slut," she said, as condescending as possible, "Since you were so well behaved last night."
I sighed, glaring up at the roof of my crate as she crouched down, happily watching me begin to breath heavier as my fingers pinched and rubbed up and down the length of my cunt.
It was humiliating. I hated it. But... I mean, I was at least a little grateful she'd let me use a second finger.
"Thank you, ma'am," I said, slipping a second finger up inside myself, and began to fuck myself while she watched.
This was the start of my daily routine. Most days, it was more or less the same, though Clover did have a habit of changing things up out of the blue.
The sun rose early over Ashtown. The desert heat never quite dissipated throughout the night, and I found myself gently sweating throughout most nights in my crate. I'd been sleeping in it, on the dusty floor of what USED to be my bedroom, since I'd been brought back to town in the back of what USED to be my car.
Clover had taken over the town that night. Well, truth is, she'd had her tendrils locked onto it for months... I'd just been too dumb to realize it. The truth had been made clear to me, though, when the town had embraced her arrival with open arms... and my downfall with cheers and jeers.
Without so much as a raised brow, the entire town had allowed their Sheriff to be led off into her former Office, where I'd spent the past few weeks undergoing Clover's rigorous and depraved training routine.
My days often began quite like this one. I slept in my crate, naked, and exposed. Clover slept on my bed -- my former bed, I suppose.
At first light, she'd rustle me awake, and then I'd learned one of my first lessons. I was to start every day, as she said it, "Edged up and horny!"
I'd balked at this at first.
"I'm not some horny little idiot you can just turn on like a switch!" I'd decried.
I'd been wrong.
My disobedience earned me punishment. In this case, spankings. I'd been led from my crate, scowling and defiant, and stretched over Clover's legs with my ass high and exposed for the discipline to come.
At first, it was laughable. Spanking? I could take spanking. I was ten times as tough as Clover was. If I hadn't been so hamstrung by my current situation, I'd have throttled her with ease. If this was her master plan... she was in for a losing fight.
But as I'd come to learn with most things... it was a poor call to assume I was somehow outwitting her.
Her spankings were administered thoroughly, and with seemingly endless gusto. It stung, of course, but the other effects on my body were what I'd been unprepared for.
She spanked me hard, and on the cheeks, till my ass glowed red. But little by little... as the smacks increased in tempo, I'd feel them move lower, down the back of my ass, until she was slapping the flesh just above my cunt. Over and over, her hand would slam down, smacking the cheek of my ass, and I'd feel the slightest touch on my pussy lips.
It began to drive me mad, and the more turned on I'd get, the worse I'd make it, involuntarily pushing my ass up to meet her hand, which spread my legs apart just enough to let her make more contact with my throbbing cunt.
It only took a few days of this, but I soon got the message. No matter what I did, I was going to start the day off as a horny little mess. My protests had only led me to the same spot -- a panting, sexed up little bitch, practically begging to cum by the time Clover was finished with me.
And so, like I'd come to do so many other ways, I gave in. I didn't even tell her I'd given up -- I couldn't find the words. I just did it one morning. To avoid the sting of the spanking barrage, I'd rolled onto my back, and kicked up my legs. Without a thought, I'd just started fucking myself with my fingers while she watched me, a knowing smile on her face.
Now, every morning, without even a single protest, my hand would dart in between my thighs, and I'd fondle myself until I was on the verge of cumming.
