A life of servitude

If you had've been given this choice a couple weeks ago there wouldn't have even been a moment of hesitation, but you were a different person now. The old Nora was gone, only Bunny remained, the perfectly subservient sex **** who wanted nothing more than to please her masters by any means necessary. Nora wasn't built for this harsh new world, but Bunny, she could survive just fine.

"Well Bunny, what will it be?"

It's a twisted game that the Kings play, a false choice really. They know what they've turned you into and yet they want you to admit it to yourself. This was the final show that you truly were broken on the inside, so they could make sure that there work here was done.

"I want... I want to stay."

You struggle to say it, as if some weak remnant of your old self buried deep within is still fighting. But this last week, a week of building your cravings up to their highest level, it was the nail in the coffin of affirming what you truly were. Nothing more than a set of holes for men to use as they please.

"Good choice." Darius flips a lighter and sets your old vault suit ablaze before tossing it into a trash can.

You watch as the embers rise and the symbol of your old life disappears to ashes.

"Now it's time for you to be welcomed to the Black Kings properly. But first, your real reward." Darius starts fishing his meaty cock out of his pants as he says this.