Driving home a point (sub Liz route)

<!--StartFragment-->Liz woke up with a cold chill, a feeling of imminent danger pulling a mental fire alarm.

She saw Tiffany, looking relaxed and well rested. Not a single sign of her night of terror and panic, Jimmy had forgotten to release her from the locked in state before he fell asleep.

After waking up he eventually noticed and told her she had a wonderful sleep and wasn’t even a little bit tired. Then he went off to make coffee and wake up himself.

Tiffany was looking at Liz like a predator looks at prey.

“Did our friendship really mean nothing to you or was it something he did to you that made you like this?” out of all of Liz’s deep existential horror, that was the one thing she truly wanted an answer to.

“Dawww, It can act like people” said Tiffany with no change to her creepy smile and ice cold eyes. “Me and Daddy will have so much fun playing with you. You really do look like that dumb bitch Liz, the only thing that would make this better is if I had a really person to play with instead of you.” Liz began to weep again as tears ran from the corners of her eyes.

“It can cry? That’s awesome, its so much more fun then a blow up doll or something.” Tiffany seemed absolutely giddy.

“Come on Fucktoy, lets go to the kitchen and get the day rolling.” Liz couldn’t even bring herself to hesitate. Tears freely flowing she crawled on all 4s behind Tiffany as she walked down the hall to the kitchen.

Jimmy took Tiffany aside for a few minutes and was rapidly whisper talking well completely ignoring Liz.

She watched him take a dog bowl from the counter and hold it out to Tiffany who put it between her thighs and suddenly released a small flood of cum from her pussy.

4 loads Jimmy put in her last night and she had held tightly within herself.

It landed on top of plain boiled rice.

An equal amount of Tiffany’s arousal wound up on top of the mixture giving it a liquid gruel texture.

The bowl was placed on the floor in front of her.

Jimmy and Tiffany sat at the table well Liz was left kneeling beside it.

The sound of forks and knives clinking and idle talk drifted down to her well she stared, frozen, transfixed with shock.

Revulsion battled with **** hunger. Her stomach tried to empty itself only to find the task already complete.

She thought about biting the cushion last night and wondered how many of the little hairs stuck to the roof of her mouth and back of her throat came from the bed vs all the time with her face in their crotches.

Her face was halfway to the bowl before she realized she had been slowly moving toward it.

He mind was still screaming that it hadn’t made a decision but her body was starved and made the choice on its own.

It was about her humiliation, that was why he was doing it, she wondered briefly if he would prefer to get upset and punish her if she didn’t do it right. It was obvious what he wanted, she could use her hands to help eat it but that would be showing self respect.

He wanted her to shove her face in there and get messy so she gave him exactly what he wanted.

She mashed her nose against the bottom of the bowl and made exaggerated slurps, she turned her face side to side getting the disastrous mess all over her face, in her hair, even chunks of rice and cum on her tits.

The only time she allowed herself to use her hands was to firmly grab the sides of the bowl so she could leave it shiny and clean with huge laps from her tongue getting every grain and drop left in the bowl.

She looked up at him, sure that this enthusiastic display would finally win his approval.

He had gotten up with Tiffany at some point after she had looked away to shove her face in the bowl and went to the living room to cuddle on the couch.

Liz learned many lessons over the next 3 days. The two of them learning how to perfectly manipulate her into thinking and doing whatever they wanted.

Sleep deprivation and a starvation diet are cult recruiting tactics for a reason. Tired and hungry = Stupid and manipulable.

Most of her food was insubstantial and cover in cum and cunt juice.

Tiffany couldn’t understand anything Liz said but Jimmy had her parse the individual words Liz said and react to certain keywords.

If Liz ever said the word “Think” Tiffany would cover Liz’s mouth with one hand well aggressively edging her for 10 minutes constantly repeating “Fucktoy’s don’t think, they only exist to be used” with unbroken eye contact.

If she heard the word “No” she would **** Liz over her knee and give her ten extremely hard spanks repeating “No isn’t in your vocabulary, Fucktoy’s can only say Yes” after each.

The above had the accidental side effect of also being triggered anytime Liz said “Know” as well but Jimmy found it funny so he didn’t correct it.

He watched an almost hour long spanking caused by a feedback loop where Tiffany would end each group of 10 by asking “are you going to do it again?”

If she said “Yes” she was admitting to not learning her lesson, if she said “No” she triggered another group of 10 spanks.

After over 100 spanks and 2 edging sessions cause by Liz trying to explain the Tiffany was misunderstanding her where she made it obvious she was thinking, Jimmy told Tiffany to stop and spread her legs on the couch.

As Jimmy held Liz against himself, she experienced 4 seconds of happiness and feeling loved. Then her face was shoved against Tiffany’s wet pussy and the butt plug was roughly removed from her ass and replaced with a cock after only a brief pause.

Every night he gave her the same offer. Sitting on the edge of his bed looking down at Liz kneeling on her small bed.

“Suck my cock and sleep on the floor fingering yourself to orgasms that prove what a sad disgusting whore you have always been.

Or I fuck Tiffany well you watch and then she sleeps on your bed well we cuddle all night, but you absolutely cannot cum all night. If I catch you, you will spend every night in the abandoned doghouse in the yard.”

Tiffany giggled “the one that gave me Tetris?” she asked, her usual dumb and slutty persona Jimmy had become fond of.

“Tetanus, Cumdump, Tetanus.” Jimmy responded trying not to laugh.

The first night Liz chose the cuddles.

Jimmy laid Tiffany on her back on the bed and lined up his cock with her ever wet cunt. He made Liz mount Tiffany’s face well staring at him.

Tiffany had become practiced in teasing Liz, and well Liz saw the cock of her dreams disappear inside her traitor of a friend over and over again, Her cunt was assaulted by and endless barrage of licks nibbles and sucks.

Forcing herself not to cum for jo reason other then he had told her not to Liz had to watch him fuck Tiffany at a leisurely pace for nearly half an hour.

Every hair on her body was on end as she lay naked with her back held firmly against his front. His cock still half hard was nestled between her ass cheeks and he slowly moved his hands around her body. Ever touch barely a whisper, softly dragging his fingertips along her thighs.

Every night since Liz has picked the floor. Sobbing harder then ever because she actively made the choice to spend her nights ferociously fingering her pussy to orgasm after orgasm, knowing she wasn’t worthy of the love and affection he so freely gave to Tiffany.

She often fell asleep trying not to think about it, after all, Fucktoy’s don’t think, they only care about being used.