Dwayne

There was the friendly face that had greeted her as she arrived at work every day for almost two years. It still looked friendly. But the things it said were sinister.

“We gotta work on your stamina but you did a good job for your first go.”

Kelly’s body felt miserable. As sore and broken down as she’d ever felt. She could barely speak. “I... have to go home now”

“You are home.” Dwayne said.

Kelly surveyed herself and her surroundings. She was in a basement. A nice basement, but a basement none-the-less. She was still naked except for a thick collar around her neck. She was sure she hadn’t had anyone remove her makeup last night and her face, which felt tight from dried, crusty cum, was probably a terrible mess.

“No... home” she said weakly.

“Yeah.” Dwayne smirked. “This is your home. You weren’t a rental. I fuckin’ bought you. You were a birthday present.”

Kelly began to feel alarm bells go off in her mind and anxiety grip her body. “You don’t understand.” She whispered. “I’m the only one who can take care of my dad.”

“You don’t understand” Dwayne snipped. “Who do you think I bought you from?”

Kelly would have been more alarmed by that if she even slightly believed it to be true. But she knew it wasn’t. But this meant the only explanation of what was happening to her was ‘kidnapped.’ Which wasn’t great.

She gave Dwayne a puzzled look. He only responded with a kind face. “Hey, it’s ok” he caressed her cheek. “It’ll take some time to get used to it. The truth is, a girl like you, your fate has always been to be a cock sleeve. It’s unavoidable.”

Kelly felt herself about to cry. “Why... why me? I’m not sultry and sexy. I’m not a naughty girl.”

“Exactly” Dwayne said “You’re going to be a project me and my son can work on together. Because you’re not sultry or naughty. Although you’re sexier than you give yourself credit for. Although we gotta get some curves on you girl.” Dwayne held up a candy bar. Kelly was so hungry she lunged for it. “Give it some love first.”

Kelly knew it was humiliating but she didn’t even think to resist. She gave the candy bar a long lick then wrapped her lips around it and pushed them down onto it, like she was servicing it.

“Very good” Dwayne said, and let go. As Kelly munched on it, he held up a glass of white liquid that could have been milk, but Kelly knew better. “Wash it down?”

Again, Kelly had every reason to hesitate, but no instinct to resist. She grabbed the glass and chugged the semen.

She could deal with this now, she thought, because she knew it would pass. This wasn’t what her life had become.

She was wrong.