Epiphany

Become Franks submissive **** – target 196 – roll 121 (49 + 72) – target failed – current subliminal score 72

[Due to the **** and subliminals that she was exposed to the prior day, a part of her found it very hot to be just thrown away like an unwanted thing, something less then human. After a cold night with an aching pussy she began to realize that she has to ensure franks happiness and pleasure not focus on her own] – not a target roll, an indicator of story progression.

How the fuck did this go so wrong? 4 hours ago her worst fear was that Frank was going to pin her down and **** her.

Now, shivering and wet on the front porch the unbearable feeling of emptiness in her throbbing pussy made her face the uncomfortable truth…

She wished he had.

[Frank didn’t get to feel good so you didn’t get to feel good. Next time you see him you need to get right to pleasing him. Ask permission to touch his cock.] – Target 100 – roll 151 (79 + 72) – target achieved – subliminal strength 75

Why did she resist so hard? Every touch felt like fire, every time she had given in and surrendered it had felt better. Her tits? She offered her tits? What the fuck was she thinking. All she had to do was lean back, let him use that big thick cock to pound her hard and de…

She slapped the back of her right hand as she pulled it away from her hungry snatch. She didn’t even realize she had started masturbating until it was almost to late.

Liz stared at the road and had just enough time to be thankful the soft yellow glow of the streetlights didn’t reach very deep in the yard when bright halogen lights turned on making the entire porch glow.

To add insult she heard the porn crank up to maximum again as some lucky slut came her brains out.

Now that the porch wasn’t bathed in shadows she could see the only other thing out here other then her was a pile of 12 garbage bags.

It hit her what exactly Frank had done with her. He would drag the bag down the hall, open the door and toss the bag, everything down to the motion of his arm was the same as when he threw her out.

Thrown out like the trash.

WHY DID THAT MAKE HER SOOOO WET!

She wasn’t trash. She was a person. Right?

Did people get this turned on from being treated like trash?

The bags didn’t seem very smelly, maybe she could at least use one as a pillow or something. She started to reach for one but recoiled like she was hit with an electric shock.

This was Franks garbage, not hers. She wasn’t worthy of using it without his permission.

She wept again. Exposed, cold and desperately horny Liz eventually found fitful sleep.

Her dreams were all over the place and more then once she woke up to find herself shamelessly fingering herself under a literal spotlight.

Frank standing 10 feet tall dragging her by the hair down the hallway again, it seemed to stretch on infinitely. Every pull and jostle ran through her entire body, her pussy gushed and dripped with every step leaving a slime trail in her wake. Just like a trash bag with a bit to much liquid in it.

This time when he threw her out the door instead of the porch there was a landfill.

Dragging her mothers catatonic body behind her in a little red wagon.

Whoring herself on the side of the road for loose change so she could eat

Looking at Frank with a new family well she was dirty cold and alone, her only companion the ever present need in her cunt.

She was startled awake by the heavy thud of the lock opening. Irritated to find her traitorous hand back on her pussy she pulled it away and scrambled to get on her knees in front of the door

Frank opened the door and stared down at her. She was shaking and covered in a light sheen of sweat.

“I’m so sorry for last night” said Liz, eyes burning a hole in his crotch. “let me make it up to you, may I please touch your cock.” The words seemed to fall from her mouth unprompted, she wasn’t sure what she was going to say but as she spoke, every word felt right.

After a few seconds she was shocked by an open hand slap to the cheek from Frank that nearly knocked her over.

She looked back up with tears welling in her eyes to see Frank sneering down at her. “Try that again, this time do it right!” he barked.

Liz panicked for a second before she just surrendered to the madness and let instincts she didn’t even know she had take over.

With a last deep breath Liz put her hands on the thighs of his gray sweatpants, feeling several crusty patches. Staring down her last chance to turn back with any scrap of dignity, she leaned in and kissed his cock through his pants.

Nuzzling her cheek against his inner thigh and moving her nose and mouth back and forth against his rock hard cock.

“I’m soooooooo sowwy. Pweas let me make it up to you. May I touch your… hard throbbing cock…” silence hung in the air for a second before she hastily added, “sir”

Frank slipped his thumbs into his waistband and pulled them down far enough for his cock to pop free, coming to a rest on Liz’s face.

The source of his potent musk being point blank in her face was too much and she felt her brain melt.

Frank reached back through the doorframe and bringing out a can of cold beer. Condensation on the can dripped against the back of her neck, rolled along her spine and ran between her asscheeks and touching her boiling cunt.

The temperature shock made her entire body jolt but she never broke eye contact with that huge cock. Nine inches long and as her fingers tentatively closed around the base she realized it almost didn’t fit.

“you best be planning more then just touching it, bitch.” Frank said. Inside he was celebrating the amazing progress.

Liz moved her hand slowly, gently stroking the base of his cock well she looked at it with reverence. Her lips parted and a small line of drool shone on her lip and chin as she leaned in and giving Frank a long slow lick from base to tip.

It tasted worse then she expected and she did not care. Parting her lips further she took the tip in her mouth. She heard the beer crack and more cold water dripped against her back.

This was not her area of expertise but in the last month she had seen a LOT of videos of women straight porno slurping on cocks, so she had a pretty good idea what mas…. FRANK! Was expecting.

Did she just almost call him master! NO, NOPE! ABSOLUTELY FUCKING NOT! Sir was bad enough.

Stop, don’t think about it just focus on his cock, maybe it will let you ignore your pussy for a minute.

“You got a spare hand, start rubbing your cunt, in fact, whenever your sucking my dick I want you to edge yourself.”

She really needs to stop having, it could

be worse, type thoughts.

As her fingers began to strum her clit her already poor rhythm got sloppier, and she began to moan, vibrating her lips and throat. She couldn’t go very deep but she was slobbering all over the first few inches.

Every time she tried to go past 3 inches she would gag and sputter.

She wiggled her ass which she had completely forgotten was facing the road.

Her heart leapt to her throat when frank raised his hand in a wave and hollered “hey dave, good morning!” the little jump cause her to go 4 inches deep before almost puking and pulling herself off his dick.

Looking behind herself she saw an empty road with no one in sight. Her relief lasted just as long as it took frank to grab her by the hair and, after another rough slap, returned her mouth to his cock.

“I sure don’t remember saying you could stop” said Frank that cold tone creeping back in. “just for that, you wont be cumming today. Ill give you another chance tomorrow. Unless you mess up again, then you can try again next week”

Using the grip on her hair with his fist against the back of her head he stopped letting her set the pace, with hard thrusts he bottomed out in her throat, paying no heed (and in fact, enjoying immensely) the sounds of discomfort she made.

The entire time Liz’s fingers never stopped, being her own torturer allowed Frank to truly relax and enjoy his long fantasized sloppy throatfucking.

As his breathing quickened he pulled her head back ripping his dick from her throat with a spray of warm saliva the tip of his cock exploded with half a dozen thick ropes of cum splattering her face

Gasping for breath, Liz’s had never felt more used and humiliated.

God it turned her on