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<!--StartFragment-->Liz was curled up on her side.

Everything hurt.

She had stopped crying just from the exhaustion. The sobbing caused too much movement, Tiffany beat her for hours after her jaw stopped moving.

She tried to speak, tried to scream and beg but Tiffany had no empathy, not a shred of mercy.

Then that gorgeous man she had wanted for years had looked her in the eyes and told her she was a broken thing with no value.

Those disgusting words her uncle had said so many times.

She had never cum harder in her life.

It was like a matchstick compared to a wildfire.

There was a consensus, her family thought she was a dumb slut.

Her friends thought she was a dumb slut.

All the guys she had dated were with guys who thought she was a dumb slut.

But the waves of pleasure still echoing through her pussy from just his fingers.

Maybe this was where she belonged.

Tiffany was passed out 5 feet away. Body still twitching from a seemingly endless barrage of orgasms that Liz had given her. Her jaw ached at the thought.

Neither of them really managed to sleep but both of their brains found different ways to shut off for desperately required rest.

2 hours later Jimmy arrived home with multiple bags.

He loudly ordered them both to kneel.

Tiffany responded quickly, Liz took significantly longer to get ahold of herself enough to comply.

He was holding out 2 collars towards them.

Pink leather with rhinestones.

They each took one with shaking hands.

Tiffany’s said “Cum Dump”.

Liz got “Fucktoy”.

She stared at it. Feeling waves of pleasure and disgust in equal measure.

Tiffany quickly put hers on with a smile, “Thank you Daddy” she said in a voice dripping with lust.

Liz knew what this meant. What putting on a collar would symbolize.

She was his pet.

She put it on.

“thank you Daddy”

She finally found a home.