The Final Countdown

The morning after Day 3, you could barely move.

Dorothy found you still lying in the grass, a broken, cum-covered mess. Nine dogs had used you for nearly twelve straight hours. Your voice was gone. Your holes were raw and gaping. The metal chastity cage was crusted with dried cum and fresh leaks. The brands on your body were dirty and inflamed.

She clipped the leash to your collar and gently tugged.

“Crawl inside, Slutcunt. Your goodbye is over.”

You could only manage slow, pathetic crawling — body trembling, cum still leaking down your thighs with every movement. Dorothy didn’t hose you down. She wanted you to carry the evidence of your three days back into the house.

Once inside, she brought you to the bathroom.

She washed you herself — slowly, almost lovingly — cleaning the layers of dog cum from your skin, your hair, your face. She carefully cleaned around your fresh piercings and brands, then locked you in a new, even tighter pink steel chastity cage with a built-in urethral plug.

After the bath, she carried you to her bed.

For the next six days before the flight, Dorothy focused entirely on mental breaking.

She kept you in a constant state of denial and overstimulation:

Every morning she woke you by sitting on your face and making you drink her piss.

She fucked you for hours while forcing you to repeat mantras about your future in Dominara.

She made you watch videos she had secretly recorded of you being used by the dogs and her friends on repeat while she edged your caged clitty.

She invited different futanari friends over every night to use you while she watched and directed.

On the final night before departure, Dorothy dressed you in nothing but the pink collar, cage, and a sheer white babydoll.

She sat you on her lap facing the mirror, her thick cock buried deep inside you as she slowly rocked her hips.

“Look at yourself,” she whispered, holding your chin so you couldn’t look away.

Your reflection was devastating: branded, pierced, broken, eyes empty.

“Tomorrow we fly to Dominara,” she said softly, kissing your neck. “Once we land… your old life ends completely. You will be registered as my legal property. My personal breeding bitch.”

She thrust up harder, making you whimper.

“Are you ready to find out why I’m really taking you there, Slutcunt?”

She smiled against your ear.

“Or do you want to stay ignorant until the moment it happens?”