The life of a submissive “pet”, which is intended for fucking, comes to natural consequences.

Over the following months, your life finally returns to normal.

Your life is simple and stable.

Dunik solves all important issues for you. And you are grateful to him for that.

All you have to do is be a submissive feminized sissy-slut. Every day, your master’s dick confirms your status by plunging into the depraved holes of your body and filling these holes with streams of sperm. Sometimes your master allows other males to fuck your lustful body. You're just happy about it.

Regular sex in the role of a passive effeminate bitch becomes the main background of your life. Other ways of sexual satisfaction become simply impossible for you. You hardly remember that once everything was different... Once upon a time, your pathetic pseudo-member was not locked in a chastity cage and could experience an erection... Now it seems to you only vague, implausible fantasies.

Day after day, your mind is filled with thoughts of depraved pleasure that absorbs all your sensations at the moment when the head of a man’s dick comes into contact with your hypersensitive bitchy point in the depths of your anus.

You could probably even argue that your sexual “appetite” increases over time. You passionately and impatiently await every new moment of copulation with at least some male.

Of course, the best option for you is if this male is your master Dunik.

But…

The cocks of other males are also quite acceptable and desirable for your sissy holes, thirsty for frantic fucking.

An attentive outside observer might notice that your thinking and even your vocabulary become primitive over time while you live with your master Dunik.

This is logical: after all, you are deprived of the opportunity to take any important actions that require intellectual effort. What are you doing? You are busy satisfying Dunik's needs, sex, satisfying the simplest animal needs.

Your existence as a “favorite pet” is stable.

You have learned to enjoy this life.

Therefore, time began to flow almost imperceptibly for you.

Each subsequent day was similar to the previous one.

So you have been traveling and living near Dunik for a dozen years.

During this time, you managed to almost completely forget about what your life was like before you fell into slavery.

However, the usual course of your **** existence was disrupted.

Your master Dunik was a man of elderly age. Life on the wasteland clearly did not improve his health. There are many risk factors: radioactive contamination, food shortages, poor-quality food and water, infectious diseases, attacks by representatives of local fauna or aggressive residents of local settlements….

Of course, thanks to the purchase of rare medicines, Dunik was able to successfully fight physical ailments for some time. However, in the end, the strength of his body began to decline sharply. Old wounds and new injuries only made the situation worse.

One day your master Dunik died while in his own home and lying in bed.

Due to the fact that Dunik had accumulated quite a lot of wealth and unique things over the years of travel, his house was quickly plundered by local residents. The concept of property is quite elusive. If there is no physical dominion over things due to the **** of the owner... then there will quickly be many strong and active candidates who want to take all the useful things for themselves.

You were one of these “things” that became the property of other persons.

The **** collar that you have long been accustomed to is not just an accessory. This is a symbol and proof of your status.

You are a thing. You are an object of property. And there is no guarantee that your new master will be as kind to you as Dunik...

The leader of one of the local influential gangs took most of the things that belonged to the deceased Dunik. You also became his property.

Your new master was a greedy and power-hungry man. Of course, he sometimes fucked you like a submissive bitch. But most of the time he was interested in intrigue, trade, organizing attacks on competitors and other similar issues.

He put you at the disposal of his gang members. The gang leader's idea was to increase the loyalty of his subordinates. So, you have become a public bitch. Rough sex has become a daily routine for you. These sadistic thugs seemed to really enjoy causing you pain and humiliating you. The traces of this cruelty are reflected on your body and on your mind. Because of fear, you were afraid to say even one extra word. However, even caution and submissiveness did not guarantee anything: regular beatings and regular group sex led to the fact that you began to look like a dirty whore, whose body showed obvious signs of exhaustion due to the most depraved and perverted forms of sex.

Your anus was broken. This is a natural result of frequent group sex. It would be strange to expect anything else when you are being fucked by two giant dicks in your ass at once and when there is a line behind you of dozens of people who want to repeat it right after the moment when your current fuckers finish.

Your throat also felt unwell. You were periodically **** to swallow two big dicks at once...

Obviously, you had no chance to resist.

And one more thing: you didn’t even have thoughts about resistance or escape. Years of submissive existence as a **** have completely broken your weak character.

After a year of your life as a gang bitch, your new master began to use you for more than just the entertainment of his gangster subordinates. You have been **** into prostitution again. The gang leader wanted to regularly make a profit by selling any resident of nearby settlements the opportunity to fuck any of your depraved sissy holes.

As a result, the number of your fuckers has increased significantly. You were fucked by bandits, you were fucked by the inhabitants of this settlement, you were fucked by travelers from other settlements.

The series of male dicks that penetrated your pathetic effeminate body of feminized sissy slut seemed simply endless to you...

You were poorly aware of the passage of time.

One thing is clear: years of such a life have passed.

Your mind has degraded to a state close to that of an animal.

Your body has become less sexually attractive due to ****, injury, and illness.

Your cruel and greedy master was not happy with the decrease in profits from the sale of your body. However, his greed did not allow him to think about the need to improve the conditions of your detention or about buying medicine for your treatment.

The result was predictable: after another mass orgy, during which you were roughly fucked and during which your body was subjected to sadistic ****, your body felt a sharp deterioration in its condition. Pain in the chest, head, and kidneys.

You lay exhausted in a puddle of sperm, not having the strength to get to your feet.

Bandits passed by your pathetic body and only mocked you. To each of them, you were something between a thing and a stupid, submissive animal.

Nobody helped you.

And you couldn't help yourself.

You did not have enough strength, knowledge, or will.

You are used to having someone else make decisions for you.

Your master.

But now your new master didn't care about you at all. He believed that you were a tool whose usefulness had been exhausted. And unusable tools are thrown into a landfill.

So, your life was interrupted in the most shameful way.

Extensive internal hemorrhage.

Heart failure.

Your corpse lay in the dirt for a couple of hours until the gang leader ordered his subordinates to throw the stinking carrion out of the building.

The corpse of the one called Jerome Ortley lay for a long time in a pile of garbage on the outskirts of the settlement, until small scavenger animals gnawed all the meat from the bones.