Fuck-Bunny Cumface

"It's Fuck-Bunny Cumface!" She shouted.

"YES!... No!"

Fuck-Bunny was happy for a second that she found her name, before realizing that it couldn't be that. No one in the world is named Fuck-Bunny, and it's certain that no Family has the name Cumface! This was awful, even worse than what she feared. She couldn't even think of herself other than Fuck-Bunny, which led, in her memories, to a lot of trouble at school, leading her to drop out of high school in the first year.

"I'm Sandy Sux! But call me mistress..." The woman told Fuck-Bunny.

"Please, miss... tress, don't give me this name, it's bad!"

"Don't be dramatic, we'll have a lot of fun together."

Her mistress, then, leaned to take the chips in the trail and blew on it, before giving them to her.

"Here, a nice kink into big white cocks, it'll be really amusing to see."

"What?! No! This is so racist and demeaning. Stop it, please... mistress!"

Fuck-Bunny couldn't help calling her mistress and couldn't act against her. The woman, or demon, had somehow an authority over her, she couldn't go against. And that devil was using it fully.

"Come on, don't be like that. Why don't you play a bit more of your memories? All those bad memories of being bullied for your name..."

Indeed, the girl didn't want to remember those, but it was all the mistress fault for giving her the name in the first place. It didn't matter anyway, Fuck-Bunny didn't want to say no to her mistress and turned a big chunk of her memories into casino chips.

The woman then left her with a rub on her head and a "good girl" which, weirdly, made her feel better. Alone, she continued to play the slot machine, but only won...