Leave what's left of her on the street

Your cock is deep in Natalie's tight asshole. Her green dress is now just a mess of fabric gathered around her waist. You thrust and thrust, harder and harder. You wonder what's the roughest she's ever taken it in the ass. Probably a lot worse than you're giving it to her right now. Hell, there's probably nothing you can do that can compare to the shit she's been through.

But at least this time she's not getting anything out of it... she's finally learning something valuable. That she can and should give herself up to a man and get nothing in return.

Your hand reaches around her to her small, exposed breasts, grabs one and squeezes hard.

"Fuck!" Natalie whispers.

"Do men take your ass or your cunt more?" It's amazing how being in complete control of a situation emboldens you.

"I don't... I don't know..." Natalie is panting hard and her brain is likely in no condition to answer.

"Too much to count I guess." You smile as you slide your hand down onto her tight stomach. There's not an inch of fat on her. "Do you keep in shape to keep yourself tight and petite so men don't know just how much you've been used?" She doesn't answer, so you grab a handful of sweaty long hair and tug hard.

"No..." she hisses. "Everyone in town knows."

And despite the fact that your cock is currently plugging Natalie's ass and your hot body is thrusting into hers frantically, you decide that that answer isn't sufficiently slutty. You pull her hair even harder. "Bullshit."

"It's true" Natalie almost whimpers

"Then tell it to me like the slut you are!" You pull your hand back as if you're going to slap her. She doesn't flinch. Damn, the things she must be used to.

Her face turns back and her piercing eyes look at you. "Everyone in town knows that my asshole is available and my cunt is all used up."

And the reality of the situation becomes clear to you. There's no way you're going to be able to do anything to fuck up Natalie any more than she's already fucked up. You're going to need help. As you pull your cock out of her, spin her around and hurl her to the ground, the idea begins to percolate in your brain. As your jizz sprays from your member onto her face, you're sure it's the right idea.

You take a step back and look at your handiwork. "Stay" you say to her, as if you're commanding a dog. Then you add. "Stay all night. Starting now, if anyone comes up and asks you what's going on, or asks if you need help, you're going to beg them to us you hard. Understand?"

You see her mind process the order and then she gives her answer. "Please... fuck me until I cry."

Perfect.

You leave her there all night.

But back home you can't sleep. You wonder what's happening to her. Anything at all? You should have stayed. You should have stayed and watched. Sitting here in your bed, your cock hard, replaying the events of the day, what can you do?

Then again, maybe there's something you can do. You snap your fingers. Will that work, you wonder. Does she need to hear the snap or will it work anywhere? You snap them again. Then again, then again, then again. If it's working then you're jolting Natalie in and out of her trance as, god knows what is happening to her. Back to reality just quick enough to realize what's happening to her and then back into obedience.

Damn, you wonder. What might that do to a person's brain?

The next day, you can't wait to go back and visit her at her spot again and see what's happened.