Bleak for you. But misery loves company

It’s been several days since you remembered who you are. It doesn’t matter since your body won’t listen and currently you are being ass fucked by Mark and your mouth is being pumped by Stacy’s fat strap on. Both of them are slapping you, spitting on you, and calling you all sorts of names. You reply in a haze as you get pounded, knowing this is your lot in life forever. Finally Mark finishes in your ass and says,

“Stacy. Lick the cum out of her asshole”. Stacy looks at Mark and says,

“No. I won’t be doing that” as she stuffs her strap on all the way down your throat cutting off your air. “I’m not some programmed fuck doll like this slut Mark”.

Mark walks around your bent over body and nudges up close to Stacy who is still thoroughly fucking your face. You can see him rub her nipples with one hand while the other begins working her clit he whispers, “i bet you are wondering what that training looked like though huh? Curious what tricks he used to program her so thoroughly. How many orgasms she must of had to break her like this? How about we play a game. I’ve spoken to Angelo about it and there’s a way to undo the programming. Think of it like a kill switch. What if you go to Angelo for a weekend. See what it’s like, and when you return to me I use the kill switch and you tell me how he did it, so we can train our own personal haram of whores?”

Stacy doesn’t look totally convinced but the idea seems to excite her as she slows her pace on your throat, “hm. And how do i know you’d use the kill switch?”

Mark smiles at her as his hand on her clit speeds up, “you’d have to trust me baby. But given how much we have already done together, I would like to keep you with your independence. I just want to know how Angelo has been training whores like her,” he gestures at you as he slaps your ass.

Stacy moans as she cums.