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“Petal, I've heard you've been very mean to a girl lately.”

“Wha— no Owner, I'd never!”

“Don't you dare lie to me, I saw what you said about her and to her. You're going to apologise and she's gonna do whatever she says you have to in order to make it up to her, provided it doesn't break my rules. Now, Petal, I'm going to let her in and you're going to apologise.”

“Y-yes Owner,” I stammer

She opens the door to let the girl in.

“You,” she snaps. “You've got some apologising and some begging for forgiveness to do. Get on your knees right now.”

I hesitate.

“Do what she says Petal, now.”

“Yes Miss…”

“No, you take orders from her now, and you will call her whatever she wishes to be called by, and I'll leave now to let her do as she pleases.”

Owner walks out and closes the door to my room.

“Mistress will do just fine,” she says while looking at me.

I hold my breath before accepting what's happening and saying, “Yes, Mistress.”

I drop to my knees.

“Good,” she says to me, before immediately taking a swing at me. She clocks me right in the eye. “It's quite pathetic how blindly you follow orders from her. You'll be doing the same for me, or else I'll be seeing you again after telling her you didn't apologise fully.”

“Yes Mistress,” I reply again.

“Now beg for forgiveness, mutt.”

I immediately start talking, fast and uncoordinated. “Please I'm sorry for everything I said I didn't mean it I was just angry I—”

She kicks me straight in the chest and I fall back to the floor.

“Don't you fucking lie to me, whore. I said beg, not make up an excuse. Now beg, again. Do it right this time.”

“Yes Mistress, I'm sorry Mistress. Please, please, please forgive me, Mistress, I'm very very very sorry for what I did please forgive me please I know I don't deserve it but please forgive me I truly am sorry.”

“Good mutt, you can at least follow orders the second time around… good enough for a stupid fucking dog.”

“In the bed, now.”

“Wh—” I cut myself off before finishing, “Yes Mistress.”

I go to the bed and sit down on the edge of it, it's hard to sit right because it's just a little too close to the floor but I make do

“Lay on your back,” she commands

“Yes, Mistress,” I reply with a little bit of fear in my voice, which I think she noticed based on her smirk right now.

“This is where the real ‘forgiveness’ begins.”

As soon as she finishes her sentence she rips off my top and my panties, leaving me in just my skirt.

I immediately begin begging.

“No no no no no Mistress please no don't do this to me”

She leans over, looks me in the eyes, smirks and then immediately punches my face.

“Shut up, whore. You've been causing me a lot of stress and lots of problems with every lie you've said about me. It's only just that you relieve that stress.”

On the verge of tears, understanding what she's about to do to me, I say "Yes Mistress" and accept my fate.

“Good dog…” she says quietly before lifting my ankles over her shoulders.

“What a revealing position you're in, little pup. Would be a shame if someone took advantage of you like this.”

Softly crying at this point, holding back the worst of my tears I say "It sure would be"

She pulls down her pants revealing some very tight underwear hugging her sizable cock, clearly very hard and very much about to go inside of me.

“Please” I try to plead to her, she spits onto my face and tells me to shut up.

She pulls off her underwear revealing a very impressive cock and says nothing as she lubes herself up quickly and puts herself into my ass twice as fast. I don't even know where she got the lube, I guess she really thought this through before coming here. Maybe even my owner helped her? I let out a sharp moan in a mixture of pain and a little bit of pleasure. I shut up and don't tell her to stop no matter how much I'm repeating it in my head.

She starts at a pretty fast pace already and I can barely handle the stimulation, begging her to stop and telling her no in my head. I'm cut off from my train of thought after the second round of begging when she starts talking to me.

“What a tight mutt you are, it's a shame you're such a degenerate, if you had one redeeming quality beyond your holes I'd consider keeping you around, but you don't because you're a stupid worthless mutt who can't keep her mouth shut. You might be nice and tight for me but the only reason you're even worth fucking is payback for all the trouble you've caused. You're a real piece of shit you know that? You said a lot of fucked up hateful things about me. I never really liked you but I didn't exactly hate you, not until you started all this shit. The only reason I'm not fucking you and killing you after is because your owner would kill me. Though I wish I could.”

Fuck why is her being so mean so ... hot? I don't want her in me... but why... why am I suddenly feeling a fucked up sort of attraction to her.

My thought is interrupted by her picking up the pace and fucking me even faster, as much as I hate what she's doing I can't help my body from moaning non-stop as she fucks me.

“Oh fuck, Mistress! No no oh fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck!!!!! Mistress... Oh please Mistress please... n..no …”

She grins seeing me so overwhelmed and takes a hand and lowers it down to my already very hard cock and starts to jerk me off.

“No what, mutt? Are you really going to disobey your Owner and myself?”

God why is she so attractive all of a sudden... I need her out of me but every time she talks I can't help but think I'm falling in love with her, my rapist. She's doing so much to me that I can barely focus anymore... My cock feels so fucking hard in her hand and I feel her bottoming out in my ass...

Between moans, I try and eke out a sentence.

“No... but— I can beg. For you to— stop…”

“I'd never listen to an animal like you but you're welcome to share your begging with me, I'll be sure to enjoy how much you hate this. “

That smirk again.

Fuck why is she enjoying knowing I don't want this and that she's raping me so fucking hot!!!! If it were anyone else I'd be moaning in joy begging them to not stop but I just want her out of me!!!

I burst out finally “Please please stop please stop I don't want this... please Mistress... why!? Please please please please please don't do this to me anymore. Please stop no no no no why, why are you doing this to me? Please stop.”

She just speeds up her pace, fucking my ass and filling it up as much as she can as fast as she can I can't even form words and I'm just sobbing in tears while she's stroking my dick and getting ready to cum in me.

“You deserve this she says, you deserve every tear you worthless fuck. Fuck you.” She says as she finishes in me, as I feel her cum pouring into the deepest parts of my ass, I cum in her hand.

“You pathetic whore, you actually liked being fucking raped by me?” She exclaims in disgust before ripping me off the bed and throwing me onto the floor with her clean hand.

“No! I hate you!” I say through my tears, remembering every thought I had about just how hot she was when doing it.

“Then why is your cum, and quite a lot of it, all over my hand?” She says before shaking it off onto my mostly naked body and wiping her hands off using my hair as a towel. Fuck she's so much hotter when she's upset. She speaks again, “Oh and for that little "I hate you" comment, I'll be sure to tell your owner we'll need a second round of “apologising.”

“No, please… I'm sorry”

“Shut up mutt, it's done, now answer my question.”

“I don't know,” I say looking up at her from the floor, terrified to move a muscle. I feel my dick going soft finally while her cum slowly flows out of my asshole onto the floor.

“Bad answer mutt,” she kicks me right in the stomach as hard as she can.

“I don't fucking know” I scream at her.

She starts kicking me repeatedly, in the stomach, the back, and especially hard in the head demanding me to tell her why I came, as if I had a choice. She almost seems offended by the fact it happened.

After one too many kicks, I decided to tell her about what I felt. The room is spinning and I can barely feel most of my body.

“Okay okay! I thought it was really fucking hot how mean you were to me and especially how you didn't care how I begged you to stop ... I didn't like you doing it but I liked the idea!!! It was really really hot, being raped... I just wish it wasn't by you. I guess my body didn't care as much as my mind…”

“You're a fucking disgusting pervert you know that? She kicks me again and I curl up on my side in pain after finally being given a break. She sees my dick as my skirt shifts, it's hard again, I don't even notice until she tells me.

“Oh my fucking God don't tell me you actually liked being kicked too.”

“Not! By! You! “

“Your Owner won't see it that way. She'll see her little petal is loving her new Mistress, even if you say you hate me. Even if you tell her you hate it, she won't trust your fucked up little mind, now will she?”

She looks so devious right now as if she's planning something extra awful for me, which I'm sure she is.

“I mean either way, you can pretend you don't like it, but you still let it happen, which means you either really did love every moment, or you're truly more pathetic than I thought, because if that's not true then you've just let a woman who hates you so much, who you hate so much that you aren't even on speaking terms with, rape and cum in your ass because your Owner ordered you to. Which means no matter what, I could tell her all about how much you loved it and how I had such a change of heart after seeing you apologise that I just want to come to visit you whenever I feel stressed. I don't even need to tell her we need another round or that you lashed out. Though when I do come back, it won't be for your pleasure, you said it yourself, you hate me, almost as much as I hate you. I get off, you suffer, but your whoreish body gets off which gives me a free pass from your owner to violate you whenever I fucking please. All you had to do was not be a cruel bitch to me and you wouldn't have just become my stupid little rapetoy. You did this to yourself. Do you understand? You're now my bitch and I get to control just how much misery you feel every day. Serves a dumb perverted dog like you right. I’m so glad you're such a slut, otherwise, I wouldn't get a free pass to torment you or get off either, that's pretty nice. I'll be seeing you again soon, useless mutt.”

She pulls me up by my hair as part of one final gesture punches me in the face as hard as possible and spits on my face before turning around for the door.

She leaves me bruised and mostly naked as she walks out of the bedroom to talk with my owner. I hear them talking and my owner sounds very happy, I think she just told her what happened, her version of it anyway. She's right, Owner will never believe me. I am her new rapetoy, and she just got a lot more freedom with me.

I start crying as I hear them talking and talking in the next room over, knowing I am going to have to experience so much more of that. I should have just shut up and not said anything about her.

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There's a knocking on the door to my room, I hear my owner calling my name while I'm in bed, crying of course. Lamenting over the fact I've never had a mother figure, sure owner is a very strong authoritative feminine presence, but she's still cold at times and her love is most certainly conditional. I sit up on the edge of my bed and before I can do anything more I hear the doorknob twisting and in unison with it I hear her

"Petal, I'm coming in dear."

She speaks softly as she comes slowly through my room to my bed, kneeling down at the edge of the bed with me, she grabs my chin and tilts it up to look her in the eyes. While wiping a tear away she says

"I brought your new friend to cheer you up, dear"

I expected to be stricken with fear upon hearing that but no. It was more of a mild anxiety. Did I really think she could be dealt or reasoned with? Either way, I'm about to find out I suppose...

"Mistress..." I wish I was allowed to use her real name... She wanders into the room and sees me in bed with a still tear stained face

"If you'll excuse us, I'd quite like to take care of her now" She says with a sliver of feigned concern in her voice to my owner.

"Very well, just let me know when you're finished up together"

Owner walks out of the room and closes the door behind her.

"little miss rapemeat... long time no see, I've been thinking about this a lot you know ..."

I swallow anxiously, just loud enough to be barely audible and she laughs

"Look at this anxious mutt, are you all pathetic and worked up because of me?"

"Yes... I'm terrified of you and what you'll do to me .."

"I couldn't possibly understand why that might be, you should trust me. I'm only giving you what you want most deep down... even if you don't yet understand it."

There it is. That same feeling of 'why is this not scaring me more?' Her words are perverse and pervasive but they feel at home in my mind despite never having offered them such a warm welcome. There is a war in my mind and the outcome seems certain but I have to fight it. (She can't... win. I hate her I fucking hate her I hate her so fucking much!!!!)

....don't I?

Let's see what we can do with those tears dear...

The waterworks have clearly started again, almost as soon as she spoke to be precise. Tears are streaming down my face as I'm lost in thought, spaced out trying to figure out what it all means. 'Click,' I turn to her and see her with a small pocket knife in her hand, she grabs my hair with her free hand and cuts my cheeks below my eyes so my salty tears trickle in and sting. It was just happening and then it was over, resistance wasn't even contemplated until it was over, and even then the thought was fleeting at best. I look up to her as she pulls the knife away from my face, still holding my hair. I feel something of an impulsive thought though I'm not sure what, it vanishes near immediately.

"What are you doing mutt?" she asks, sounding pretty upset, and a little excited.

"What do you mean?" I ask, puzzled

She gestures to look down, I look at the arm with the knife in it. I'm grabbing her arm. Preventing her from pulling away.

"I didn't do th—"

"Someone clearly wants more doesn't it?"

My mind freezes, time along with it. I guess I fuckin do want more don't I, because there is no way in hell anything else comes out of doing that. Her every word is a poison. Corrupting me, I'm losing sight of reality and truth with every word, every movement. I cry harder and don't even respond to her. I feel her let go of my hair and take my arm into one hand. I don't even want to stop her, not that I think I could. I feel a cold sensation on my wrist before it starts spreading, I look down and see she's started cutting my wrists, there's no order, no direction, she's cutting for the sake of cutting, hacking away would be more apt if it didn't make her sound like a lumberjack. I'm not even upset, I'm finding myself wishing she doesn't waste my blood instead. As if on cue;

"Don't worry love, I won't waste a drop." She says almost seductively, before licking the length of the cut up my arm taking all the blood in her mouth before quickly dropping my arm. She grabs the back of my head by using the have still gripping my hair, she wraps it over her fist to pull the back of my head down and to tilt my face up. Without a moment lost, begins forcefully making out with me, spreading my blood into my mouth and onto my face, before spitting on me and pulling away. The word 'resistance' doesn't even have meaning. She's done something to me and I don't even think I want her to undo it. I know I don't... Her hurt... feels so fucking good.

As she pulls away I barely make out the word "more..." before I'm left unable to say anything else.

"Look at you learning your place... So good, even asking for more than I gave you..." she says with a half baked doting motherly tone in her voice before she abruptly stops. I'm immediately thrown to the floor and I feel her start kicking me in the head, I immediately curl up and try protecting the back of my head, to no avail.

"Stupid. Fucking. Dog. You take what I give you because its what you deserve and you say thank you Mistress, you don't fucking beg for more. Do you understand, mutt?"

"Yes" I struggle to get past my lips, the room is really really spinning and I'm pretty sure I'm just violently sobbing, she stops after a bit.

"Yes who?"

"Yes Mistress thank you Mistress" I choke out, through the tears.

Hmmm. She seems to think to herself

No. You will call me Goddess and you will Worship me every second I'm not spent here with you, okay?

"Yes Goddess."

"Get back up on t—"

Before she even finishes I pick myself up, slowly as the room is still spinning, and place myself on the bed. There's a little voice in the back of my mind speaking to me as I move

"I belong here, I belong serving, her I belong underneath her, in both ways. Subservience to her is a pleasure." it says to me

I wish I believed it instead of just hearing it... I know I don't believe it because all I can think about in my own voice is "why why why why why why why please don't fucking do this to me again." Does she actually have some mindfuckey god powers? Is Goddess actually a legitimate title? Does she have divine power? If she does I should feel honored she's wasting it on me...

"What a good dog you are... Will you bark for me while I rape you pup?" she asks mockingly

Wruff ! Wruff Wruff !!

I didn’t even know I could bark…

“Such a pathetic mutt.” She begins to remove my already very revealing clothes, being a sniveling sobbing mess and overly clothed doesn’t exactly mix well…

Laid bare before her, she looks down at me, licking her fucking lips like a predator of some kind. If I’m to be prey at least she’s the one… No! I feel myself trying and failing at stopping my thoughts from not just not demonising her but from romanticising her, though I fail as soon as I feel her enter me

“Mmmmph… still very tight, good. You’re not fucking anyone else, that would be a problem, with you being my personal property and all.” She pauses her words to focus on forcing her way deeper in me. I can’t tell whats worse, her words forcing their way into my brain or. This.

“God, I’m just loving this version of you, so quiet and non-combative. I’m glad you’ve learned your place as my personal fucktoy, and toys don’t fight back when their owners play with them now do they?”

“N-no… I suppose they don’t…”

“They also don’t fucking talk.” She spits on me and tightens her grip on my body, digging her fingernails in extra deep.

“Just stay still and let me finish, doll. Dolls are perfectly still, aren’t they?"

I won’t move, I won’t breathe, I won’t even think about moving. (Why am I so obedient? Am I sick? What is wrong with me? Why do I want her to-) Shhhh. Dolls don’t question those they serve. To serve is pleasure and pleasure is to serve. To serve is pleasure and pleasure is to serve.

“You’re doing so well following commands, you’re so still and lifeless you feel like a corpse… An exceptionally warm one though.” She loosens her grip slightly but increases her pace.

I just need to get through this I just need to get through this. To serve is pleasure and pleasure is to serve. To serve is pleasure and pleasure is to serve. Can’t forget that very important bit now can I? To serve is pleasure and pleasure is to serve. She… she feels kind of good… I still don’t want this but, damn, does she feel good inside me. (No she doesn’t, no I don’t want this, please. Have I lost all sense of sanity? Please. Stop. Make it stop.) Shhh…. To serve is pleasure and pleasure is to serve. I'm her perfect fuckable little corpse... How could it get any better... Maybe if she.. came in me... Oh no... I just want her to cum...

"M ... miss... c-can you cum .. on me .."

"Stupid fucking mutt. You don't get to make requests." She stops before digging into the flesh of my shoulders with her nails and then pulls me onto her cock at once, suddenly forcing her entire very well endowed length into me, before continuing in the grittiest most restrained voice of rage I've ever heard a woman speak to me in.

"The gift of independent thought, free will, and bodily autonomy given to you was an evolutionary anomaly, a cosmic waste. I am righting an error in Gods handiwork and you will be returned to your natural state. Now shut up and stop acting like you have a right to any of these blessings. You are property at best and you'll be marked as such since no one else in this life can seem to understand your place. Now, you are going to shut up and be still until I finish, and I will decide where and when I cum."

She sounds pissed beyond belief. She doesn't even ask for acknowledgement before she goes back... fuck she feels so good ... she's always stretching me out ... breaking me in like a new pair of... fuck ... I I I can can't take this she's so fucking good in me (what am i thinki—) shut up shut up shut up let me focus on her.. her...... her cock ripping apart my insides.. she's so fucking good oh fuck!!!! I can't tell if I'm . gonna.. fuck! fucking cry o-or cum ..

"Mmmmmh.... good girl." I hear her say just as I feel an extra tight warm throbbing feeling in my ass... Being her cum dumpster feels so ... good ...

"Thank you Miss thank you thank you thank you" I keep pleading, while looking up into her eyes as if starstruck.

"Wow, that really seemed to change your attitude quick didn't it? You're welcome you pathetic fucking whore."

She pulls out of me and grabs the nearest loose bit of bedding she can to wipe herself down before throwing it onto my body.

"I hope you learn to be as complacent next time as you were tonight. I'll go get your owner to come and... Do whatever she does to you when I'm done. See you next time I need to get my rocks off on a sobbing puppy who can't consent."

She turns for the door

"Wait wait wait!!!" I blurt out frantically