“Do you understand what you are now?” The man who’d picked her up from the bar asked.

“Yes, sir,” she said.

“Take off your clothes and tell me what you are.”

She striped off her clothes and threw them into the trash bin. “I am a toy for you to fuck as you choose, anytime you choose, as rough and brutal as you choose. I am yours. An object to please you until you are done with me.”

“Very good, slut. Now bend over.”

She did as she was told, trembling with anticipation. A jolt shot through her tiny bod as she felt his spit land on her tight asshole. The next moment, the head of his pressed against her tender hole. He gave her no time to adjust and thrust forward, driving the length of his thick cock up her ass and drawing a scream from her pouting lips.

After and hour or longer of destroying her tight ass, he thrust forward, came, and slouched over her for a moment.

“What are you?” he asked.

“Your toy, sir, until you no longer want me,” she said between panting breaths.