2023 - Amy winced as the Controller’s fuck strokes continued to rasp at her overburdened vagina. It hurt very much to have her head pulled back as far as it was by her dark hair as Amy’s kidnapper raped her yet again from behind. Yet - despite the shame and physical discomfort Amy was experiencing in this her third day as a sex slave - she’d learned enough to keep her wits about her during the long, exhausting rape sessions.
Amy Halyburton’s new owner liked to ‘ask questions’ as he used her helpless body to entertain himself.
So as the naked brunette with the the alluring breasts and exquisite legs grimaced in agony…
“Before me…before the day before yesterday? Had…h-had you ever been raped slut?”
2017 - In the glory days prior to Covid young Amy Halyburton drove a black pickup, played her stereo LOUD and cruised the asphalt in and around her forgettable hometown dressed in (and displayed in) criminally revealing tops. Which was when (and why) Trooper Donaldson pulled her over on Route 26 just two days after Amy’s twenty-second birthday.
Details obscure the sensuality of Amy gratefully administering oral sex onto Trooper Donaldson in the front seat of his patrol car. Despite Amy having been driving within the speed limit when she had been located and preyed upon by a male bent upon hurting a pretty girl. Amy - who at the time was bulletproof, omniscient and immortal - chalked up the only slightly humiliating experience as a Rite Of Passage for an incredibly beautiful woman wasting away her life within a decrepit city.
Until - as she wiped away the cum from her nostrils - Amy noted the flashing blue and red lights that pulled up behind Donaldson’s unit, Along a stretch of road that only much later she would concede could best be described as deserted.
Soon the trio of law enforcement types took turns with what had to be thee finest piece of female citizenry within a hundred miles of such a cruddy little burg. Long after Amy remembered how warm the hood of the car belonging to the one especially well endowed trooper was as he’d raped her savagely. Amy’s feet pointed to the heavens (and the mute stars) as the handcuffs at her back dug into the paint job of the predatory black n’ white.
It had lasted several hours. Until the men were through with Amy. Until - in their own warped sense of accountability - Amy Halyburton’s body had finally acquired enough value to be more than just a tease on a warm summer’s evening.
The laughing men then allowed Amy to go free……
Present Day - Amy winced in ever increasing pain as the Controller’s insatiable erection continued to carve out a lasting place inside her womanhood. She’d heard the sadist’s question and was framing a face saving answer inside her own mind. Which is next to impossible to do when one is being used as a sexual pincushion.
“Sir…s-sir…y-you are the first man to ever rape this worthless body. I swear. I’m…I am so fortunate that y-you brought me here sir…to show th-this whore how to behave. And…(uugghh!!)…how to treat a good strong man who…who -d-deserves…(aagghh!)…who deserves to fuck my unexceptional body…sir…f-for his own amusement. Naagghhhh!!”
It was moments after Amy’s humiliating submission to his ongoing rule that the Controller ejaculated once again deep inside the object he would unshelve and reuse for weeks into the future. He knew the whore was telling lies. He’d done the research on Amy since the moment he’d first espied her in a low cut blouse driving her pickup on Route 26. That very moment when he’d selected Amy’s fine body for slavery and torture.
“Good girl. Always be honest with your new Master. Good girl Amy. I don’t think I’ll need to fuck your ass again tonight…you’ve demonstrated good sense and exemplary honesty. There’s hope for you whore. Good girl! Now…lick my dick clean. Or I may change my mind about you NOT taking it up the ass little girl. EYES OPEN! USE YOUR TONGUE SLUT!”
2024, New Years Day - The Controller is gleefully showing Amy Halyburton copies of legal documents pertaining to her ongoing (and non-public) pursuit of damages against the Town Of Whatever. To include Barracks C of the Indiana State Troopers. Amy is in no condition to comment upon the import of said documents. And is equally unable to beg for mercy for having lied to her kidnapper on multiple occasions Belowstairs.
You see, Amy is being tortured mercilessly. Which would have happened EVEN IF the Controller was indeed the first good, strong man to rape her otherwise worthless body.
