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Harm's Way Vol. 10 ©
« on: March 15, 2019, 12:44:31 PM »
Volume 10

Val was not easy to forgive or forget. Candace spent the next month enduring a very rigorous retraining.

Meanwhile, in a dorm directly above the dungeon Candace was locked in, Roxy’s morning was drastically different. 1,500 thread count sheets wrapped around Roxy’s petite frame, before she opened her eyes she let out a soft sigh, her hands gently feeling around her.  Eventually, wandering fingers found Val’s resting body, firm from years spent in gyms, yet smooth, with remarkably soft and tanned skin. It wasn’t every night that Val slept in the bed with Roxy, but when she did, there were certain expectations of behavior.  Roxy gently rolls onto her side, wasting no time, and expressing no lament although this is her least favorite part of the day; she knew it could always be made worse. The drapes billowed as a cool morning breeze swept in from the open window.  Roxy’s tiny body shivers as she curls up drawing her knees toward her chest, Val refused to sleep without the window open despite Roxy shivering herself to sleep nearly every night.  While Val’s nighttime attire varied at her own discretion, Roxy was only afforded the luxury of wearing the collar Val had locked around her neck to bed. She glanced out the window seeing a blue jay landing and basking in the sun, enjoying one last moment of rest in the luxurious bed.  She much preferred her current sleeping accommodations when compared to the iron rod cage she’d spent nearly a month inside of during her training.

However, Roxy knew she’d better get started lest Val’s alarm sound.  Val hated being woken up by alarms, yet she set one every night.  Call it her old fashioned nature but she much preferred feeling the throat of her 11-year-old slave wrapped around her cock as a wake-up call.
 
Val slept on her side which made access easy, lifting Val’s t-shirt gingerly Roxy made sure the first thing Val felt were her lips. She had learned to excel at keeping her new mommy happy with her mouth. Roxy closes her eyes and focuses on her task, the flaccid 4” being taken between her lips as she swirls her tongue around Val’s head. Over and over Roxy’s tiny tongue ran laps until soft moans from mommy filled the room. It didn’t take long after that for the full 9” to appear.  Roxy had learned to time her breathing allowing her to take in nearly 6” inches before being forced to retreat.  Val finally opened her eyes glancing over at the alarm clock on the pink and white nightstand, she was getting good, Val thought to herself beating the alarm by a full 8 minutes, she’d have to be rewarded for this.  As Roxy’s lips pressed tight together and Val felt the head of her cock slide to the back of the sweet girl's mouth, she old let out a soft, “ahhhh.”
Roxy knew what that meant, she braced herself for what was to come.  Val’s strong hands on top of the covers, gripping tightly at the back of Roxy’s head.  This was the part she hated.  She relaxed her neck as Val took control from here. Soon Val’s soft cooing was met with a chorus of gag and wretching from under the covers as Val’s hips buck each time Roxy reaches her 6” limit forcing another 2” down the girl’s throat.

“HUKKKK!” Roxy’s body involuntarily tries to expel the cock being forced down her throat. Roxy could only hope today’s facefucking didn’t take to- “HUUUGHH!’”
Val’s toes curled as the convulsing throat of her little pet squeezed and milked her cock. To prevent touching her mommy without permission Roxy had learned to interlock her fingers, nearly all self-preservation desires had been slowly fucked and beaten out of her. “Good pet,” Val hissed, “you’re my good little pet,” she purred thrusting again, this time holding Roxy there for a moment before pulling out and hearing the little one gasp for air. Always the perfect time to take advantage, Val plunges right back in, this caught Roxy a bit by surprise as her throat nearly swallows Val’s nine inches.  Her tiny body bucks and convulses as each time she attempts to take a large breath Val’s cock jabs deeper into her throat.  Her little back arches trying to create distance between Roxy and her aggressor. 

It’s no use, Val sweeps her legs around and rolls Roxy’s round little face right above her cock. “Stay,” Val commands as she begins to pump into the sweet little mouth with the pouty lips.  “Fingers!” she snaps, only to see the covers move as Roxy slowly interlocks her fingers behind her back.  Now with no way to brace herself she was fully at Val’s dispose, and she didn’t let the opportunity go to waste.  Immediately she drives her heels into the bed pumping her hips as fast as she can while pressing down on the back of Roxy’s head.  The gags can no longer be differentiated as Val’s ass clinches feeling herself slide down Roxy’s throat with each thrust. “yes…yes…Yes….YES!” Val howls as her balls slap Roxy’s chin, her eyes slam shut, her cock spasms.  Roxy’s lips create an airtight seal around her Mommy’s cock trying to keep up with the ever-violent thrusts toward her face all while timing her breathing and trying to swallow the thick substance that was quickly filling up her mouth. Val’s final thrust bring her ass up off the bed as the outline of a floundering tween under the sheets flails trying to breathe.  Finally, mommy’s body goes limp, collapsing back to the bed. Roxy finishes swallowing the remaining fluid in her mouth knowing if she doesn’t there will be hell to pay.  At least it's not in her food anymore. 

Val doesn’t release Roxy’s head for another minute or so, always enjoying the feeling of that warm special place as she shrinks back down. Finally, she pats Roxy’s head twice, “good job little pet.” That was Roxy’s sign it was okay to remove mommy’s cock from her lips. Climbing back up from under the covers Roxy’s face is flush, hair a mess and eyes red from silently crying through the more brutal aspects of her morning duties.  She stares at the ceiling, her mind drifted away, Val looks over at her newest pet, it took an entire month of intense behavior training but she’d done quite well conditioning Roxy to take all manners of abuse without so much as a request to stop.  She smiles pridefully at her handy work and leans over kissing Roxy’s cheek, “the morning is yours, tend to your chores, feed your sister and don’t forget you start cello lessons again today. Roxy vacantly nods, her mind sent into autopilot, Val was used to this, she’d seen it before, she knew it was just something the mind of an innocent tween does to try and keep sanity in such a situation, so she gave it no attention.

Climbing from the bed only wearing a t-shirt she reached toward a spot next to Roxy on the bed, she fiddles around for a moment and pulls Hoppy, Roxy’s stuffed bunny from under the sheets.  She wipes her cock with it cleaning the remnants of her wake-up call from herself before tossing it back to Roxy who vacantly pulls her stuffed bunny into an embrace.  Val pulls her long black hair into a messy bun atop her head as she heads towards the shower. Eventually, Roxy returned to a more aware state just as Val was heading out for her morning rounds, her ample ass popped in a red dress that was revealing yet respectable, and as always her red-bottom black pumps that put her well above 6’.  This always came in handy when dealing with some of the more old-fashioned professors at the school who didn’t like taking orders from women.  She knew she could be an imposing figure and never hesitated to utilize that to remind them of their place.

“Goodbye sweet pet,” Val says kissing Roxy on the forehead before exiting through the front door allowing Roxy to finally breathe a sigh of relief. She knew there was much to do before mommy came back but decided to linger in bed for just a moment longer.  Her little hands rub at her now sore throat, before reaching over onto the pink and white nightstand grabbing her round wire frame glasses.  She places them on only to grimace at the dried cum stains still coating the lenses distorting her vision.  She uses the sheets to clean them as best she can before putting them back on and committing to start her day.  She can’t help but continue to rub her throat as she sits up in the bed, she’d began to notice how the constant throatfucking started to alter her voice, she’d become even more soft-spoken than before.  Never much speaking above a whisper, she sighed and swung her slender legs from the bed, placing them on the hardwood. It didn’t much matter however, she rarely spoke more than a few words of agreement or the occasional phrase of encouragement as mommy was fucking one of her holes. 

The day progressed normally (in comparison to the last month), a quick shower, cleaning the kitchen, den, bathrooms, mommy’s bedroom and her bedroom.  She replaced the sheets on both the beds as the old ones that were dirty with a number of fluids that usually leaked from one of Roxy’s holes in the aftermath of one of Val’s various aggressive fuckings, all the while clinging to Hoppy for a sense of normalcy and comfort.  Finally, it was time for her favorite part of the day.  She made her way to the closet in her room, opening it wide, it was mostly dildos, vibrators, gags, whips, cuffs and other miscellaneous objects of torture.  But at the very back of the walk-in closet was a small two drawer dresser.  Inside were the only clothes Roxy had left in her possession.  The top drawer was filled with tube tops and sheer tops, each a size too small forcing Roxy’s little bee stings to push against the fabric leaving clear impressions.  The bottom drawer was filled with denim shorts that had been cut to leave Roxy’s cheeks hanging out forcing her to adjust with nearly every other step. Alongside the shorts were pleated skirts to match the school's dress code, of course, they were tailored in a way such a way, that when Roxy took more than small timid steps she was exposed to the world. As well as her favorite, black leggings with a Velcro keeping the hole over the crotch together. They were the most modest thing she owned and was only allowed to wear them for the last part of her chores and until mommy came home. She grabs the leggings and the tube top, plopping down on the bed as she pulls the top over her developing chest, then stepping into the leggings that stretch nearly to the point of ripping as she shimmies her hips working them up and over her pert little ass. Between her legs the ever-present camel toe from wearing leggings that were entirely too small, however by this point, it was the little things like being allowed to wear clothes, even if for a few hours, that made her feel somewhat normal again. 

She heads downstairs, grabbing the large bucket and a bottle of water from the fridge.  She struggled a bit as the bucket was still half full and somewhat heavy.  Making her way out the back door she slows her pace. She counted each of the 48 steps to the shed. Sunlight is shown across her face, a warm breeze blew her hair as each day she almost forgot where she was by the time she reached the shed door. Placing the bucket down she opens the door.  The shed was empty, it was more of a prop, Roxy grabbed the bucket and water and made her way down the stairs inside the shed.  At the bottom, she entered another door. She could already hear the whimpering. She braced herself.

It had been almost 40 hours since she was last allowed to bring Candace food.  Roxy wasn’t sure what condition she would find Candace in but over the last two weeks, it had gotten progressively worse. As she entered the room Candace was in, she immediately remembered the horror of occupying the same space.  Roxy’s eyes on the cage in the corner, it was empty.  The food bowls she was forced to eat from bare and dry.  The soft hum from the one dim bulb in the center of the room filled the tense silence as Candace whimpered softly. Just like Roxy’s training, she was only allowed the collar Val had placed her in. From where she stood Roxy could see the bruised that lined her back, the familiar lines from one of Val’s canes across her legs and ass.  Deep purple dotted lines from serrated nipple clamps shown on her chest as she tried to sit up. Her dark brown hair was matted, some strands frozen in place or stuck to her face that had been painted in cum and spit from the previous day’s training.  She shivered on the poured concrete floor, softly whimpering. The sight was ghastly.

Roxy knew she had only one job and did not deviate from it.  The bowls had been pushed beyond the red line, which was the farthest distance the chain attached to Candace’s collar would allow her to go. As Roxy reached out and grabbed the water bowl Candace lashed out. She was nearly rabid, her hands reaching for Roxy’s face.  She was so startled that she nearly knocked over the bucket as she backed away. The chain goes taut pull Candace back to the ground having utilized what little strength she had left. Roxy’s heart is beating out of her chest. This was like a scene from a bad horror movie. She quickly filled the first bowl with the water, and the second bowl she took to the bucket.  Opening it up she quickly dipped it in, filling it with the slop she remembers eating for nearly a month.  She didn’t want to think about the possibility that Val had added anything extra to it as she set it down next to Candace and quickly backed away.  She quietly gathers everything, and turns to leave.

“I hate you.” Candace whispers stopping Roxy in her tracks.

The words linger there for a moment.  The lives of both Roxy and Candace having drastically changed since the day Val caught her.  Tears filled Roxy’s eyes, she wasn’t supposed to speak. She was just supposed to feed her and leave. She shook, feeling partly responsible for Candace’s current state. She didn’t have the temerity to look back, she only hung her head and softly affirmed. “I know,” she says as she leaves the room. Upon the door closing the lone light dims, providing barely enough illumination for Candace to see her hand in front of her face.

“I HATE YOUUU!” Candace howls as Roxy makes her way back to the main house.

Val sits back in her chair watching from her monitor. Slowly, she smiles.
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Re: Harm's Way Vol. 10 ©
« Reply #1 on: March 15, 2019, 01:18:37 PM »
Wow. This is really good. Val has a nice thing going there

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Re: Harm's Way Vol. 10 ©
« Reply #2 on: March 28, 2020, 10:51:24 AM »
Wow. This is really good. Val has a nice thing going there

Thanks, excited to get back to working on this one. :)
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Re: Harm's Way Vol. 10 ©
« Reply #3 on: April 20, 2020, 05:25:53 PM »
Very, very hot indeed.  However, Valarie seems to have structured the training so that it is impossible to have two in form slave cunts at the same time.  This seems illogical.  Or is it just that Candace is broken and needs to be retrained?  Or is it that Val only wants one cunt hole and that the destruction of the previous model is just part of the game?  Hmmm ... does Candace remember destroying her predecessor?  Is that why she is reacting the way she is?  No merit sadly, as I am limited to one a day. 
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Re: Harm's Way Vol. 10 ©
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