Sadie's Fall - Part 01

The following is a 300+ pages illustrated story. all characters are over the age of 18, and the story surrounds two step-sisters that are not of actual blood connection. The story contains several dark parts and has different horror and violent aspects to it. None of which is for the purpose of cheap snuff, but rather, to depict the cruelty and merciless nature of the underground world of debauchery. The world is a fictional one, and it does not share our world's history or development.

Page 001

The manor was in the middle of the woods, far from city and noise. 

Lira was sold at the Grand Auction. a little over 990k was the price paid for her ownership. When it came to the trade of 'livestock', it could at times be very loud and uncomfortable. Thus there were a handful of private properties in the outskirts of the city repurposed to be transaction sites. Places where the sold goods could be transferred in a private environment.

Sadie Louis was shaking with excitement. She had, from the sidelines, watched Lira's videos. She was completely taken by the once-proud woman turned into a drooling, pathetic lump of brainless fuckmeat. She wasn't allowed to attend the auction, so she had to place bids through a hired contact. This would be the first time she'd actually see Lira in person. 

She would get to be all alone with Lira. Originally, she was going to wear her normal professional attire, but she just couldn't help herself. What she ended up donning was basically a nightgown with incredibly revealing features. A mild wind would show the world a little too much of her. 

If the neighbors would see me now...

She thought to herself while a shiver ran across her skin, making the goosebumps shine like specks, illuminated by the warm light from the fireplace.

The very atmosphere bred perversion. Something about this place was just a giant turn-on. 

Sadie tried to wait patiently by the fireplace, but she found herself fiddling with the splits in her outfit. She had chosen to have the transfer of slave happen by midnight. All her fantasies usually came to mind more vividly during night-time.

She noticed a picture in a frame. Must've been placed there for this very transaction. It was a photo of Lira. 

Those lost eyes, drowned in an unrelenting ocean of pink and kink. 

She wanted to see those eyes for herself. See the vapid emptiness of the void staring back at her through the lenses of Lira's eyes. 

She couldn't help but feel the moisture setting in. Time was passing way too slow for her. 

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Chris was walking in. He didn't try to be silent, but his profession rendered his footsteps rather inaudible. 

When he learnt of whom it was that'd be taking ownership over Lira, he became quite furious. He hadn't broken the bitch for it to become the pet of another bitch. Not wanting to jeopardize his name, he had to be smart about how he was to proceed.

It wasn't by mistake that the training collar was placed on the fireplace shelf next to the photo of Lira. 

The room had been generously sprayed with a quite aggressive aphrodisiac. The collar placed on the shelf was activated. Thus, any contact with the skin of a female would make it react. A combination of micro-needles and electrical pulses, it would guide the attitude and mental state of whoever came into contact with it. Unknowing of these facts, the new owner sat down in the chair and studied the collar. For her, it was something inexplicable about the collar. It felt good to her touch, and it was arousing to think about having it around her neck. Her breath was deep. 

She's already so fucking lost by a simple touch. This weak-willed bitch won't last long. Sucks that I can't break her here...

Chris really wanted to add Sadie to his collection. He wasn't saying it, but the loss of Lira was substantial to him. And all thanks to a technicality

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Chris made his presence known as he stepped forward. 

Sadie bounced up from the chair with a startled squeak and backed into the wall. She subconsciously made sure the collar was still in her possession. The thin sheer fabric didn't block the skin from the effects of contact with the metallic submission device. 

She would usually be angry at someone sneaking up on her, but for some reason, most likely the heavy air doused in eroticism, she didn't react in any aggressive manner.

"A drink to celebrate your new acquisition." It wasn't a suggestion or offer. He sternly handed her the glass of red wine. His lack of respect for her personal space made this action seem slightly scary. But for unknown reasons, at least to her, she took the glass instinctively.

He put on a professional facade, even though he had nothing but disdain for the female standing before him, he did not let it show.

This should be safe, from what I've been told, there is no way anything could happen to me here as it would directly reflect negatively upon those who organized this deal. 

She put herself to ease thinking back on what she had learnt about the organization.

"To my new slave." She said with forced confidence as she chugged the glass of wine down in record time. Wanting to replace the fake courage with the actual liquid kind, she didn't take the time to enjoy the drink.

What she didn't know was that the drink contained a heavy concentration of drugs and aphrodisiacs. 

This isn't even fun. The stupid bimbo doesn't even need my help to succumb.

He couldn't take any direct actions. Since he couldn't really do anything too obvious to her while she was on this property, he couldn't give her anything that'd mess with her memory. Meaning she would most likely remember all of this tomorrow. So instead, he was sowing a few seeds that would bloom with time. Several time bombs of corruption.

He took his time watching her. She didn't seem too distracted by the fact that he was still here. Since he set up a few cameras, he wanted something on her, something that she would remember.

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Drunk on the air of porn that was filling her head with haze, she craved intimacy. The very thought of being fucked was enough to make her knees tremble. The man kept standing there, in front of her.

Wanting someone to share a moment of ecstasy with, she leaned in and went for a kiss. 

Chris swiftly turned his head, rejecting her kiss. When she made contact with nothing but his neck, she began nibbling and sucking on it. Wanting for the man standing there to partake in some carnal pleasure.

I have to give it a few more seconds before I can act offended. Need to put on a good show for the cameras...

He was trying to calm himself. The bitch in heat that was desperately trying to mate with him was pissing him off. The way she was trying to force herself in his face. 

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Chris pushed Sadie off of himself, turned, and walked away while shaking his head. Sadie didn't take the time to reflect as her metallic friend tingled at the touch. Almost like it felt how turned on she was, and wanted to help.

She had stopped caring, lost in this crazy daze, far away from home, far away from friends, far away from where she needed to don her facade, she just let loose. Stepping out of her gown, she was following her heart. She must've thought that she was riding the rush of excitement. Where she was, what she had done, buying a slave... The fact was that it was quite the calculated dose of drugs that sent her into such frenzied heat... 

The metallic collar was where her attention was at. She wanted it closer, deeper. She needed it in her...

Trying desperately to suck at it, hoping the sensation would intensify. She hears a clink as suddenly a metallic joint is visible. 

The collar opened up. 

Inviting her to put it on...

A slave collar...

Maybe... Just to try...

She wasn't really reasoning with herself as she already knew what she was going to do.

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The metal opened and embraced the neck, with a subtle 'clink', it was locked on.

Sadie Louis, age 21, was now wearing a slave collar.

She was on her knees, naked, in a big manor owned by an underground syndicate that deal in human trafficking and sex slavery. 

If anyone walked in on her, there'd be no questions asked. She wouldn't be able to explain herself. She was indistinguishable from the sex slaves that were traded here.

All common decency had ceased to work, her brain was running on purely erotic, lustful hunger. She kept clawing her way down, down, down. 

The metal felt electric against her skin, she writhed in complete ecstasy.

Gurgled moans and rapid shallow breaths filled the air.

She wanted more of this, more of this feeling.

Clawing at the collar, there was no discernible opening. It felt smooth all the way through. Like it had been welded on her. Attached for life, permanently marked. A brand of shame and dehumanization. 

This realization sent her over the edge. An earthquake centered in her brittle core. A reflective crystal that was shining bright, it represented her bright spirit, but it was now marked with a little crack.

A feral scream left her mouth as she reveled in the height of pleasure, squirting and moaning like a wild animal, it was like her mind was invaded by a primal animal.

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Slumped down, leaning against the warm wall. The fire illuminating Sadie's exhausted body. She was still recovering from the earth-shattering climax.

The door was slowly swung open, the meek slaps of a destroyed sex slave's limbs prickling across the hard wooden floor echoed in the big room.

Seeing the naked person, the animalistic eyes honed in on the glistening body as it sloppily bounced its way towards it. The programming of her master still running strong, she hurried over to complete her mission. 

The waddling lump of broken meat was Lira, once a proud and strong young lady with the world ahead of her, now she had been uplifted and turned into the perfect cock cozy. 

She still didn't quite understand the concept of her being owned by a female, or that the one before her was actually her new master.

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A wet pair of big lips wrapped themselves around Sadie's mouth. The sudden invasion was a welcomed one.

Muffled moans escaped the joining mouths as she responded to the sex slave's initiative with pushing her own tongue into the mouth of the hungry slave.

There was a strange feeling, like she had dipped her tongue in some strong vodka. It was prickly and overwhelming, but within moments, the sensation was rushing through her very core. 

Feeling drugged more and more by the moment, her prolonged kiss gave her a powerful high. Her wanting to stare into the empty eyes of her new acquisition was temporarily forgotten. 

Lost in the moment, she felt the slave crawl more and more onto her. Like a parasite merging with its victim, Lira pushed herself closer and closer. 

A whisper of a thought urged her to push her back, but at the same moment, her collar acted up again. A strong pulse went through her as she felt her body relax, welcoming Lira's advances by going limp.

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Moments before...

Lira lifted her head in happiness as she saw her owner approach. 

She thought he had left her there. She couldn't remember, but it felt like she was to be abandoned. She wagged her ass in joy as he walked over.

He had one last mission for her.

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"Drink up, whore!"

He pushed a strange device into her mouth before shooting a pink glowing liquid deep into her throat.

"You will kiss the woman on the mouth, you will suck and spit in her throat. You will facefuck her pussy, make sure to slobber all over her wet cunt!" 

He spoke with a strong disdain, but not for Lira. She tried to bob her head, to nod in agreement, but his powerful hand held her head still. 

Lira kept feeling his words in her stupid head, a direct command spoken to her, she would not neglect the orders she was given.

Chris was not feeling okay with parting with Lira. A sick sense of love was shared between them. No one would interfere with it. Especially not this self-entitled, spoiled, ignorant, ego-bloated bitch who thinks money will lift her to a level equal to or higher than that of a man. 

It might be a longer con, but it is much safer and better for his reputation, than to just break the bitch here and now.

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Muttering some winded words of mercy, Sadie couldn't stop the relentless assault by Lira.

The crazy sex slave kept going, ravaging her body to the best of her ability.

Following the words of her master, she pushed her mouth into Sadie's pussy, exchanging the fluids as she was told to do. 

Sadie was helpless against this attack. She had never felt pleasure at this height before, and her body was completely stripped of all ability to resist.

As she raised her hips, pushing her own pussy into the hungry mouth of Lira, a brief moment of reflection dawned on her. Like she was given the mental clarity to see and verify that it was indeed herself who pushed into Lira. 

A moment of shame as Sadie turns her head away from the hungry creature, and then proceeds to push even harder as she screams out in utter perverted bliss. 

Her own sounds of pleasure filled the air in the room. The alignment of her self-image was somewhat skewed henceforth. This will always burn strong in her memory.

Understanding this, she rose to pleasures higher and higher. Having her own private spot mercilessly eaten out by a newly acquired human sex slave. Dropping all her inhibition, slobbering around on the ground. All while wearing this metal collar...

Hours.... went by. The night was filled with the lewd, wet noises and the unsightly display of carnal depravity was staining the floor.

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A hidden security camera zooms in, focusing in on the two on the ground. 

Sadie has dipped in and out of consciousness for the better part of the seventh hour of intimacy. Lira's commitment to her assignment is absolute.

A creak is heard from the background. A noise that would go completely unnoticed to the rest of the world. But, Lira heard it. It was the sound she loved to hear. "Job Complete". Usually when master was too busy to speak, he would trigger that sound. 

She continued ravaging Sadie's body with rejuvenated strength. She would put some extra effort into this to make Master proud. 

The limp unconscious body of the female was lacking something. Lira was still so very hungry. Usually she would've gotten nourishment from the cum of whoever she'd pleasure, but this...

Lira continued to lip down all that she could from the body's lower openings. 

A proud set of eyes gazed upon the monitor. Waking up to this was a bag of mixed feelings. It took extra restraint to not just cut the cameras, walk out there, and domesticate that pathetic whelp who was trying to take Lira from him.

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Fast asleep, finally. 

Lira had crawled up into the crotch of Sadie and fallen asleep with her mouth still at work.

Sadie's body was marked from top to bottom in saliva and other bodily fluids, most of which weren't hers.

The morning sun painted their bodies in strong vibrant light. It was time for Sadie to finally wake up and come to her senses.

The room smelled like debauchery. Stains of sweat, piss, and other fluids marked the room. It had been desecrated in perversion.

In the center of which, Sadie was slowly waking up.

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Before even sitting upright, Sadie's hand had already found her pack on the ground and was inhaling the sweet familiar smoke of nicotine. 

The headache was far from the worst she'd ever had. She brushed her hand through her hair before finally feeling the cold and hard surface of a metal ring spanning around her neck.

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Her initial response was to rage against the metal that was locked around her neck. Thrashing around, clawing at the device, tumbling over. 

Nothing worked. After minutes of desperation, the truth sank in. The truth.

Last night, the memories of what had transpired were still fresh in mind. 

Uncomfortably so, she recalled everything up to a certain point, where she most likely fell asleep... or passed out.

A sick feeling clung to her stomach as flashes of yesterday burned bright in her mind.

She humping against Mr C's leg, reaching for his mouth and slobbering over his neck. Him rejecting her desperate, pathetic attempts to hook up.

Oh God, what fool I made of myself.

She blamed herself bitterly and felt disgusted by her own actions.

I got drunk on the intoxicating atmosphere. 

Thinking her actions were only spurred on by her own inability to maintain professional in erotic situations, she came down hard on herself. 

Yesterday's memory became a mark of shame.

Slowly standing up from her curled up position, she noticed something latched onto her big toe. She pulled her foot out of Lira's mouth, who had automatically grabbed a hold of her biggest toe and begun sucking it. 

Not even wanting to try to deal with the mess that was her newly acquired sex slave, she stood up, straightened her back, traced her fingers along the her prominent eyebrows before assuming a little of her old spunky posture.

She looked at the mess that was her skimpy dress, and the scatterings of her accessories. She really REALLY needed a shower to regain some footing. There was a shower in the building, she was fairly certain. She weren't sure if there were anyone else here. If memory served her correct, then the man who handed her Lira should've left by now. 

she walked out the open doors and was then faced with closed doors. Standing there, naked, shamed...

The doors felt gigantic. Towering over her. The light bathed her in cold, loveless light.

If she were to walk out, a naked mess, and meet someone... Disaster.

She gulped nervously as she put an ear to the door. 

Nothing.

Bravery left her, and in its absence, nervousness filtered in.

She turned around and flicked the cigarette into the fireplace.

She pulled out a new one, lit it, and sat down on the chair by the fireplace. This headache of a night must become nothing more than a bad memory. 

Wanting some more confidence, she sucked down on the nicotine. She was feeling such a mental fatigue...  Like depression on steroids. 

What had become of her?

What am I becoming?

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An hour, give or take some minutes, was how long she was lying in the chair. Feeling defeated, the dregs of mascara had painted her face, a dry marking of humiliation. 

She was drifting in and out of the moment. Wanting to be whisked away, removed from reality, she was dust occupying the furniture.

Lira was sucking at her toes with no signs of relenting.

Unconsciously sucking for her life, trying to get some nourishment.

Sadie couldn't react. Reviewing her last night over and over again, she was counting her mistakes, listing her failures.

She sighed.

I could just as well contemplate my utter failure back home. No need to take up space in someone else's estate.

With a satisfying "POP!", her toes were liberated and she went to get her clothes.

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Tossing her dress back on, Sadie stopped contemplating yesterday. Maybe the collar had run out of juice. It was just acting like a hunk of annoying metal at this point. Wishing she brought a shawl, or a scarf, she left her neck uncovered as it wouldn't really matter regardless. An annoying car ride later, and she could wallow in misery back home. Maybe a day with her animals could cure this bad mood, and maybe even make last night slightly less of an annoyance. As time passed, some of her optimism had returned. Not much, but enough for her to actually do something.

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Lira in the trunk, she got in herself, most likely from being used to it, but Sadie had no fucks to give. She just wanted to get home.

Speeding down the barren lane, the strong sun filtered through the foliage, marking the road itself with dark shadows dancing around to the rhythm of the wind.

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Sadie's heart dropped. The red and blue lights were flashing and she was pulled over. She begun to panic as she threw her right hand around her own neck to try and conceal the collar.

"Well. Hello there missy, rare seeing beautes like y'self roamin' these parts o'the woods." The police officer smiled harmlessly as he stopped by her door.

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"Dressed a lil' light there, missy. Been out havin' fun?" The police officer tilts his head a little. As Sadie went to straighten her dress, he got a good look at the collar.

Like he recognized something, his smile grew stiffer.

"Come on out of the vehicle." The jovial tone had vanished.

"I haven't done anything, you know who I a..." Sadie started, but was quickly interrupted by an aggressive thumb signaling her to get out of the car.

He had gotten instructions on how to deal with these runaways, but he wanted to have a little bit of fun first. 

Such a cute little lost sheep, wouldn't hurt to cup a feel of its wool...

He thought Sadie was a slave that had run away. 

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As Sadie was forced to leave her car, the police officer grabbed her by the neck, holding onto the collar, and pulled her closer. His tall figure was towering over the small frame of Sadie.

"You've got some nice neck ornament. How about I forget I ever saw this around your neck, how about I forget I found you driving this road. How about..." He pulled her even closer as he played with her dress. 

"...How about you help me forget about this. If not, I may have to cause you some distress." He was toying with her, as he would only report this to the ones paying him, but it was fun seeing the panic in the eyes of this woman.

Sadie was afraid. She had no idea what could happen, and what he might do. Bust her for owning a slave? He hadn't seen Lira yet, but he could so easily inspect the car. Her knees started to weaken as she was only kept standing by the man holding her there. She slowly drifted away, not interacting with the reality happening before her. The man seemed to drive this whole ordeal, and nothing she could say would alter the situation. 

"Down, girl." He said as he slowly lowered her down, pushing her to her knees...

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It wasn't much of a struggle. Reluctantly, Sadie got to her knees. As she knelt down, the police officer pulled her dress off of her and tossed it aside. 

As she felt the breeze caressing her naked body, a shock went through her neck, down her spine. She shook herself loose from the collar's influence.

"I can pay, stop it..." Struggling against the man's grip, but to no avail. She felt her strength leave her body.

The policeman was basically puppeteering Sadie. there was something warm and gross pushing against her face. Realizing what was poking against her face, she tried to turn away. A strong hand slowly turned her to the cock that was throbbing and growing. Again, a new and strange sensation shot through her body. 

...

She proceeded to submit herself to the man's wishes. His predatory lust against her feeble body. Like a deer caught in the headlights. 

"Suck it, bitch!"

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It was like she was viewing herself, unable to fully control her own body. Being a spectator to her own act of decadence

On my knees, the hard surface of the road uncomfortably scratching and pressing, the skin of my knees already abraded, blood drops running down, but the only thing i can think of is this ugly cock right before my eyes. It’s disgusting, every brain cell is in rebelling against me continuing. I smell the scent of it, I see it throbbing, a drop of fluid forming at its top, preparing to enter…. to enter me, my mouth! I’ll never do that! Never ever! This is too much degradation, it would throw me on the same stage like the slave that I bought! Never, never, never!!!! This is so disgusting, I hate all of it!!!!!

But, suddenly another tingle spreading from the collar, my neck, my back, running through my body… and only seconds later, i feel my mouth, filling with saliva. I swallow it down, but immediately there is more and more. I lick my lips. Why am i doing this? Pressing my lips together, but somethings wrong here. I wanna close my eyes, to not see this swollen dick in my face, but my eyes won’t close, staring at this fleshy cock. I smell it stronger, it starts to get ready… Desperately pressing my lips closed, the unbelievable happens… i hear a guttural seductive moan….. and i’m shocked to realize, it’s my voice! Stop it, Sadie, for heaven’s sake, stop it! What are you doing!?!‘ Another moan escapes my lips, and i realize I've begun panting, my nostrils open wide, I can’t control it anymore!!! And even worse, my lips open, slowly, against my will!!!! My wet lips, my tongue stretching out, a drop of saliva hanging down at its top, slowly dropping, and… my tongue now touches his cock, urghhh….. what a sour taste, i smell and taste it! Oh my gosh, i’m really out of control! My own tongue, licking his dick, while he slowly pushes it into my open mouth. I lick it, my lips close around it, I suck and lick and suckle, moaning desperately for more, and I hate it, I hate myself, I hate kneeling here, naked in the middle of a road, this can’t happen to me, suck, lick, suck lick lick suckle…. aw gosh…. this can’t be me, kneeling and sucking a stranger's dick. He moves back and forth, seems to like it, I hear smacking sounds coming from my lips and cheeks and tongue. I’m really doing this…. suck…suck…. lick…. suckle…. sucksucksucksuck….. He moves harder, his cock still growing, filling my mouth, reaching my throat. Yes, now the gag reflex will stop this, I’ll vomit on him and run away! But…. no…. no gag reflex! He’s in my throat now, back, forth, back, forth, his balls slapping against my chin, my eyes wide open, I see everything, smell everything, taste everything, suck everything, swallow everything…. oh…. oh no…. did I…. think this…. really think this??? Shit, he comes….. comes in my throat! first load….. second…. urghhhhh…… running down my throat, burning like fire….. third load…. I have no chance to keep it in my mouth, he squirts directly down my throat…. flooding into my stomach….. 

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The written credit for this image goes to Sadie Louis

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"Follow!" Sadie commanded.

As they had arrived back home, Sadie rushed out of the car, fetching Lira from the back, and headed inside. 

Finally back home, she began cleansing herself through the morning rituals. The monotony of these tasks helped her zone out for a moment. 

After finishing up eating her breakfast, she slowly realized that Lira was still there. She had been with her this entire time. Lira must've followed her ever since she commanded her to. In her attempt to zone out and forget a little of the horrors that burdened her mind, she had completely overlooked her newly-acquired slave.

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Looking over at Lira, Sadie felt a little bad. Lira must be starving. She didn't seem too interested in cereal or bread. 

"What do you eat, Lira?" She finally asked her slave.

Lira responded by taking more of Sadie's hand in her mouth.

Unsure of what to do with that answer, Sadie figured she had to do some shopping.

With the collar out of sight, she finally had other things to worry about. Lira needed something to eat, it was apparent that she was really hungry.

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Getting to the mall was an easy task, the collar put up no fight for the trip. 

Maybe it's running out of battery.

She thought to herself, trying to calm herself. A clear mind was what she wanted to have for this. No idea what Lira would want to eat, she had just been to an apothecary and picked up some essentials. 

A mixture of baby formula, vitamin pills, and some alternate life path food packs. Next up, the sports and health store to buy some protein mix. Maybe Lira could only drink her food.

Every moment of breathing, every pause in her trail of thoughts was filled with unease. When she stopped analyzing and just rested her mind, she found herself nervous and out of place. 

Like a cold shiver that would never truly leave her. 

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Meanwhile, Lira is desperately searching for food and stimulus.

To no avail.

These strange beasts seemed uninterested with her advances. She breathes and moans, pathetic and needy. 

If just someone could mount her, if just someone could give her... 

She needs it badly...

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Done with her shopping, walking through the passage to the annex, headed back to her car, something happened.

A shock wave centered in her neck rippled through her body. 

"Not now!" She muttered through gritted teeth. Sadie was starting to panic as she knew what was about to happen.

She began staggering to the parking garage.

Not noticing that she had dropped her bag that held the keys.

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The car is within sight.

Alone, she struggles her way towards it. In a rehearsed motion, she grabs for her keys.

They aren't there.

It dawns on her, she lost them.

She lost them.

The feeling of despair fuels the quakes of lust inside of her. 

the weakening of her knees sends her tumbling forward, the sensation of a fist clenching around her heart, slows her pace. 

Red cheeks that burn, her body is betraying her.

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Something made contact with her butt. It went unnoticed by Sadie.

Her mind was filled with a different sensation. She lost to the pleasure, as she could do nothing to stifle the craving. 

Wave upon wave was tearing into her. All she could do was hope that no one would show up. That she would wake from this perverted madness without having had a witness to her carnal display of depravity.

The fact that her scarf was gone would never truly dawn on her. Her shame was for the world to see, all that remained was for people to look.

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The cow left. Lira lowered her head. Not even an animal wanted anything to do with her. 

It was only fair, Lira must've been too hideous for the animal to stand.

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Footsteps echoed as a man came walking up to Sadie.

Sadie was at her wit's end.

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"Shhh, just be quiet, girlie." A man's voice whispered into her ear.

A strange tingle from her neck left Sadie docile and calm. Like the roaring flux of crazy emotions were quieted.

Sadie slumped forward as a man grabbed her by the chest and head. She suddenly felt exhausted.

"You're lost, and I can help you. Come with me, and everything will be taken care of."

His words felt sincere. Sadie didn't know the voice, but it felt trustworthy. 

You better keep your words on this one, chris!

The man thought to himself. His deal with Chris was sketchy at best. He'd usually avoid dealing with the likes of him, but the deal was too sweet to ignore.

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Lira was feeling crushed. Lonely. Unwanted.

Face flopped down in the dirt, she had more or less given up. 

"Your master is back." A voice spoke in a calm and dominant manner.

She froze. her heart was beating faster than ever. If she didn't mess anything up, maybe Master will take her back.

Her craving nether was beginning to drip in anticipation. Ass up, face down. She was merely waiting for any order.

Chris' face creased as a legitimate smile formed on his face. Even after being away, she was still his. 

Reminiscing to his trip out to the pond, he basked in the memory of the last time the two of them had taken a trip outside.

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"Kneel before your master, slut!"

As he commanded, Lira crawled over and assumed her position. It was like an instinct.

"You've been handled poorly, I will treat you the way you need."

Enthralled by his words, Lira didn't move a muscle.

This felt right.

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Sadie was slowly coming to. 

What is about to befall this defenseless piece of tender meat?

On the bright side, her collar is no longer attached around her neck.