Serena's toilet training

If her nightmares kept turning into reality, when would she accept her new life...

Her treatment became so inhumane that some times, during the darkest days, she turned to her darkness. The plastic-like surface of her prison became a catalyst for her own unexplored perversion. The humiliation and torment became something much more bearable.

She had positioned herself accordingly, supporting the manhood of a man on her head. She helped them relieve themselves.

It was normal for her to blot her teeth and resist. The act of defiance, the theater of denial. She was quite skilled at it.

They liked it, they enjoyed it when she pretended to be feisty and wild. The truth that had made itself unbearably known for some time, the fact that she was domesticated, it came to her a while back. Ever since, this life has become less and less painful. She is property, she is an object, she is less than the men that use her. These are facts, not just insults thrown at her, she knows this... Deep in her heart. It gives her levity, this gives her wings. Unsubscribed from agency and expectations, she exists in a much calmer place now.

Used by many, utilized by men who don't even see her, who can't even understand the amount of work she applies to each task. Tired beyond comparison, she continues with her routines. A thankless job, a thankless life, a thankless existence.

But at the same time, she got to understand her sister. There was a connection. She could feel her. When the lights were off, when she was denied sight and sound, she knew... She had someone there with her.

"You bitch, you know I can't get a good stream unless you lick them." The man spat at her before pushing his pelvis against Serena's head. She snarled and growled to herself. Faking reluctance, she felt a warm and fuzzy feeling deep in her nether region. The insults gave sparks to her perversion. The engine of her survival in this horrid life, it turned the depravity into sustainability.

She licked the man, carefully massaging and enveloping a larger area in her saliva.

"ah... That's it, you whore. A good fucking girl you are." He said as he tugged appreciatively at her leash.

"This good kitty deserves some cream afterwards." She sunk deeper into her place of pleasure and survival. She wasn't going to bed hungry tonight.