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“Love and happiness,” I dance to the music, pretending to play the guitar. “Something’s going wrong!” I dance around the living room, singing and bobbing my head to Al Green in the battery-operated radio in the living room. “Make you wanna dance. Love and happiness.”

But when I hear a whimper, I cock my head to the side, frowning at Birdie, who’s lying on the couch, eyes glazed over with a carrot in her ass, holding the grapes in her pussy as the makeshift vibrator I had pounding at her clit makes her drool and twitch.

I glance at the clock. It’s been five hours… and it’s the first time she’s held all five grapes in her pussy for so long without cumming.

“Good job, Birdie… good job. Now you can cum for me.” I run my hand over her face, causing her to moan and involuntarily cum, shaking, sending a gush of pussy juice and grapes flooding from her to the bowl I have positioned below her.

“UUGGGGNNNNNNNN UUGGGNNNNN AHHHHH!”

“Good girl,” I hum, chuckling, watching her pussy plop them son of bitches out one by fucking one.

Quickly, I fish them out of the bowl and place them on her lips.

“Open up, Birdie,” I coo and she, like the good girl I trained her to be over the past ten hours, opens that pretty little mouth of hers and suckles on my fingers, chewing hungrily.

“Mmmm ughmnnng.”

“Awww, look at my hungry girl. Should I feed her dick too?” I smirk, pulling out the other carrot I placed in her ass this morning, seeing it’s gaping. “Mmmm, it looks ready.” I jiggle her ass cheeks and she whimpers, but those eyes… the glare in them…fuck, she’s a tough nut to crack.

I’m having fun.

“Oh, you’re not ready yet? You still have that fire in your eyes. You still don’t know to obey your Owner when told. Fine,” I smirk and stuff the carrot back into her ass, turning off the vibrator, but this time, I place a blindfold over her eyes.

“Wh-what a… are you do… doing n-now a-asshole?” she pants, still holding on, and I chuckle.

“One day you’ll learn to stop asking me shit and just accept what the fuck I have to give.”

“Kiss my ass! WHY DON’T YOU JUST LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE?!” she trembles, and I throw my head back in laughter, doing exactly that. I kiss that pretty ass of hers and back off.

“Fine. See you birdie. Let’s see how long you survive without me.”

Her body goes still and tense.

“WHAT?! WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN?! HEY! UNTIE ME, YOU SON OF A BITCH! UN—” I slam the door on her as she screams, and I light a cigarette.Now let the real fun begin…

Robin

The door slams, and I go still as the quietness of the house against the prattling of the rain overcomes me. Stillness… all I hear is stillness. I rub my head against the couch, trying to get the blindfold he’d placed on me free, but that son of a bitch tied it securely.What the fuck is he, a boy scout?!

No… all jokes aside, I need to get the fuck out. I squirm, trying to get out, but my body feels like jelly, and my pussy feels…well, it doesn’t.The mother fucker placed the vibrator on me, and now I can’t even feel my pussy and whatever the fuck is in my ass. It—Ugnnn, it… it keeps sl-slipping!

I pant, trying to get out of the binding he’s got me in, but no matter how I twist, turn, and wriggle, I’m stuck.

“FUUUUUCCKKKK!” I shout at the top of my lungs, but the only thing that greets me is stillness. I plop against the wet couch, trying to think, but my brain feels foggy from lack of sleep and food. I don’t know how long I’ve been awake, I just know the sun had gone down a while ago and…it feels like it’s been hours since I’ve been alone.

Earlier, if I tried to fall asleep, he’d smack my ass but now… in this quiet creaky house… unable to move or see, my throat clogs up.I’m really by myself.

“H-Heeeeeeyy! Saw!” I call out, listening for his heavy footsteps out the door, but nothing… I swallow, shifting on my aching knees. “S-SAW! ST-STOP FUCKING J-JOKING!” I shout, heart racing, but nothing.

I hear a creaking noise and instantly I jump, turning my ear toward the noise… listening to see if it’ll come again, but nothing…

My breathing picks up, and so does my heart rate when the rain from outside starts to downpour.D-did he really leave me?

Panic ensues and in my foggy, sleep deprived and starving state, my head begins swimming with all types of shit.Will he leave me here… will I be able to get out of this… will someone find m?—

A thunderous bang of what sounds like lightning shakes the house as the whirring trees batter the roof. My breathing escalates when a loud, whistling sound akin to a freight train can be heard in the distance as the winds pick up significantly. Living in Texas I’m all too familiar with the fucking sounds of the hurricane that’s coming through.

Fuck no!I struggle, panting as the winds get closer and the house rattles.

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