The group entered the opulent dining room, Hailee leading the 41 year old by the leash like a prized pet. The space exuded sophistication, a massive mahogany table commanding attention at its center. Expensive silverware gleamed on the table, the decor blending modern elements with the rich, warm tones of the wood.

As the three older women settled into their seats, Hailee guided Catherine to a spot near the wall. The captive woman glanced around, puzzled at first by their pause. But then her captor's eyes met hers, Hailee's lips curling into an excited smile - as if waiting for her victim to uncover a hidden secret.

Catherine followed her new owner’s gaze, her eyes landing on two metal dog bowls sitting on the floor beside her. One was empty, the other filled with water. As she looked back up at Hailee, the young woman's smile broadened, her eyes sparkling with wicked anticipation.

Slowly, Catherine's gaze drifted back down to the bowls. And there, etched into the metal, was the name "Fuckslut."

Her heart sank and it felt like the walls were caving in around her. Those people were absolutely sick! They couldn't be serious! she thought in disbelief.

Her mind was overcome with compassion for this previous victim, whatever her real name had been, who had endured all these horrors before. How she must have suffered, forced to eat from these very bowls, degraded and humiliated.

Tears sprang to Catherine's eyes, streaking her carefully applied mascara as it ran down her cheeks.

This had to end. Enough was enough. No, she wouldn't let those freaks turn her into a new “Fuckslut”. She wouldn't accept this fate, not without a fight.

In one quick motion, Catherine launched herself up towards the young girl, knocking her down in the process. Hailee let out a startled yelp as she hit the floor, her perfectly manicured nails scraping against the hardwood. The three women, caught off guard by Catherine's sudden burst of defiance, stared at her with a mixture of shock and annoyance.

Catherine's eyes moved to the exit right behind them, a glass door leading to the garden. As she sprinted towards it, her bare feet slapping against the floor, the sitting women made no attempt to stop her. Even when she opened the door and now ran through the garden, her captors remained seated, watching her go further and further.

Running through the large lawn, Catherine glanced over her shoulder, noticing the women still sitting at the table, their eyes fixed on her retreating figure.

And just when she thought she'd made it, just when liberty was so close she could almost taste it, she felt a sharp, searing pain in her neck. She stumbled, her legs suddenly feeling heavy and unresponsive.

And then, darkness.

Catherine slowly regained consciousness, her eyes fluttering open to the bright sunlight filtering through the trees. As her senses returned, she became acutely aware of the grassy ground beneath her and the weight of the shock collar around her neck. Panic gripped her as the events leading up to her collapse came rushing back.

Pushing herself up on her elbows, Catherine surveyed her surroundings. She was still on the sprawling estate, the lush gardens and manicured lawns a stark contrast to the horror of her situation. Looming over her were the four women, their expressions ranging from amusement to fury.

The tall blonde, her eyes boring into Catherine, stepped forward. "You didn't think it would be that easy, did you?" she sneered, her voice dripping with disdain. "There's a GPS sensor in your collar that will render you unconscious the moment you try to leave the parameters of the estate."

Catherine's heart sank as the realization hit her. She was trapped, with no hope of escape.

She’d been so close to freedom, only to have it snatched away. Closing her eyes, she let her head fall back to the ground, surrendering to the hopelessness of her situation.

With a firm tone, the redhead commanded her to rise to her hands and knees, ignoring the woman’s exhausted state. Catherine's body trembled as she complied, her limbs protesting the movement after being rendered unconscious moments earlier.

The 41 year old felt a deep sense of humiliation as she crawled back to the house, retracing the same path she had taken just moments ago in her desperate attempt to escape. The soft grass cushioned her palms with each laborious step, a stark contrast to the freedom she had briefly tasted. Each inch of the journey back to the house was a painful reminder of her failure and the harsh reality of her predicament.

Once inside, the blonde, her voice dripping with condescension, turned to Catherine and said, "Your little outburst will be dealt with later.“ Her words hung in the air, a chilling promise of what was to come. Catherine shuddered at the thought, her body betraying the fear that gripped her.

As she knelt on the floor, the captive woman scanned the room and noticed the dishes in front of each woman, half-eaten lasagna adorning their plates.

Catherine's heart sank as she recalled the plates being empty when she had made her escape attempt earlier. It was now clear to her - they had left her unconscious in the garden while they calmly sat here wnd ate their dinner, unperturbed by her desperate actions. It was a cruel display of their power and control over her, a reminder that even her most desperate attempts at freedom were futile against their iron grip.

Catherine closed her eyes, trying to block out her current reality. In her mind, she saw her daughters' smiling faces, their eyes shining with love and trust. She remembered the way they would greet her after a long day, their arms wrapped around her in a warm embrace. But now, as she sat on the floor, naked and humiliated, at the feet of complete strangers, Catherine couldn't help but wonder if she would ever see her daughters again.

The casual conversation at the table continued, the women seemingly oblivious to Catherine's inner turmoil. She watched them, her eyes filled with a mixture of fear and disgust. How could they be so calm, so nonchalant, when they had taken her from her life and reduced her to this?

The blonde woman paused, a wistful smile on her face as she set down her fork. "You know, Hailee and I had the most wonderful vacation a couple months back," she said, her gaze shifting to her daughter, who sat beside her at the table.

Catherine watched, her heart pounding, as the woman stood up, her plate still in hand. The imposing woman continued, "Remember that charming little bed and breakfast we stayed at, sweetie? The one with the beautiful garden out back?" She made her way over to where Catherine sat, crouching down beside her.

Hailee nodded, a smile spreading across her face. "Oh yes, it was so lovely! And the hike we took through the woods? Absolutely breathtaking. I can still smell the pine trees and feel the cool breeze on my face."

The blonde woman used her fork to scrape the remaining lasagna from her plate into one of the dog bowls beside Catherine. Her voice carried on, uninterrupted, "And the meals we had at that little cafe in town? Delicious! I don't think I've ever tasted anything quite like it."

Catherine stared at the woman, bewildered, as she returned back to her seat, completely ignoring the kneeling woman.

As the blonde's eyes sparkled with a hint of nostalgia, one after another, the remaining three women, including her daughter, got up and dumped their half eaten lasagna into the bowl on the floor, before returning to the table, continuing their chat.

Suddenly, the blonde woman turned her gaze sharply towards Catherine, her eyes filled with a twisted sense of authority. The words the 41 year old had been dreading to hear finally escaped the woman's lips,

“Eat."

Catherine's eyes darted towards the dog bowl filled with cold, mushy lasagna. It had all congealed into a gelatinous mass, the once vibrant red sauce now a dull, brownish color. Bits of ground beef and noodles floated in the oily liquid, the entire dish looking extremely unappealing. Despite her revulsion, Catherine's fear of disobedience overpowered her disgust. Hesitantly, she reached out her hand towards the bowl, her fingers just grazing the surface of her meal.

The redhead's mocking voice interrupted Catherine's actions, "No hands, dumbass." The women erupted in laughter, their cruel amusement echoing through the room. Catherine fought the urge to lash out at the arrogant woman. For a brief moment, a flash of rage burned in the 41 year old’s eyes, her fists clenching at her sides.

But just as quickly as it had appeared, her fury had been once again replaced by hopelessness.

Swallowing her pride, she lowered her head to perform the ridiculous task. Just as she was about to take a bite however, Catherine was interrupted once again.

"Can she eat at the table with us?" Hailee's voice rang out, a hint of curiosity laced with a touch of innocence.

The blonde turned to her daughter. "Objects like her belong on the floor, dear," she stated matter of factly, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

Hailee, however, was persistent. "But just this once, Mommy? Please?" she pleaded, her big brown eyes shining with a childlike innocence that contrasted sharply with the cruelty of the situation.

Her mother hesitated for a moment, considering the request. Finally, she sighed and gestured towards Catherine. "Bring your bowl to the table,” she commanded.

Catherine shakily rose from her position on the floor, her legs trembling with a mixture of fear and humiliation. She placed the unappetizing bowl on the table, the mushy lasagna sloshing around as she set it down. Just as she was about to take a seat though, the blonde woman stopped her, grabbing two plastic bags from a cabinet.

"I don’t you to ruin my furniture," she declared, her voice dripping with disdain as she placed the bags on the chair. Catherine reluctantly sat down, the plastic rustling beneath her as she shifted uncomfortably.

Hailee, with a mischievous grin, sneered at Catherine from across the table, "Bon appétit." Her words full of condescension, but Catherine's gnawing hunger compelled her to look down at her meal. The cold, congealed lasagna glistened under the light, its pungent aroma assaulting her nostrils.

Slowly, Catherine lowered her head towards the bowl. Her lips parted, and she took in a first mouthful of the foul-tasting food. The moment the revolting mixture hit her tongue, her body rebelled, her throat convulsing as her gag reflex triggered.

Catherine squeezed her eyes shut, willing herself not to vomit, not to spit out the slop that now coated her mouth. Seconds ticked by, each one an eternity as she fought her body’s response. With a tremendous effort of will, she swallowed, the effort visible in the contraction of her throat. The women erupted into laughter and jeers.

Mouthful after mouthful, Catherine chewed the half eaten meal, her hunger overriding her disgust.

Suddenly, the redheaded woman's hand shot out, shoving her face deeper into the bowl. The captive woman gagged and sputtered, tomato sauce and cheese smearing across her cheeks. After a few agonizing moments, the evil bitch released her grip, and Catherine emerged, gasping for air, her face dripping with the remnants of her humiliation.

The women continued to taunt and mock, as their victim ate, while doing her best not to cry.

“Now lick that bowl clean, spotless. I want to see my reflection in it”, the blonde had demanded.

Catherine's tongue darted out, lapping at the metal surface, the acidic taste of the tomato sauce burning her throat. She licked every inch of the bowl until it gleamed, her pride crumbling with each swipe of her tongue.

"We've got to take some memory pictures of this special moment”, Hailee suggested.

The girl positioned herself behind Catherine's chair and rested her elbows on top of the middle aged woman's head. Ascthe others gathered around, they snapped picture after picture of the grotesque situation.

The final image captured the stark contrast between the two women – the young, beautiful Hailee, her face alight with triumph, and Catherine, her naked body covered in the remnants of her degradation, tomato sauce smeared across her face, a broken expression etched upon her features.

“Compliments to the chef", the brunette in her tailored suit said as they walked into the living room, followed by elicited laughter from the others. Catherine, confused as to why they’d been laughing that hard about this very common saying, followed right behind.

Moments earlier, these evil creatures had handed her baby wipes to clean her own face, as they taunted her for being “such a messy eater”.

The living room was a testament to their obvious wealth, with a massive flat-screen television dominating the far wall. Plush, leather couches in a rich, chocolate brown were arranged in a semicircle, inviting relaxation and conversation. A large, ornate fireplace stood to the left, its mantel adorned with framed photographs of past travels and memories.

The hardwood floors were covered by a large, Persian rug, its intricate patterns and modern colors adding warmth and depth to the space.

The women took their seats on the comfortable couches, settling in and making themselves at home.

Catherine knelt at the young woman's feet, noticing the contrast between her own disheveled appearance and the pristine, well-maintained room. Hailee, still holding the leash attached to her property’s collar, exuded confidence and a sense of ownership.

The room was filled with the sound of their laughter and casual conversation, as if this were a regular occurrence in their lives. Catherine, on the other hand, remained silent, her mind racing with thoughts of escape and the well-being of her own daughters.

“Slut, kneel in the center of the room, facing us,” the blonde bitch eventually commanded.

Knowing very well that she couldn’t insist on a free will anymore, Catherine moved into the desired position. Her naked body felt exposed and vulnerable under their intense gaze. The discomfort was palpable, but she dared not move or cover herself.

"So what do you think?" the blonde asked her daughter after a while.

"What do you mean?", Hailee answered, visibly confused.

The blonde grinned as she looked back at the kneeling woman in front of them.

“She needs a name."

to be continued.