Writers Note: This is a work of fiction. Don't do this stuff in real life. Consent matters. That said, enjoy some fucked up fun.

This is the 9th chapter, chapter eight can be found here - https://www.reddit.com/r/sexstories/comments/1dqgg8t/the_good_girl_chapter_8_35m18fmfncdub_conglory/

I also have an AO3 where the entire story to date can be found, for easier catching up. Link is in my profile.

I truly enjoyed myself the following week with Jessica. Some shift had happened inside her, and her eyes seemed a little less bright. I could tell there were fewer internal battles going on in her mind. She was less conflicted and more accepting of what her life was now. I visited her the very next night. She was beautiful in bed, snoring away as the night vision exposed her every movement. I had waited until the feed showed her roommate had left. She was increasingly avoiding the apartment, likely spending more time with her boyfriend. Neither of them had found the smaller cameras I had placed. That was good as it made my life simpler. I didn't want to deal with her unless I had to.

Instead, I watched my sleeping beauty from my car as I left the liquor store with a cheap fifth of vodka. Another gift for her, one that I would hope she would be grateful for. It was time to start knocking down her support structures and removing the safety ropes in her life. I wanted nothing except for her to realize the only thing she could count on was me. To be there, always watching, always using, constantly abusing her. My cock stiffened just at the thought of all the things that were coming her way. I parked outside her apartment, rechecked the cameras, and messaged her "supporters" online that the show was about to start. I wondered how many would think this was just a simple CNC. Some of them would know the truth. They would know because they had been in my place before. I unlocked the door to her apartment, then quietly locked, deadbolted, and used the security chain. That way, no one could easily surprise us.

I entered her bedroom, and there she was, snoring. She had crashed early, still worn out from the night before. Every time she used the toilet, she had cried the most delicious tears. But what I had enjoyed the most was this morning's masturbation session. Her desperate need was evident, and I felt compelled to visit her the first time she slept alone. I hadn't exactly planned on it being so soon, as I had to work, but there was no way I would let the opportunity pass me by. She needed to learn that there was no rest. That something could happen to her at any time.

As I entered her room, I left the lights off and gently set down the vodka. She had just the sheet over her, with the comforter pushed off to the side of the bed. The room illuminated briefly as a car drove by in the distance. I walked up to her bed, staring down at her form. Gently, I pulled down her sheets until she was uncovered. She was nude. Whether she always slept that way or only did it because she thought I might be watching, I didn't know. Either way, I approved. I leaned down, inhaled, and almost laughed out loud. Even asleep, her cunt was juicy. Again, I wondered how much was due to whoever had fucked her up in her past. I needed to shake their hands and show them what had happened to her since. She curled up a bit, chilled, and I slowly opened her bedside table. Among the many toys was the lube I was looking for. I undressed and started slathering up my cock. As I did so, I waved to our audience. I hoped they would enjoy the show.

Jessica started to scream the second I jumped on her bed. She was mostly on her side, but I hopped on and shoved her face down into her pillow. She was thrashing, kicking, and twisting, desperate to fight me off. I could have stopped her with a word. Told her it was me. But that would have been boring. This was absolute terror, a real struggle. Something she wasn't offering me anymore. I grabbed her head and as fast I could, jerked it up and down, slamming her face into the pillow and mattress again and again. It wouldn't do any actual harm and would likely hurt her nose more than her head, but I enjoyed rattling her brain just a little bit. I then put my elbow on the back of her neck, pressing down, as I started fingering and lubing her tender ass. I knew she hadn't had time to recover. Her bathroom crying had shown me that. But I didn't fucking care. She struggled, sobbing and wailing into her pillow. But the best part was when I kicked her legs apart with mine and started pressing against her ass. She just went limp. She knew what she was.

Despite her relaxing, her struggles resumed as I shoved inside her ass. My cock wasn't the monster that had reamed her last night, but it was more than up to the task. I put my hands on her shoulder blades and kept her prone, literally fucking the shit out of her. Without prep and after last night's abuse, it got messier than I usually enjoyed. But it wasn't my ass, and it wasn't my bed that was getting ruined. That was her problem. After about two minutes, her struggles ceased. She kept sobbing hysterically, but she didn't move or try anything. She took it like the good girl she was. I sped up my tempo, my balls slapping against her, until I finally nutted deep in her battered rectum. I put my weight on her, shook her head hard, and then raised up. I winced at the mess that was on my cock and the smell now filling the room. I briefly considered making her clean it up, but it was too much. Instead, I used her sheets to get most of it off, then went to the bathroom to wash off the rest. When I came back, she still hadn't moved. She just sobbed in the dark. I smiled despite the stink in the room and turned on the light.

"That was such a good girl, Jessica. Taking all that. I'm very proud of you," I said, almost mockingly, to her. She looked up at me, recognizing my voice. Her eyes were red and streaked with tears. She just grabbed her pillow and started sobbing even harder. "Now, now, is that any way to thank me? Is it Jessica?" I asked. She whimpered for several seconds more, struggling to get her breath back before looking at me.

"Th... th... th... thank you, Sir," she said. After she did, I knelt down, turned her on her side, ignored the smell, and kissed her on the mouth, then her eyes and forehead. I patted her head, picked up her plug sitting beside the bed, and pushed it in her ass as she cried some more. Then I left her and the stench of her apartment.

When I woke up the following day, I checked the video feed for the night. Jessica had sat in her filthy bed for an hour before finally going to the bathroom and showering. When she returned, she used her Hitachi and even aimed herself at the camera. The delicious part was when Jessica started sobbing after she orgasmed. Watching the weight of realization hit her about how pathetic she was was glorious. When Jessica got to work that afternoon, I was already there. I loved how stiffly she moved. She looked so miserable and doubly so whenever she came out of the bathroom. I swore she was even a bit paler as well, though maybe that was just hopeful wishing. By the end of her shift, she looked positively exhausted. I walked up to her once we were alone, kissed her, then bent her over. She didn't resist as I fucked her in her pussy. I slid in without much resistance. It seemed like she was like a perpetual fountain. Moist at all times and juicy the second someone forced her. I dumped my load in her and took her to my car. She gave a sad little frown when I kept her from hers but said nothing as we drove again to the adult theater.

This time she sucked off only six men before we left, with two loads of cum dripping off of her face. I took her to her car, and she drove off, then I returned home. I watched on the feed as she attacked the vodka the second she got back, just as I had hoped. Her audience and I enjoyed her getting plastered before taking out one of the dildos and fucking herself. During that, I texted her a single order. When she turned to better face the camera and started slapping her face as she fucked the fake cock, I got so hard. More offers were also coming in from her "fans" and "supporters." So many people wanted to do "CNC" with her.

The rest of the week went much the same. I "visited" Jessica one other night, this time fucking her cunt as she sobbed, half awake. I decided to let her ass recover before something serious happened. I didn't want my fun to be interrupted. However, no matter how tired she was, we went by the adult theater after work. There, she spent at least an hour on her knees, letting strange men fuck her mouth. She swallowed load after load as I recorded them. I loved the way she winced every time someone spurted on her face. Then the slow walk out, while men talked and pointed as cum dripped down her face and clothing. She was so pliable. She just did what I wanted.

Saturday, I took her home from the adult theater. She was drunk when I had picked her up and had gotten drunker while we were there, sipping from my flask. Sipping might be the wrong word. She chugged it. I watched with pleasure as she face fucked her throat raw on random cocks, and then later, I slowly fucked her ass while another man pumped her mouth full of cum. It was hilarious when one of the men pissed while she was blowing them. She freaked at the hot piss filled her mouth and jerked back. That just let him piss on her instead. She went quiet after that, just going through the motions. I think knowing she was now a piss drinker had fucked with her stupid little mind. We left not long after that, and when we walked into her apartment, her roommate just stared at Jessica, her mouth agape as she walked past her. Her black dress was clearly wet, there was dried cum on it and on her chin, and her makeup and lipstick were smeared to high heaven. I winked at the roommate, and she ran to her room while I followed Jessica to hers. There, she picked up the latest bottle of vodka I had gotten her as she started drinking.

"Why?" she asked, setting down the bottle as she stepped out of the dress. She stumbled a bit, but her eyes were unusually sharp. I was intrigued.

"Why what?" I replied, slowly stripping out of my clothes. I hadn't planned on fucking her, but something primal was building up in me and, I think, her as well.

"Why did you pick me out? How the fuck did you know?" she said, taking another swig of the cheap, harsh vodka. "How did you know you could do all this?" she said, waving her hand around the room. "I don't have fucking anything of my own anymore..." She was so sad and pathetic at that moment. Drunk enough to be angry. To challenge me. It only made me want her more. I gripped the skinny little cunt by the neck and shoved her into the wall. I liked how her head rebounded off it, and then I lifted her until she was on her tiptoes. I squeezed her neck harder, watching her face slowly become an entirely different color from the rest of her body.

"Because I could fucking smell you a mile away. I could see it in how you walked. How you moved. I knew I wasn't the first, and I sure as hell won't be the fucking last. I know," I said, jabbing three fingers from my free hand into her cunt, finding it sopping, "because of this," I said. I smeared her juices on her face and let her go. If not for the wall behind her, she would have fallen down. "That smell? Those juices? That is who and what you fucking are, and you know it." When she glared at me, I slapped her. That didn't stop her from glaring, so I followed it up with another slap, and then I backhanded her. She almost fell over then. Instead of falling, however, she rushed forward and shoved me. I was caught off guard by it and stumbled over her heels, landing on her bed. She was on me in a second. I half expected her to start clawing at my face, biting and hitting me. But she didn't. She was wild, she was furious, but she needed something else.

She hopped on my lap, pushed me down, and slowly mounted my cock. Curious and hard, I let her take control. I was seeing some hidden part of her and wasn't about to interrupt her. I felt this was the most honest she'd ever been around me. Jessica grabbed my wrists and shoved them against her breasts. Her breathing was erratic, her eyes almost insane.

"Pinch my nipples," she told me, a desperate need in her eyes as she rocked on my cock. "Tug them hard. Short, hard tugs. Call me Jessie. Not Jess. Not Jessica. Call me Jessie," she said as she started to cry. I did as she said. My fingertips gripped her nipples, jerking them in short, clearly painful tugs. She was sobbing harder now, fucking herself for all she was worth on my cock. "Fucking call me Jessie. Tell me to be a good girl," she screamed. I obliged.

"That's it, Jessie. Fuck my cock. Fuck it! That's right. Be a good girl, Jessie. Be a good girl, and don't tell anyone about this. It'll be our special little secret." She began to hyperventilate but only fucked me harder, impaling herself on my dick so hard I was almost afraid she was gonna hurt me. But she didn't. She took me deep, rocking back and forth as she squirted on my cock. I kept tugging her sore nipples, loving the grunting she was making as she kept milking me. "So fucking good, Jessie. You're such a good girl, aren't you? Aren't you?" I said as she started fucking me harder again. Panting, tensing on my cock, she began speaking.

"Yes, yes, I'll be fucking good. I'll be fucking good," Jessica said, and I twisted her nipples until she screamed and then came inside her. She dropped against my chest, sobbing, and I held her as she cried. We lay there for over an hour until Jessica finally stopped crying. She looked at me with a look of fear she'd never given me before. "Will... will you stay tonight?" she asked. How could I refuse? I had finally met her. I had finally met who Jessica really was.

"Yes, Jessie," I said, squeezing her between my arms. "I'll stay the night."