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 12th chapter, chapter 11 can be found here - https://www.reddit.com/r/sexstories/comments/1dtkujf/the_good_girl_chapter_11_m35f18dub_conhair/

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

Hearing Jessica tell me thank you for making her an internet whore and pissing down her throat was magnificent. She looked so beyond shattered. Left to her own devices, my broken little toy would probably never recover. But leaving her a breathing pile of shattered dreams and expectations would be cruel. No, I wanted to make her something. And to do that, I would have to grind the remaining shards of her soul to dust, then put what remained back together. She had been tragically beautiful before. By the time I was done, she would be tragic but glorious.

"Get up, cunt," I told her. I could have used the word "he" had called her, Jessie, but I didn't want that aspect of her. Not yet. When she moved too slowly for my liking, I grabbed that pixie hair and jerked her up to standing as she whimpered. I wanted to devour her. In her stockings, crotchless panties, and a bra that exposed those poor little nipples, she looked like the most stunning and fragile creature on the planet. And I was going to destroy her. My cock stiffened as I grabbed her arm, squeezing hard, and took her down to my room. She offered no resistance. I think those days were done. Oh, she'd whimper and beg, but fight? No, her days of truly resisting me were done. I walked her to the foot of my bed and shoved her forward as hard as I could. She hit the mattress hard, falling face down before slowly getting up on her hands and knees. I grabbed her head again and all but dragged her as she sobbed to the head of the bed, shoving her face down.

"Stay, dog," I barked at her, and she did. I pulled straps from one side of the bed, then the other, as I started securing her limbs. Once her arms and legs were restrained, I ran my hand along her leg to her ass, massaging it as I sat down. I slid my hand further up her back, to her neck, and I gripped it as I leaned down over her. "Do you want to scream?" I asked her. She was slow to answer. Her breathing was almost panting, and I swore I could feel her heartbeat through her warm skin.

"Y... y... y... y... yes, Sir," finally forced out. I wondered if she had always had a nervous stutter or if some traumatic night had given her one. I so hoped for the latter. She deserved a reward for that, though.

"Good girl," I told her softly. I jerked her head to the side and kissed her lips, eye, and forehead with care and implied affection. Then I stood up, took a long leather belt from the wall, and gave her what she had asked for. I made the cunt scream. I didn't know if she'd ever been hurt like this. I didn't know if I was reawakening some past horror or some secret fantasy. That wasn't the point. While much of what I had done had been to mold her, this was for me. I wasn't gentle as I swung down the leather belt on her ass. I didn't ramp up or give her time to adjust to the intensity. I started at 100. And her screams were music. She tensed, pulling at her restraints as I let loose on her. Bright red welts slowly grew on her skin, marking every lash. I hit her back, her thighs, then her ass again. I moved to the end of the bed and aimed between her parted legs. I don't know if I merely hit her taint or managed to belt her wet cunt. I just know she shrieked and pissed herself. It was a beautiful sight.

"Did that hurt?" I asked as I sat by her again. I stroked her hair, petting her like I would a beloved dog. There was no difference to her, I'm pretty sure. Affection was affection. She couldn't even breathe, and I knew her body was overwhelmed. I held my hand over the welts and felt the heat radiating off them. I thought about raking my fingernails over her abused skin, but I wanted now to bring out her best self. "Did it, Jessie?" I asked, my voice soft as I kissed her cheek. Her face was marked by agony, struggling to breathe, sobbing, drooling, with snot running out of her nose. Somehow, that made her only more sexy.

"Pf....Pf....hu....hu...y...yes... yes," she finally forced out. I slid over her body and removed her restraints. She started to ball up once freed, but I pulled her on my lap instead. I held her tight, shushing her.

"There there, Jessie. I'm so proud of you. You took that so well. You know that, right?" I asked her as she clung to me like I was the only thing in the world. She buried her face against my chest and nodded affirmatively. I smiled as I held her, and when I reached between my legs and pushed my cock into her drenched hole, she didn't resist. Indeed, the second I started to rock, she moved with me even more intensely. It was intoxicating to see and feel the desperate change that moved through her. I knew she was still in so much pain. She pressed her head deeper against my chest and started humping my cock as wild desperation overtook her. I raked my nails on her back to reward that change in her. She tensed wonderfully against my cock, but didn't stop. Not anymore. I don't think she could stop now.

"Such a good girl, you know that, right? You know how to keep being a good girl, too, don't you, Jessie," I asked. She nodded, grinding hard on my cock, grunting, her eyes feral. "Keep me happy, and you'll always be," I said. I shoved her off me onto her back, then grabbed both of her ankles and shoved them towards her head. I grabbed a pillow and jammed it under her raw, welt-covered ass, and then pushed inside her shitter. It was slow going without lube, but I didn't care. I needed her to hurt. She needed to break. Folded in half, her knees against her chest, feet by her head, I reamed her ass as my skin slapped against hers, making her scream and grunt and cry and moan. That only egged me on harder, all but raping that beautiful ass until I shoved deep and filled it with cum. She panted, looking at me, and when I leaned forward to kiss her, the desperation with which she kissed me back was both pathetic and fantastic. She shoved her tongue in my mouth as if her life depended on it, and I savored making out with "Jessie" until my cock slipped out of her ass. Thankfully, it was nowhere as messy as last time, though I still got up and wiped myself off with a towel before tossing it in the trash. I started to wash myself clean, then returned to the room again.

"Time to be the bestest girl ever, Jessie," I said cruelly. "Clean me off." It was hilarious to watch her amble over, ready to suck my cock, then watch as her nose wrinkled.

"It... it... it...," she stuttered. Each repetition was fainter and fainter as she looked up at me. I smiled, patted her head, and then pushed her against my dick which still had streaks of brown on it. There were no clumps of filth to deal with, but I'm sure she tasted it all the same. I saw her retch a bit, and a part of me hoped she would. Then I would have made her clean that mess up as well. I was in too dark of a mood to take it easy on her. I'd been easy enough. Somehow, the good girl powered through it all, slathering my cock with her drool as she eliminated every trace of her ass off of it. She looked pale when she finished, and I lovingly kissed her eyes and forehead. Her lips, well, they weren't going to be kissed until she brushed her teeth.

"Good girl. I know you could do it. You can do anything, can't you?" I asked as I made her head nod. Her eyes saw through me as she likely came to grips with the fact that she had all but been a toilet tonight. I let her head go, and she started coughing before she bolted off the bed and into the bathroom. There, I heard her finally puke. She'd get used to it. It's who she was now, whether she knew it or not. I walked to the bathroom, denying her any privacy as she wiped and cleaned up the mess from her ass, her skin an alabaster shade of white I didn't think possible. I opened a new toothbrush and handed it to her, and once done, I kissed her deeply. As I did, I crushed her nipples in my fingertips and loved the way her lips quivered against mine as she started crying again.

"I only whipped one side, Jessie. Don't you think the rest of you needs belting?" Fresh tears flowed down her face as I made her look at me.

"I... y... y... y... P... Pl... please...," she said. I felt her heart hammering in her chest against mine. "Please...," she finally forced out, "hurt me more." I didn't know if she actually wanted it anymore or not. Her endurance was mediocre at best. But I didn't care. I led her to the bed again and strapped her down on it. Her fear was palpable, and I ate it up. One loud crack, and she writhed and screamed, trying to reach for her aching cunt. Four more loud slaps rang out in the room as she arched her back, fighting with the leather cuffs holding her fast to my bed. She was trying to say something, begging, most likely, but I didn't care. More swings brought it down on her thighs, on her belly, and then a few more swings on her pussy. I watched red welts blossom all over her skin and I leaned over her, kissing her injured kitty. It was too much sensation for her, and she struggled to even get air as her chest hitched violently. I bit her clit, not too hard, and then moved up to her chest.

"This is gonna hurt, Jessie. But I need this. And you deserve this. Say you deserve this, Jessie," I ordered. I was honestly shocked she had tears to give anymore. I listened to her stutter and try to breathe as I prepared to give her tits, and especially those injured nipples, some "love."

"I... I... I... god... I... I... Please... Uh...uh....uh... I... d... d... deserve t... th... this," she finally, pathetically forced out. There was no light in those eyes. She believed it. She knew it was the truth. And I started making sure she would never forget it. I aimed the tip of the belt each time at her exposed nipples, pushed out, raw, purple, and begging to be hurt. She screamed, and I think she pissed herself again, though I wasn't paying attention. She kept yelling as I brought down the belt again and again, focusing on those tender nipples that I had hurt so much the past two days. I didn't stop when she started thrashing. I didn't stop when she went limp for a moment. I didn't stop until one of them sprouted red. It wasn't much, but it looked perfect on her almost white skin. It was like everything I had done had drained the color from her. She had never been paler, never more beautiful. She seemed almost translucent, with glowing red welts crisscrossing her body. Her chest shuddered erratically, and I leaned down to taste the blood coming from her left teat. Sated, I unhooked her and then put her body over my shoulder. She barely reacted to that, instead laying limp on me as she made soft whimpering sounds.

I took her past my shower to the guest bedroom. There, I laid her down, and as she cried in silence, I drew a bath for her. I would have preferred to have showered with her, but I didn't trust her ability to stand. She was ten feet and a million miles away from me at this moment. Once it was filled, I went to undress her. Her nipples were swollen purple and hurt just to look at. They were beautiful. She was beautiful. She whimpered as I pulled off her bra, and her tits had little rings where they had pressed against the open hole in the fabric. I picked her up and lowered her into the tub, sobbing freshly again as the hot water enveloped her.

"There there," I said as I gently washed my broken toy and carefully cleaned her battered body. "You're such a good girl, Jessie," I said, and she leaned over and held me with soapy arms. I gently washed her, paying special attention to her welts and small bits of broken skin. She couldn't stand easily, so I pulled her up and brought her back to the guest bed, where I dried her off. I pulled back the blankets and pulled her tight against me. She started crying again. It wasn't from the pain. I actually felt bad for her then. That something so simple could break her.

"T... tell... tell me that you love me," she forced out suddenly. "E... e... even... even if you don't mean it." I smiled and kissed the back of her neck, then made her face me. Starting with her forehead, I kissed down her face to her salty eyes, nose, and then her lips. I kissed her for a long time, then pulled away, resting on my elbow as I stared at her.

"Jessie. I'm not going to lie to you. Starting this weekend, I'm going to change you forever. Your life, looks, and body will never be the same. You belong to me now, do you understand?" I said, and when she slowly nodded, I continued. "You are mine, Jessie. Of course I love you," I told her, lying through my teeth. "I'll always love my good girl."