The day is just like any other. Truth to be told, the world day has lost all meaning, where I keep you there's no windows, no way to know how many times the sun has risen and set since I've brought you here. The only way for you to mark the passage of time is by how many times I use you. Before you were broken, when you thought there was something else you'd do with your life, you tried to keep track of your abuse. As best as you can figure, I'd fill your ass with my cum 20 times a day, keeping you plugged whenever I wasn't using you, only letting your ass drain and tighten back up when I was finally satisfied for the day.

You hear my footsteps behind you, and your entire body begins to tremble in anticipation. You half remember a time where my approach terrified you, when you'd beg me to be gentle, only to be ignored and anally raped. Now, you know the truth. This is what you were made for. You couldn't imagine a life without me using your asshole as my cumdump anymore than you could imagine a life without breathing.

Truth to be told, your imagination only focuses on one thing. It's been so long since I've brought you here, so long since your only human contact was my cock forcing your ass open, that it's all you can think of. During the small breaks when I'm not pumping in and out of you, selfishly enjoying how tight your hole is after so much abuse, all you can think about is how long it'll be until the next time and how hard you'll cum.

Before I trained you, you didn't think cumming from anal was something you were capable of. You experimented, but it didn't mean as much to you as it does now. Now that you're mine, every time I decide I need to rape your asshole again you feel like you cum even harder than the last time. Your neglected pussy squirts against my full balls because of how dehumanized you've become, and how much you've come to love being a fuckdoll. You cum not only because of the pleasure of my cock always finding new parts of your bowels to mark as mine, but because you know that you're doing what you were meant for, letting me abuse your ass. You feel prouder when your ass makes me cum inside you than you ever did in your old life.

There's no hope for you. Maybe you remember what you used to be named, but for the only part of your life you were called "my buttslut" or "my anal whore". You can't decide which of your new names you like more. Even if I untied you and pushed you out the door, you'd be on your knees begging me to take you back and use you, the loneliness you feel when you're not being assraped is a devastating feeling you'd do anything to avoid. You'd do anything for me, and you feel like the luckiest fuckslave in the world, because what I want to do to you is your favorite thing, anal rape.

I rest one hand on your ass, and you groan, pushing your hips against me. I pull the plug from your eager hole, and you instinctively wink it for me, showing your readiness as one of the creampies from earlier today leaks out and runs down your pussy. Tears of happiness come to your eyes when my cock fills you again.

You wouldn't trade your life for anything. As my hand cups your tit, while my thrusts start getting rougher, you know nothing could ever replace your satisfaction you feel every day. You're excited, you're hoping you'll break your record of how many loads your tight ass can pull from my cock.