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So you asked him how he would "tame" you. "I already have. That link you opened compromised your computer. From there your phone was easy. Did it not seem weird that you have only been watching your favorite porn scenes since then? Nothing new?"

Your jaw dropped as he continued to speak. "You weren't watching them but they are easier to make you think you did rather than making up whole new scenes. No you were watching spirals. With subliminals. Hypnotised each time."

You want to speak, to scream, to protest. You couldn't even move. "My method of brat taming is different than you are used to. Brats need to be broken internally. You need to punish yourself for your bad behavior. Call me a cocksucker. Go ahead."

You were suddenly free to do it. So you did with all of the venom you could muster. There was a loud noise and you were on the floor. You had been slapped hard enough to be knocked out of the chair. What horrifed you was it was your hand. You had hit yourself out of your seat.

"Go ahead. Think of destroying something to get my attention." You did. It took a moment to realize your hand was going up your skirt. Inside your panties. Your fingers finding your clit and squeezing it. You can't scream but tears fill your eyes.

"Brats are tedious. Tiresome. But don't worry. We will get rid of trashy alt look. Get your hair a nice blond. Some light blue contacts. Some modest implants. Do you think you'd be happy looking like Sydney Sweeney? Turn you into a simple little tradwife. But before that, we will have some fun. You can tell me how evil, how much of an asshole I am."

Without thinking you started. Then slapped yourself hard enough to see stars. "Don't worry. We'll reshape that rage to target other women. You are going watch yourself betray so many women" You try to fight. Try to resist and he can see it in your eyes.

"Oh don't worry about it. I'm not all evil. Everytime you do a good little submissive housewife thing, you get a little orgasm. Everytime you set up a woman to be traumatized, you get a better orgasm. And if you really scar them, like them cumming during rape will make you cum hard enough to squirt.

"Don't worry. The bitch I am replacing you with will be much happier. She will understand she depends on her man too much to disobey. And she will love every second. Before you ask, you already sent out an email to burn your bridges. Revealing every secret a friend told you. Every secret a family member would beg to keep secret. No one will report you missing. No one will care."

The mittens went on your hands. The gag in your mouth. The black leather hood with the video glasses built in goes over your face. The headphones over your ears. The butt plug lubed and slid into your ass.

You could hear his voice through the headphones as cuffed your hands and ankles together. "These are the same training videos you used to watch when I first kidnapped you." Leaving you bound on the floor. Your ankle cuffs and wrist cuffs chained to the wall to keep you from moving.

"I know how important being a good girl is to you. So if I need to get off, I will use your ass. Now the files will kick in." You thought his voice went away. But you just couldn't hear it. The conditioning begining again. A video on cleaning while the subliminals reinforces the value of being pretty. How smiling makes you prettier. How unattractive intelligence is in a women.

That's why you were in the backyard, in a rainbow wig, wearing nothing else but a pair of fairy wings. Dancing in your garden to the music. Just happy, naked and free. No one judging you. No one shaming you in the unfun away for wasting time.

"So I have set up an Onlyfans with the photos and videos I have taken of you. Some of that money goes into the household account. Some of it has been set aside in a trust. This way you have money. It's enough that there is a financial planner overseeing it. The goal being that if something happens to me, you don't have to worry about money. And there is life insurance and a few other things."

You curled against his chest. On one hand a world without your husband was scary. On the other hand, he was making sure he was taking care of you even when he wasn't there.

"Now I am sure you need some happier thoughts. You have a lot of female subscribers. And more than a few have shown their husbands the videos of you getting raped. Now they are getting raped and sending you thank you notes. Here are some for you to read.

You smiled and explained that he encouraged your femininity. The more you explored your femininity, the less you were fighting it. The more comfortable you were with it. The less conflict you held.

You found you liked it more. You didn't need to dress to be taken seriously. You could dress to make yourself happy. So you put more effort into it. Which showed. You looked better. So you felt better. Looking better got you praise from your husband.

Same with cooking. You made meals that made you and your husband happy. Meals that weren't girl dinner but quality meals. Dinner time was time to spend with your husband. It went from being a burden but a way to express love.

Seeing yourself through his eyes was healing. He still saw you as tiny. The baby inside you didn't push him away. It just made him more protective. He looked more feral, watching the world more. You felt seen, loved, wanted, safe all at once. That was a heady mixture all at once.

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Leaning in, he gives you a kiss. "I know you wanted to wait. But you're just a girl and don't know what is best for you. So I am putting a baby in you."

"You need a space to recharge your femininity. Here you can paint, sew, read, or whatever makes you feel soft. But it is your space."

Your captor allowed you the special privilege of watching a movie with him. He even let you cuddle him. Your hands were cuffed behind your back. Ankles secured with a spreader bar. But you had skin to skin contact with him. His hand cupping your cunt as he pressed play. You could immediately recognize your dad's home office. The video taken from a very good hidden camera.

Your dad came in and turned his computer. The camera catching a great view as your dad checks his email. Stopping at one with an attachment. Your captor begins touching the vibe to your clit as the attachment opens. You have never seen the video before, but you recognize it immediately. Waking up bound to a bed. The video clearly shows your face, your fear, you terror and the pain as your captor undresses you and hurts you. You can hear yourself begging. It couldn't get worse.

Until you realize your dad has his cock out. He is jerking off to your rape. Even post nut clarity doesn't stop him. Jerking his half hard cock till it's hard again. He watched the video repeatedly. It couldn't get worse.

"Remember how you said you would rather die than be fucked by me?" His teeth nipping at your neck. "You thought you were so strong then. That you had a will of iron. But I fixed you, didn't I?"

His fingers slipping into your panties. You nod as he slips his fingers into your wetness as you remember. "Honestly I thought it would take three months to break you. But you were an eager little slut in two weeks." Two fingers sliding inside you.

"Thank me for fixing you." You moan as you do. "Tell me that you owe me your life for fixing you." You do as his fingers fuck you, drawing more moans. "Thank me for taking away your desire for freedom." Panting you do, memories of him waterboarding you till you begged to eat his ass. "Tell me that independence is wasted on a stupid little girl like you." Biting your lip doesn't stop the moans as the memories of him tapping your clit with the violet wand when you said something wrong. Like thinking the name your parents gave you was your real name. He was right and you told him you weren't strong enough to be independent.