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“Tell me you hate her! YOU CAN’T STAND THAT CUNT. Say you love Daddy! ONLY ME, ONLY EVER ME.” Maya yelled as she fucked your cunt bare. Her cock sliding in and out. You've lost count of how many hours this had gone.

You’d miscalculated. 

Pissed Maya off to the extreme. 

After the bath, the shaving, she’d grown enraged by all your prodding. Your plan backfiring, turn the two against each other. It seemed so simple, Maya and Claire were both so jealous. If you’d gotten Maya to break, she’d get you out, get you safe. 

Nope. 

Now here you were, bruised and banged up, raw. With Maya endless rage fucking. She was obsessively emptying her seed over and over. 

Her cock must be on fire by now. How had it not gone down? What had she taken?

Your arms were held behind your back, as she fucked you into the floor harder and harder. 

Your knees were bleeding on the nice carpet. 

You’d stopped yelling for Maya a while ago. Unsure on where all this aggression had come from. 

You simply stared into space as she raped you harder. You hated how it felt like a baptism. How every now and then you feel yourself gush again from her words and cock pounding to your g-spot. 

This was an odd time to consider how Maya’s dick and Claire's were different.

You felt like your womb knew that too. Every vein, the tip weeping, you knew both. An imprint inside of your cunt, they’d spent so much time inside, they were a part of your own organs now. 

Was that sweet or disgusting?

“Cum again, one more time, come on, one more time for Daddy. Be Daddy’s girl!” Maya shouted as she dug into your sweet flesh with her nails. Her cock on a warpath.

Even as Maya was losing her mind inside of you, you weren’t mad at her. Which was insane, but something about all this anger - made you realize how you had in fact thought Maya was a smaller monster.

“Daddy’s gonna breed you, fucking Hell. Fuck Claire, Mommy can’ do this! Not like this, god, I’m dripping out of you. Hold it inside, don’t waste it, babygirl.” Maya shouted as she lost herself. Covered in sweat and coursing with adrenaline. 

Her veins popping out of her neck, forehead, and arms. Face a dark red, you could picture it. 

A puddle on the perfect carpet of not just your blood, but shared sex, semen, and body fluids. 

Your nipples were sore as you pushed into the carpet, but you’d been trying to figure out the soft in between of dissociation and peace. 

This was a false prison that didn’t keep you safe, but you were sure Maya eventually had to stop. 

She had to. 

“Daddy’s pretty girl, gonna marry you - Mama can’t stop us-uh-uh.” Maya said, not losing her speed.

Snot fell down your nose, and you blinked. 

Were you hallucinating that?

No, you knew those beige colored heels anywhere, the polite end of her cream skirt. 

Maya must not have been aware of the intrusion, but the sound of the cattle prod hitting her neck was familiar. 

That zap, the smell of flesh, you’d almost forgotten your friend, the cattle prod. 

“FUCK YOU YOU RATCHED BITCH -GOD1” Maya’s body spasmed, and Claire must have zapped her two more times and pushed her backwards with it because she fell back. As opposed to on top of you. 

“You stupid cuck.” Claire spat as she pushed the caddle prod to the inside of Daddy’s thigh. Not on her sack, but close enough that Maya writhed and screamed and flipped onto her stomach. 

“You had one job.” Claire ground out with fury. 

“STOP STOP PLEASE!” Maya shuddered, bitting her tongue accidentally, blood seeping. 

“You ruined my meeting. You can’t do anything right.” 

The sound of the prod was deafening. 

You blinked and drooled, and your right foot twitched, but you didn’t run or help. 

Who would you have helped?

Claire had give you such a clear clue, and you’d ignored it.

‘“You’ll find that being attracted to psychopaths-’

You’d ignored the god damn subtext, two psychopaths. Plural. 

You licked your dry cracked lips as Maya writhed in pain and Claire, still in her meeting business dress - electecuted her over and over again. 

What you didn’t see as you laid on your stomach, with your face smushed into the carpet, facing the door. 

Was Maya was still ejaculating, it must have been excruciating. But something about Claire torturing her was really working. 

Or perhaps her body was just so spent from fucking you that this was the last bit of seed her body would ever produce.

You forget to breathe, sort of enjoying the lightheadedness as Maya orgasmed and screamed, " Sorry, Mommy.’

It was a long while later that you felt a wetness on your face.  

“Wake up.” 

The voice is clipped, but it stirs you from your sleep. 

You groaned, but didn’t move too much. 

Your body felt like it was held down by rocks. Not a chance in the world of getting up. 

You make a questioning groaning noise. 

A wet washcloth rubs at your face again, you flinch now.

“Expecting Maya? Hmm? Or is that how you say hi to me now?” The joke fell flat; obviously, Claire wasn’t happy. 

You open one eye, and your captor sees how bloodshot it is. 

She pushed a straw into your mouth. 

“Drink.” Your politician instructs, and you taste blood in your mouth. Trying to lick your lips, you feel how dehydrated you truly are. 

“Stop being difficult, drink.” Claire’s got zero warmth, and you don’t want to have her break like Maya did. So you sip, it’s pediliate and you gag at it’s flavor. 

Your stomach is sour and everything hurts.

“Stop that, drink slow.” Claire instructed and you swallow whatever bile was trying to come up. 

“You just had to play with Daddy, couldn’t just behave for a little while. I’m trying to run the free world, and I have to see you playing with her? The stupid cuck snapped, bet you didn’t think that through huh? No don’t fall asleep.” 

Claire sighs, disappointed in everyone. 

You take another sip, and this time you try to down the whole thing. Your body recognizes it as a liquid. 

“I said slowly, don’t start-” Claire grinds out, and you blink up at her before losing the plot once more. 

A shout comes from the other room, but your eyes roll back in your head. Hearing Claire’s anger roar once more.

“God damn it Maya.”

When you wake again, your sitting up, in the TV room. In a very beige robe, which is confusing. Seeing as how you hadn’t worn clothes in so long, it was warm and nice. 

You try to move your arms to rub at your tired eyes, only to notice that your wrists are bound to the chair, the soft kind they do in psyche wards. 

Huh. 

You hear the TV, and grimace at the light, CNN blasts, and you immediately recognize Claire. Oh, and the beige skirt end, yeah, you’d seen that, you think. 

You try to twist, noticing that you're definitely on pain meds, every sensation is dull, every movement takes more work. 

You try to swallow dry, looking to your left, there’s an IV bag and a line into your arm.

Of course, Governor DeBella had some kind of doctor on call for her house pets. 

“Baby?” A voice cracks, pathetically, and you try to turn towards the voice. 

It’s Maya, but she’s uh - in what looks like a large dog crate?

“Fuck, I’m so, so, so, so, so, sorry. You have no idea how sorry I am.” Maya babbled over and over again. 

You saw her naked, only in her designer stockings and thong, a large chain around her neck with a lock, a zap collar, in a black animal crate. It’s bars are tight and the padlock is thick and unmovable. 

The great Marketing head of Continental Studios wasn’t even able to sit up, only lay on her stomach or on all fours. 

You see her, makeup smeared, cock in a black cage. 

Her cock was looking in need of medical attention, weeping and hard in her confinement. 

Claire must have given her a little blue pill as part of her punishment. 

“Baby, I can’t tell you enough -I’d never hurt you - just got so upset and you said that stuff, and I’m- I fucked up, baby. I’m so sorry-I love you-I.” Maya was falling all over her apologies. 

Your head felt heavy as your neck tried to prop you up. 

You eyed her and laughed, drugged and sore. 

You let out a full belly laugh. 

“Shhh, hey hey- What’s going on? No I love you please talk to me! I’m your Daddy, right? I fuck up sometimes!” Maya is yelling at you and it’s just so on brand. Have you ever loved anyone normal?

You just kept laughing, it probably wasn’t funny. 

I mean - you before being abused on a rooftop party and then sent to a police station, kidnapped out of a town car, and held captive in a lavish politician's home as a sex slave. To mentally break and emotionally manipulate like a toy turned to a stepford wife situation, before all of that. You’d probably feel awful seeing even your most toxic ex, who you didn’t love nearly as much as Maya, in a cage. 

But one's sense of humor changes around psychopaths. 

You laughed, and laughed, and laughed some more. 

Maya stopped apologizing and just seemed to watch, horrified at the final straw breaking in your mental stability. 

The look on her face only made you laugh some more. 

Until finally you calmed yourself, lasting with only a few hiccups. 

“God, I hope there’s morphine in this.” You finally admit to looking up at the IV bag. 

“My love, do you know where you are? Boo, can you answer me?” Maya asked like perhaps you’d forgotten the situation. 

“Governor turned one day President Claire DeBella personal prison. Only I got a bigger suite than you it seems.” You giggle and gasp out of breath. 

“You thought I was stupid.” Maya groaned, her hands turning to fists as she leaned on them. 

“I loved you.” You say instead, staring ahead. Not missing how Mayas head spun in shock at you.

“Not enough to marry me, enough to toy with me. Even after I tried to save you, you still manipulated- stop it.” Maya insists, but you're laughing again.

Your elbow itched but your wrists are bound too tight for you to so much as fidget. 

“Sorry, I was just lost in how you're still the victim in this. Please go on, I’m the whore who wouldn’t settle down. Your the victim with a ring and a video camera. I’m so sorry I tried to see if you’d fight back. I’m so sorry I didn’t see that you were a monster too. I mean, after all this, I should have, you were so busy playing Daddy, I guess I just figured you were less of a threat. Easier to break, but here you are-“ you turn to look at your ex. 

Unblinking, unfeeling, a fine look in your eye.

So much for the plan. 

You weren’t such a smart bird after all.

Maya looks positively gutted by your words.

“- I think you're in more trouble than you realize. You played too hard with Mommy’s property. Seems like the dynamic has changed? Or are you such a bad dog you can’t smell when you're in your own shit?” You say plainly, no longer putting in any niceties. Not interested in catching flies with honey anymore. 

“I love you,” Maya says more to the ground than to you. The seems of her fancy stockings have a run, her thong dirty with cum sticks to her. 

“You and Claire don’t know how to do that.” You answer back, letting your head lull to the side, exhausted. 

Staring at the TV as Claire’s press conference played, you read the captains. Seems she did use your insight after all. Not just giving you a little enrichment puzzle like a child, Claire liked your intellect enough to use it. 

“You don’t believe that,” Maya whispers so brokenly, but you’re past feeling sorry for her. 

You watch the reporter asking Claire questions, watch how her eyes don’t track. How well she masks, greenlighting as a human, a kind being. 

Someone who goes to PTA meetings, has cute kids, a politician of the people. 

God what kind of kids did she have? Wherever they were out there in some prestigious prep school of Hogwarts. Were they little killers too?

You ignore Maya, but she keeps speaking to you. 

“If we didn’t love you, you wouldn’t be here. What do you call all of this? Claire and I love you. We’re just….different.” She tracks what you're watching, then scoffs. 

“I know you must somehow, deep down, know that this, that- I didn’t mean to. I snapped. I lost my- I think I just…I’ve never loved like this and, and sometimes I get mixed up. This isn’t coming out right.”

Maya tries to explain, but it just sounds like she’s spiraling. A kid reasoning with herself about killing the family pet, just to see what it would do. 

You watch them talk on the screen, their lips moving, perfectly touched up, airbrushed, and their wardrobes. You used to know film, really understand the business. 

That all felt like a lifetime ago now. 

The time you were head of the studio, that was a different person.

What with Claire and Maya fucking with you by telling you how much time had passed?

Who had lied? 

Had you even been in the basement for a month?  Two months? Six months? It was all part of the game. 

Claire had explained it and you’d been too cock drunk to really get it. 

They were breaking you.

That’s two Claire, one for Maya, and zero for you. The game wasn’t looking good. 

You’d played the wrong card. 

You bite your bottom lip, savoring the blood that gushes. 

Reminiscing on your past mistakes.

How quickly you humped and begged, had fallen in love with your beast. Just like the stupid cartoon. 

“I think she’ll tire of you long before she does me.” You interject, and Maya settles in the dog crate. 

You smirk and look at her with enough spite to make the room drop a degree. 

Something in you was sure that Claire was watching, that your descent into madness was making her so very proud. 

It made your heart fill at the very idea, making Mommy proud. 

You try not to look up at the camera, swiveling to get a better look at you. 

The IV bag drips, and you feel a new sickness cover your bones.

Unsure what stage of Stockholm you're in, but you feel a new adrenaline coursing through you. 

You bear your teeth at your lover;

“I have to say, you look damn good in cage Daddy.”