Well, this should be announced.
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If you aren’t of the legal age in your country, feel free to close this and move on. Because, I definitely won’t poison young minds…
… Other than in my stories.
Every character is fictional, and any and every resemblance to real life is completely coincidental.
And NEVER try to do any stupid sexual things in real life. It not only would destroy you, but also your loved one’s lives.
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Amelia*
Knocks on the door resounded around the place, waking me up from the pitiful slumber I was having. Dry crusts of cum covered my body, grinding against my skin as I moved.
Ugh, shit.
I hated this, even though I had woke up like this almost thrice now.
Being under the leash of my inner-slut, bathing myself in cum, it was what I have been doing for days now.
I’d lost all the reservations I had; I am not ashamed to admit it. But, I really was disappointed in myself.
Well, I would partially blame my inner-slut for it— the voice in my head pushing me to do slutty things—which had been eerily quiet for quite a while.
“Mi…” A womanly voice echoed from the other side of the door.
For a moment, my heart leaped out thinking that someone has arrived to save me.
Did the police find me!?
My handcuff rattled as I leaned against the door, whispering, “…help…”
But, my hopes got crushed soon enough as the line it followed was, “Mi, this is Agatha.”
“What the fuck do you want!?”
I pulled against the handcuffs, my exhaustion vanishing from my body, rage replacing it. I banged against the door with my free hand, wanting to beat her bloody face down into the dirt.
“Mi… Hear what I have to say.” She said, “Don’t let your imposter-self dissuade you. Please, Mi, you know you have always been a slut. You like this. You want this. You can do this. You can break free of your chains. And you can take your rightful place over the doctor’s false self, you know it”
The control over my body vanished instantly, as it had over the course of blowjobs during the past days. My hands refused to move, and my mouth refused to spew the curses I wanted it to.
Agatha, knowing what she had caused to me, continued, “You know that she will lock you away, never to see the light of the day after she escapes here, if she escapes. You know you will never be free. I know this, just like you do.”
I fumed inside, hating that my body wasn’t in my control anymore and that the old hag was trying to manipulate my own self against me. It shouldn’t be possible; multiple personalities don’t feel the loss of control over their bodies when they switch, they just… switch… and after they switch back they would remember nothing. But my condition was definitely unique. And I heard, saw and remembered everything my split personality is hearing, seeing or doing.
If I had to bet, that old bitch knew something I didn’t know about why I was like this.
“Don’t listen to her. You are me. I am you. I will never go against myself, will I?” I tried my best to get through to my inner-slut, who refused to relish control back to me.
She stayed silent through my pleas, rendering them inefficient.
… It wasn’t a good sign.
“Mi, I am here for you. I will be here, whatever you choose. But, think about yourself, before thinking about others.” Her voice held so much command as she added,
“You are the real one. You can lock her away like she did, if you want to.”
With those fleeting but nevertheless strong points, that old hag Agatha’s presence left the place, without another word. I was furious. Yet, at the same time I was freaking out thinking about the possibilities.
What if Agatha succeeded in turning me against me? What will happen to me, if I lost complete control of my body and my inner-self managed to lock me away? What will be my fate if my inner-slut decided that she didn’t want me?
It shouldn’t be possible. I was the real one, and my inner-slut was just a fragment which broke off from me.
I still should be the one with full control, in theory, but what if I had already became the fragment in our mind and in this short time she had become the main one? Was that possible?
“We will be together. I promise, I will never do anything she said. I am not a threat… please… don’t listen to her…” I couldn’t get a better reasoning to plead inside my mind.
However evil that old bitch might be, she still was experienced, and in this situation, my mind could never, in a hundred years, contemplate what was happening to me let alone find solutions. All I could do was to plead and promise…
… And hope that my inner-self doesn’t think me as a threat…
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My job, literally the blowjobs to random men, continued through the next day.
My inner-slut, despite being silent, continued her promise of carrying me through the blowjobs, as I sat back in the recess of our mind, just thinking.
I expertly manipulated the shaft in my mouth, humming periodically, enjoying every second of this. The man on the other side groaned, and my inner-slut giggled, continuing our job.
My mind sighed, watching the scene unfold. To be frank, this was most probably the hundredth time I had sighed in the past few hours. She never really gave control back of my body to me after the confrontation Agatha put me through…
*sigh* I had been sitting on the back of our mind for hours…
Whelp, at least she was doing her work and was not freaking protesting against me!
I heard her thoughts continuously and knew she was contemplating what Agatha said. She hasn’t even come close to decide what she wanted to do, but yeah, she was contemplating everything while giving periodic orals to the wall.
I felt everything she felt, as I sat back in our mind, and she was fucking aroused and humming with happiness 24/7.
And, I was thankful that her thoughts were really slow to catch up from the arousal, because it gave me a lot of time to determine what I should do now.
Another moan slipped through my mouth, reverberating around the place and I was rewarded with a groan from the other side. It felt satisfying, to hear men pant and beg, to hear their errant breathing, knowing that I was the one in control. I let my inner-slut continue, as I thought back to… things.
I know that this captivity situation started flooding arousal into my mind, after I lost my fear and hunger. Continuous humiliation aroused my body, after I accepted that I had no choice. Feeling these things, I lost track of what was real, and I didn’t know whose emotions were they. Was it mine? Or was it my inner-slut’s emotions?
Was I a slut myself…?
I focused back on my inner-slut, shooing away the thoughts.
The dick in my hand started spewing cum all over me after just a few strokes, and he knocked, pulling back. A satisfied moan left my mouth, as I rubbed that cum on me, relishing the new coat of it on my breasts. Soon after, I heard shuffles and just like that he was gone.
I rested my head, as I tried getting control back but was met with resistance from my inner-self once again.
She was adamant about not giving up control over my motor functions, even when we were resting. She did all the work, she made my hands work and she made me moan.
I did nothing; I have to remember that I did nothing wrong here, if I wish to keep my sanity from breaking.
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Another cock poked in my face, not even seconds had passed, and I took it in my hands, without a moment to lose. And I started wondering if there was a line outside.
It seemed as if I had gotten popular and maybe they even had a ticket stall outside saying, “Public convenience slut gives blowjobs for one cent”
It wasn’t a pretty picture, but bathing in shameful arousal for the past few days, my mind flushed with the traitorous arousal, instantly moisturizing my pussy from just one thought.
The sign suddenly didn’t seem that bad a thing, when I actually think.
I was nothing but a public slut…
… Wait…
Wait, wait, wait, what am I thinking?
No, no, don’t think like that… I shouldn’t think like this.
Ugh man. Feeling arousal continuously seriously does some weird things to your brain.
My inner slut giggled, as her thoughts became clear to me, and I noticed that she liked the fact that I was ‘breaking out of my shell.’
I knew, from medical reports, that my brain would rewire itself to like this, soon enough, after being exposed to this many an arousal in this short time.
As much as I didn’t want to, I was slowly becoming a slut.
Moaning in appreciation, relishing control for the first time to me after hours of fighting me, she whispered, “Yes, we are a slut.”
Gently rubbing the crown with my palm, I used every damn technique I learnt to appease this new tiny cock in my workspace.
It was a chore now, rubbing flaccid cocks to full erection, stimulating them, and being the cum-dumpster.
Without my inner-slut to lead me, I did all the work by myself. I stroked it, I licked it like a Popsicle, I relished very second of it, till the tiny cock flew around, strands of cum flying all over the place. He pulled back, and I wiped the little strand of cum on my eye with my finger and licked my finger clean.
My inner slut giggled, saying,
“See, we are a slut.”
“Are you going to speak to me again?” I asked, “Or are you going to try and shut me out again?”
She went silent again, not replying to me, but I knew she was still looking at her options.
… Maybe Agatha was right. Maybe she knew that the only way I would survive this was either turning into a slut, or after giving full control in to my inner-slut.
There was no other way.
I know I would never be the same after this. But, I had to try…
I’d try to escape, in whatever way I can, so I could get my vengeance.
… And you are damn right I will slap that old bitch around.
I may never be the same doctor prodigy I was before coming here, but I would escape this… either obliterated from my own body, or as a better and stronger girl.
There was no other way. No other way out.
If I was going leave this area… I either needed to coexist with my inner-self as a fellow slut, or let her take the lead forever.
… No other way out…
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Lindsay*
The professor droned on and on about the nervous system.
“Emotions, it is a product of how our nervous system and brain was designed. It doesn’t exist, as we think it does. It is just an illusion as the researchers have proved.” She stood at the front of the hall, with a chalk, as she started drawing a poor imitation of the brain.
I clutched the table tight with my hands, painfully digging my nails in the wood, as I clenched my teeth tight to stop the thoughts going through my brain. The more the professor droned on, the more my irritation spiked.
“So, who could do the honor of reciting every liquid inside our skull?”
My head lolled to the side. My hair draping over the half of my face, I continued calming myself down… her asking questions only served to irritate me further.
“Miss Dozer. Would you do the honors?”
It snapped my leashed patience. I slammed the book down, got my backpack and draped it over my shoulders. The place was silent, other than the professor’s yell, “Miss Dozer! Where do you think you are going!?”
I didn’t reply, and strode toward the door.
“Dozer, if you don’t stop, I will make sure that you fail my class.”
… I snapped.
“How the fuck could you stay here and act like nothing has happened when one of your students is missing?” I yelled, as I felt heat and anger radiating through me.
I turned toward the part of the class, “How could you all sit here and listen to this bitch when one of us missing? Every one of you knows Amelia. Every one of you is either a friend to her or at least owes her something. How could you even pretend like she doesn’t exist?”
No one met my vengeful gaze.
The professor interrupted me, her voice not as harsh as before, “Lindsay… the police said that she must have run away. You heard the evidences stating that they saw Miss Sanders leave with a handbag and a briefcase full of money… I get why you hate this, but we can’t do anything else. She is a criminal. If the cops catch her, we will know.”
“Do… any of you think that Amy would do something like that…?”
No one answered my question.
I was met with nothing but silence.
“… That’s what I thought…” I whispered, turned around and walked out of the class.
The professor, nobody for that instance, stopped me from leaving. And I appreciated it… if they had stopped me, I would have punched the shit out of them.
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Sniffling, I rubbed my hands over my skirt to wipe the sweat from it. I bought my hands up and tried to wipe away some tears from the never-ending stream. I had been crying inside this stall for god-knows-how-long… and my eyes were burning…
But, I can’t stop my sobs.
Memories of Amy flooded me once again, and I clutched my fingers tight, holding my breath to stop myself from screaming. I wanted to scream, really. I wanted to scream my frustration and anger out, and… I wanted to sob for hours, till Amy comes back.
That’s the thing though.
I didn’t know if Amy would come back… because I think… she’d been kidnapped. She didn’t rob someone and run away, she was taken against her will. She was framed.
I had no evidence to back up my claims.
Except for the fact that I knew my Amy.
“Hehe… it’s going… per plan” A faint whisper crossed the restroom stall from the direction of the entrance door.
“… Yeah… thank you… Chris… As… soon… deed is done… call… okay?”
I squatted forward, opening my stall’s door a little bit. Faint giggles filled the place, and as my eyes landed on its source, my blood went cold.
Dr. Agatha stood by the sink, with a modern flip phone on her hand and she had this huge fucking smile as she washed her hands.
“Ha ha ha, now let’s see if my theory is true. If it stands, then the inner-slut would prevail and I will win. Else the bitch dies.” A pause, a silence which prevailed over my ringing ears, “Yeah. Watch her every move. It won’t be long. Bye”
Without me knowing, my hands had gone up to my mouth as my mouth opened in a ‘O’ from the surprise. I watched her speak to herself, closing the flip phone with a solid clang, “Either way, that slut will pay…” she whispered, a dangerous glint in her eyes in her reflection, which I had never seen before as she moved out of the restroom.
I, in an instant, sprinted out of my stall and started following her from a distance. My footsteps were the only sound in my ear. It was still ringing from what I heard Agatha say.
“Inner slut will prevail… else the bitch dies…”
No, no… If what I think is right… then she must have meant Mi as the inner-slut…
… She knows…
… And she is the one who took Amy.
I tailed her through the ghosting hallways. She never looked back, and fortunately none noticed my presence. When she went out the main plaza and to the parking yard, I slipped out the door and watched from there for a second to see the situation.
Getting into her Ford 81, she started booking it out of the place.
Oh god, wait, how am I going to follow her!?
I ran out, my hair flipping away from me as wind caressed my skin.
“Trevor! Trevor!” I called out at the top of my lungs, as I noticed the nerd with an old car, just sitting in the parking yard.
He looked at me and suddenly blushed.
I rushed over like a madwoman¬— god I hope I hadn’t scarred him for life—and pulled and pushed him into the driver’s seat and got around the car to get in.
“Trevor, follow Dr. Agatha.” I pointed at the disappearing car at the horizon, still yelling my lungs off.
He just stared at me; his cheeks still flushed pink…
… What’s he doing…?
I slapped him on the back, yelling, “Get out of your fucking dream world and follow that car!”
Jumping in his seat, he seemed to regain his bearings. He did as I asked without any further delay. We raced out of the yard, and soon enough was following Agatha’s car at a respectable distance.
Trevor never really asked where we were going, and he never complained that he was going to miss the rest of the day. He just continued following Agatha’s car for hours, with sometimes just spacing out and blushing. I neither commented on his blushing, nor said anything, because he seemed to know that something was wrong and I needed help in following that car. And he seemed to be sure of himself, as if he would have driven the car to the end of the world if I asked him to.
Agatha seemed to be in her own world, and that helped me as we tailed her for which seemed to be forever.
She should be going towards Mi. She should have some kind of a clue on her. She was the only way to reach Amy.
… And when I find Mi, I was going to kill Agatha, that bitch of a professor…
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Amelia*
Later that night... ...
Drinking the last part of the old drink, I gulped it down, laying my head against the wall, my familiar pillow. The place now smelled more like piss and cum than when I was first locked in here. It slowly was becoming more a cheap strip club than an abandoned restroom.
My inner-self still was comparing and weighing her options, and her thoughts resounded along with mine, oscillating between dominating me and trusting me. She was determined to find an answer before the next customer.
… I have try now, or regret not trying forever.
“… You remember why we took medicine as our career in the first place, don’t you?” I mumbled to myself in the cold dark night.
“Of course, I am you. I remember everything you remember.” Her voice replied, surprising me. I thought she wouldn’t reply, but her replying now gave me hope.
I laughed, continuing, “Then, you do remember Aaron, don’t you?”
She growled, my inner-slut literally growled, yelling,
“Of course I remember that asshole. Why do you have to bring him up? Do you have a big death wish? Do you want me to choose now?”
I bitterly laughed, “I have already embraced that I lost this fight…” for which she didn’t reply.
I continued, “You know… I loved him, really. I gave our virginity to him on our freshmen year of high-school, without a second thought. I, naively, thought that he was the one for us… I even used to dream about having his children and being a family together. Little I knew that life isn’t a fairytale and people always try to take advantage of you.”
My inner-self didn’t react to my memories. She stayed silent, but her breathing sounds still rang inside me, like I had a living person inside me.
I continued pouring my thoughts into my brain, living my past-self back.
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I loved him with all my heart, and went out with him anytime he took me out. I ditched classes for him, hanging out with him, making out behind a tree in the park.
It was all fun and so addictive in a way I didn’t know. I spent my days daydreaming, and then I began following him around like a lovesick puppy, even when he tried to postpone our meetings. I was hooked.
He always was kind of forceful to me, making me do things for his entertainment. And never really in months did he care about my happiness. But, I did do them without asking questions.
I was completely hooked from love with him.
Heh, I had believed without doubt that sex was supposed to always hurt, and men shouldn’t be caring to us during those intense moments. Now, I knew that it wasn’t the case, but for two whole years, I never knew what real sexual pleasure was. I was just a piece of meat for his carnal desires, during all those times I gave my body to him.
It was not the worst memories, though.
The nightmare ones started when he began acting different towards me, which I later understood as a sadist personality.
It was like a switch had been flipped inside him. Maybe he was a sadist under his caring personality, even before he had asked me out. Or he became a sadist after we started going out. Either way, he changed into one, and it didn’t go well for me from there.
When I was in my junior year, he would spank me, and would nip me every time we kissed. He drew blood, easily, from me, and I must say I never liked that pain.
Maybe if I liked being a masochist, we wouldn’t have broken up.
… Or, truthfully, he wouldn’t have broken me.
One day, I went to the gymnasium’s showers, a place where we used to meet after school.
One thing I must reveal is that I wasn’t expecting what happened to me there.
He greeted me, with his normal grin, and I smiled shyly at him, knowing where his eyes were lingering… on the short skirt I was wearing. He rushed towards me, pinning me to the locker, kissing me with a renewed ferocity. I threw my arms around him, returning what he gave me.
He forcefully brought his hand down onto my ass, smacking it with a solid thud. I yelped, but continued returning his kisses. His teeth came down on my bottom lip, hard, and I squealed, the sounds constantly being absorbed by his mouth. He groaned, and lifted my skirt, groping my ass painfully.
I let him continue, giving fake moans between breaths, knowing that he liked it when I moaned uncontrollably.
Stepping back, he pushed me to my knees, raising my t-shirt in the process to reveal my bra. I never really liked this part, but nevertheless I continued when he removed his pants. I took it in my hand, and swirled his cock with my lips, faking moans sometimes, and continued doing what he had taught me.
Holding my head between his powerful hands, he started thrusting into my mouth, like I was a doll and my mouth was just another pussy, without any regard for my comfort.
But, I didn’t protest, and did my best to make him cum.
He came all over my t-shirt, and I whispered, “Aw… shit, baby. My mom is going to notice this.”
His reply was… “You don’t need to worry about your dress.”
I didn’t understand it at once. I should have. But, I naively believed in him and so I didn’t even consider that line as something important.
He tied my arms with my cum-soaked t-shirt and I only wondered if he wanted to go further instead of going home. With that, he tore my skirt apart, making me gasp, and threw it away. He turned his head, admiring me who was naked and completely at his mercy.
“Baby! How am I supposed to wear that again?” I yelled at him, a little angry about what he had done, but nevertheless complacent for going further.
I knew he liked me at his mercy, so even after it, I trusted him.
He then asked if he could gag me, and I blindly let him… without thinking.
He turned around, walking to his locker. I was stunned. Words muffled, I yelled, “Baby?”
Throwing his hand up in a goodbye gesture, as he started walking away, he said with a cold voice, “It was fun while it lasted, Amelia. I am breaking up with you. Have fun.”
“Baby… wait… baby!” My screams were muffled, and I tried pulling against my bindings.
I scrambled to my feet, watching as he closed the door to the gymnasium. I went down to my knees, not believing what had happened.
It’s funny how I still tried to convince my mind that he was just messing around with me, and that he would eventually come back after a minute to yell ‘surprise’.
I continued yelling, “Baby! This is not funny. I know you love me, please stop this crap.”
Hearing laughter all around, my heart started pounding like crazy, my attention riveting back from the door to my surroundings. I swirled my head left and right, only to find boys revealing themselves from everywhere.
I crawled backwards. They laughed at me, their forms blurry in my eyes.
As hands grabbed me, I kicked, I screamed, I sobbed, I pleaded, but they didn’t let me go.
… They had their way with me…
… They took turns…
Seconds stretched into eternity. My body ached everywhere, every second of it, and the rubbing inside my walls, it only got harsher and harsher.
… They didn’t bat an eyelash when my pussy started bleeding from the abuse…
The crack I felt in my bones when I kicked one of them, it was enough to make me subdue…
… Enough for me to stop screaming.
After hours of being used like a ragdoll, one of them slapped me, wishing me, “Have a good day,” and all of them vanished, their laughter still ringing in my ears, as I slowly bled on the floor.
… I wanted to die.
But, I didn’t want to die here like this.
Naked. Violated. Covered in goo and bleeding from my slit.
I didn’t want my last breath to be like this.
Salvaging as much as I can, showering myself off, as my body continued shivering every second, I tried to remove as much evidence as I could from my body. Then, I dressed up with the cum-soaked wet rags and sneaked out of the school.
My mind, barely coping with what was going on, shut down and I didn’t even feel the cold bite into my skin. It was all my body’s doing then, and I thought no plans, just following what I felt was right.
It was already night, and I felt I needed an alibi.
Barely thinking, I threw my purse away, reciting the words I was going to say to my mom, again and again and again. Like a mantra my body wanted my broken mind to remember.
And I reached home, limping with my cracked ankle; my tears had already dried away, my dress was looking scrapped and muddy, with my arms hugging myself as if I had no one else to do the hugging for me.
“What the hell, Amelia! Young lady, I swear I am going to ground you if you had ditched school and had…—” Mom yelled, as she opened the door.
Silence permeated for a second, before she grabbed me in a hug, whispering, “Oh god, what happened? Baby, what happened to you?”
I recited. “It’s nothing, mom. I got robbed, and tried to chase him down. He was slippery and without knowing I had run to the abandoned part of the town, and I didn’t know where I was anymore. I wandered around, looking for the way out, and fell down a ditch, broke my ankle… But, other than that, yeah, I am fine.”
It seemed to appease her. She brought me in, helped me redress, gave me a hot coca, and consoled me that I was safe and that was all that mattered. She nursed my broken ankle, but the pain… it was nowhere near enough to make me scream.
She was…concerned… but she tucked me in with a kiss to my cheek, saying that we could go to the hospital tomorrow.
The darkness of my room surrounded me.
I was happy she had brought the lie.
No mother should see what her baby girl went through…
… I wanted to die for certain, but decided in the dead of night that I should not die when mom was home…
So, I waited, locking myself in my room, waiting out the weekend.
I went back to school the next Monday, not having the will to commit myself to death during the weekend.
Aaron was there, waiting, and as he spoke with a grin, I never replied. He eventually gave up, moving on to leave me alone and hang out with his friends. As I saw some of his buddies grin at me, I knew they were the ones who destroyed me.
I never confronted them.
I never said anything to anyone.
When my friends asked me why I was silent and why I was limping around, I never replied.
This continued for a week, the whole way my pussy ached and bled sometimes. I had to mask it as if I was having a tough period, but other than that, I was looking for my time to die… which never came.
After a few days, Lindsay, my childhood friend who had drifted away from me since kindergarten, came to me and said that she saw Aaron cheat with a freshman. I brushed her off.
I felt heavy knowing Aaron had moved onto other girls, while my life was going to end.
And I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of successfully destroying a girl, so badly, but, I actually wasn’t out of the woods, still thinking of ways to kill myself and waiting for the time.
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The next week, three girls came to school with the same symptoms I had. I knew it instantly, from what I saw in a fleeting glance, after looking just like what they looked for a whole week.
I realized they might be just having a bad day, or might it have been something else, or they might just be on their period.
But, my gut screamed that something was wrong.
It was the last straw I needed.
I should never let this go, if my suspicions were true. Wanting to confirm, I ditched class again, and tried to approach them, with no fruition.
After knowing they won’t reply to me, even talk to me, later that day I asked Lindsay to help me. And she agreed surprisingly without even asking what the problem was. With Lindsay there, they seemed to be much more at ease, maybe it was just her cheerful personality or the fact that she was the volleyball team’s captain and the whole school knew her. Even if I was a tennis star, I knew that most saw me as a cold bitch, who followed Aaron around like a pup.
When I talked with them, they were still reluctant about it, not revealing any details. They didn’t even try to cover it up with excuses. They just… didn’t say anything to all my questions.
I was certain of my suspicions after a few minutes of trying.
And then I said what happened to me.
Almost instantly, with their hands covering their faces, they broke down and cried, leaning on each other… saying that they both tried to save their friend— the girl in the middle of them both with her hair disheveled, her eyes… vacant— from Aaron. They said they rushed in as soon as they had gotten a message for help with just the words, “Shower. Help.”
They said that they regretted not calling the police, and regretted rushing in.
… They had gotten stuck in the showers, just like me, and he punished all three the same way he punished me.
Furious, I went straight to the headmaster, with Lindsay following shell-shocked behind me, and I spewed everything.
Cops came, investigated it. Doctors came, tested us. Eventually, one of his friends confessed. And Aaron himself then agreed.
His testimony was, “Yes, I did it. I regret it. *after a moment of tense silence* No, I don’t regret what I did, but I regret that I failed to break her. I regret that I let her live. She should be dead! Under the ground! ENDED! DEAD! I REGRET THAT I FAILED.” There was chaos after that, utter chaos. Aaron was arrested, eventually was put into asylum for mental disorders.
My life changed forever, everything falling apart and turning different.
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“I changed for the better or for worse after it. The school nurse suggested that we should meet up with a counselor, and the lady I met… she helped me through the toughest times of my life. She changed the way I looked at the world. She changed me, and I never wanted to see anyone go through what I did. That’s why I wanted to become the best psychologist the world has seen. I wanted to change people.”
Taking a deep breath, I added, tears welling up, “That’s why we took medicine…”
My inner-self stayed silent the whole way through our memories.
“I said everything I needed to… Yes, I always thought that you were a pain in my ass; and wanted to lock you away. But, I never will know… the reality of my condition… and I never will know what you went through to become what you are. All I know is you are here. You are here, like the sister I never had… You…” Gulping down my sobs, tears falling free, I added in a whisper, “And I will never destroy you. I love you, Mi.”
Going silent, we both stayed that way as sleep claimed me.
I knew today was the last night I was going to be normal. I knew tomorrow everything would change, for the better or for worse, but I tried everything I could in this situation.
I did.
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Ending #1: Submitting to my Inner Slut:
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Amelia*
As it came out, the man held the fingers out to me, “Lick,” he commanded.
I saw that it indeed was covered liberally with his cum and my girl juice.
Color flooded my cheeks adding to my blush, but I obeyed nevertheless. It was murky… not quite the taste I wanted it to be. Not how I dreamed it would be.
Two more fingers entered my pussy, twisting and turning slowly as it went inside, and I moaned aloud. Three fingers then.
It split me open, and I relished the pain.
I wanted to speak and encourage for him to put more inside me, but I was servicing someone else with my mouth. My hands were free to do what they wanted, but all I wanted to do was to rub my rising mounds, rub my breasts raw till it bled from pleasure.
As if the man knew what I wanted without me asking, he inserted a fourth finger, and release burst out from my pussy. It squirted my pleasure everywhere, and I heard the laughs around me. I slowly licked up the shaft, and let it fall out of my mouth.
I just grinned, “Is that all you can do?”
“Oh girl. You are going to love this world so much hereafter.” Was his reply.
I took back the shaft, deep throating it in whole stroke. He groaned, and his buddies laughed at him, “Don’t pop to a new slut, mate.”
And it was a challenge for me.
Cum, from so many of these gangsters, slid out of me. I knew I was not in danger, as I knew I was in the safe part of the month, but I wanted to bear children.
… The thoughts of bearing an unknown man’s child… like a true slut would… It sent me into frenzy. I motioned to my pussy with my hands, sending a message that I still wanted to be fucked. They obliged with another laugh, even though a small brawl had broken out from whose turn it was.
Hours had rolled in, from the moment I woke up and said to the man guarding me to open the door and fuck me.
Hours.
But, it wasn’t enough to sate me. I wanted more. I wanted more. I will get more.
‘Please, just let me leave… let me fade…’ I heard a faint plea in my mind, but I didn’t want to let my pet leave. I didn’t want to let my other fragment vanish away.
I did want her to suffer for all the days she had locked me in.
I promised to her that I will let her out sometimes. As a dog in my leash.
But, no more than that.
She was not me.
I was Amelia.
Not her.
~~~
~~
*
Chris*
“She is a good catch,” Hugo boomed as he raised his beer into the sky in a toast, “Another job successfully done.”
I stayed silent, the rest of the crowd cheering on with a bunch of hurrahs; their yells melting in with the loud song blaring in the pub. The night was ill, and even through my coat— which always kept me warm— I felt the cold.
Something was nagging me… and I was not satisfied with what we had done today.
“Yo, what’s the matter, man?” Hugo whispered, as the rest of the gang continued yelling and goofing around.
“Buddy, I just don’t feel that good. Don’t worry.”
“I know you, man. We have done these things so many times. You have slit so many throats that I even lost count of it. You are not having the newbie’s syndrome. So, there is something. What’s that? Wanna talk about it?”
I lowered my head, “I don’t know, really. I just don’t like what we are doing to that girl. I don’t like that she had been broken in.”
“Wait… wait… this is different,” Hugo muttered and turned around, getting up from the table.
“What is?”
“Follow me; I need to show you something.” He yelled, and strode off into the crowd, vanishing quickly.
Sighing, I breathed a ‘be right back’ to my mates and started my slow trudge toward Hugo. After a few ear-muffling seconds of walking through the sea of dancing bodies, I found him at the exit. I followed him out.
He looked up and pointed at the sky, staying like that for whole ten seconds.
For a few moments after that, I thought that maybe he was going to say a philosophical thought or give me advice, but he just said, “There is nothing there.” He laughed.
It bought a few chuckles out of me, and Hugo grinned.
“You know Nina, right?” He turned his back to me, looking back up at the sky, “She actually was supposed to be our target. We were supposed to kill her when we found her. We had all taken the step, so stopping her breath wasn’t supposed to be that hard for me…”
I walked next to him, standing beside him as we watched the sky.
“When we were there and caught ahold of her… I just saw something, man… I still would have gone through with it, yes.” He sighed, his breath heavy, “But when the time was there and you asked me what the contact wanted us to do with the girl, I lied that we were supposed to take her captive, I don’t know why. It seemed like a chance, like fate knew I chose wrong and gave me a second chance to re-choose what I wanted to do with her.”
He turned around to face me. I faced his eyes.
“It was different. Felt weird. I couldn’t sleep that night after locking her in the room. I would list out all the fucking emotions that passed through me that night, but it was all horse shit confusing. The next day, it didn’t matter that I took an oath to you all. I did what I should. Killed the contact. Made sure that the contract never even existed by pulling in a few favors. Just like that, I made sure that her mission was nothing but wrong information. And I finally felt as if I had made the right choice,” A deep sigh,
“That’s why you guys were so confused about the payment and finally decided to let her go.”
“… And I took her to my house, now we are where we are. She takes comfort in the fact that she has something to live for. And I take comfort in her. A weird power-relationship formed between us, and… life’s good, man.”
“I don’t know what you are coming onto here.” I said as a matter of fact. I didn’t care that he had did that, but I wanted so badly to know what and how it relates to me.
“I think… she’s your Nina.”
“What?”
“I think you might be feeling what I had felt that night.”
His lines sent my thoughts spiraling away, and I pulled my hands into my coat pockets, walking away from him.
Into the night.
~~
~
!!
Ending #2: Cohabiting with my Inner Slut:
*
Amelia*
I woke up to knocks on the wall. Rubbing my face and my blurred eyes, I looked up.
“Wake-y wake up, slut.”
Ugh. It was the same guy from before.
I hated him.
I banged my hand against my door, growling with my parched voice, “I am not a slut.”
“Yes, you are. You are not a doctor. You are just a public slut.” He sing-sung from the other side.
“I love what you are trying, I really do, but I am a doctor and I am a slut. You can’t separate us.” Singing back, my inner-self broke out of me without warning and giggled at the dude.
… Wait…
Shocked by her words, I stared blankly at the door, wondering if she had decided.
“Yeah, sister. I have decided. ” She whispered. I heard a bang from the other side, breaking me from shock.
“What the fuck! This was not supposed to happen.”
Almost instantly, the guy from the other side ran out, his footsteps muffled and vanishing in seconds. I couldn’t help the laugh bubbling out of me. I leaned my head against the door, unable to believe this.
“You thought I would betray you!?” She said, and I could feel that she was pouting.
Laughing bitterly, I shook my head in a no.
“And I have conditions too! Don’t think I left loopholes.” She yelled.
“One, I need Lindsay, period.”
“Umm… what?” I asked, coughing, confused from her request.
“She is so darn cute, baby. Stop trying to push her away. I want her to be mine.”
“What?”
Oh my god, what does she mean by that?
What does she want with that request?
“Don’t interrupt me!” She said, stopping my thoughts in tracks,
“Next thing is, we need to have free reign. Though we’d have free reign when we are in control, we need to consult each other before doing big thingies. And don’t you dare stop me from flirting with others, ‘kay? That’s my second condition.”“Third one is…” She continued,
“I will never betray you… Nor should you betray me…”
Nodding slightly in agreement, I leaned back onto the wall.
Few minutes passed in silence.
I had no other way out, and I was happy even though some of the conditions scared me. Taking a deep breath seemed to calm me down.
“Deal.”
It was a deal with me, with my inner-slut, with my split personality.
And I needed to uphold it, but yeah, I promise now that I will keep my word.
She squealed,
“Deal!” going silent after that, her happiness pouring through our shared mind. Curling my legs, I started wondering if I had gotten lucky. I was so afraid that even though I tried my best to communicate with my inner-slut she’d lock me away like I did her every day.
I was glad this was her decision.
I should never have doubted her.
After all, she’s a fragment of me, wasn’t she?
Even if she somehow seemed to be sentient, she still was me.
“Okay, now let’s focus on breaking free of that old hag, shall we?” My inner-self said,
“Oh god, how I wish we could be a public slut for more time… but I don’t want to be under that hag. We have to escape.”
“You won’t… ask to be… in this position again… will you?” I gulped, from the emotions her sentence instigated inside me.
I mean, we did make a deal, but damn, I never want to suffer like this, ever again.
“Its fine *giggle*. Let us hash that out later.” She replied. And I nervously fidgeted, feeling uncomfortable. For god’s sake, that reply terrified me more than a yes would have terrified me.
For now, I would have to stay put and wait for the right opportunity. Now that I know my inner-self wouldn’t turn against me, I could rest and wait patiently, as long as that old hag Agatha didn’t have other plans to try and break me.
~~
*
Lindsay*
“Stop the car.”
My whisper was nothing more than a fleeting word on the wind. Trevor was breathing in rapid succession; his eyes were glazed as we both took in the place where her car had stopped.
An old building standing in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by a huge forest line in a circle, as if they had planned something big here but had abandoned as soon as they built this solidarity small stall. This was where that Dr. Agatha had stopped for a minute before pulling it out of the place. Like she just wanted to come here to look at something.
She hadn’t seen us behind this crowded tree line.
“Jesus…” Trevor breathed, “Are you sure?”
“Yes, I need to… find…” I couldn’t bring myself to say her name to Trevor. I needed to confirm if Amy was here. I needed to. I had to. I needed to confirm.
I nodded toward the tree line to the side, which was connected to the road, “Slowly move over there and stay silent. Don’t turn any light on, and don’t even think of revving the engine.”
He nodded, his eyes still holding fear, his breaths still coming way too fast to be considered normal.
My arm twitched up, and I let it go upward to his cheek.
“Don’t go into hyperventilation. You know the treatments and measures. Do it. Stay out of sight. And book it out of here, if it comes to that.” Fingers glided across his cheek, which turned pink instantly under my hand, “I am here, don’t be afraid.”
He nodded his head once, and then again.
I slipped out, not bothering to look back as my attention fully snapped towards the building. I slowly circled it in the cover of darkness. Slowly looked around for any trace of bad people. I found nothing of importance though.
A black wooden door seemed like the only door in and out of the place. A high ledge was draped above the door, and it seemed to be my only chance of getting in. I couldn’t possibly walk in through the front door, see if Amy is in there, and come out unscathed, can I?
It was high above though…
Squaring my shoulders, I took a deep breath.
I was not the sport’s team captain in my high school for nothing.
I jumped up, my muscles tensing up as if I was going to deliver a motherfucking spike to the opposite team. Grabbing the ledge, I slowly upended myself over to look above, my core tight with the stress I was putting on it.
And with precision I landed.
Whew.
My head slowly surveyed the roof. A door was the only one I found on the roof, nothing else except a few bottles thrown here and there. And I tried it.
It was locked.
Shit.
Looking above, I closed my eyes, running through the outer structure of the building.
Oh yeah, I had found windows lined on the other side. That’d help.
Restroom, this was the restroom of whatever build they were preparing to do. That could help.
I needed to confirm.
I needed to look inside.
I looked for threats. Nothing much moved in the darkness. I slowly got over the railing and landed on the little ledge lining above the window. With a deep breath, I braced myself. And hung my head upside down. My muscles and my head protesting against this movement, I felt nausea. Concrete pressed into my stomach as I leaned further down.
Right to the level of the window.
And through the middle window, upon which I was standing, as if fate had heard my screams, as if a supernatural power had known that I couldn’t stand this anymore, my eyes landed on her.
I saw her.
Amy.
Inside a goddamn filthy restroom stall.
Her hair was covering her face. Her naked body was covered with dirt and goo. One of her arm was cuffed to a nearby steel pipe, and she was just sitting still with her ankles tucked under her. Her body shook with the cold, or from a sob, and it threw my mind back into my body.
I threw myself back, over the ledge and landed onto the grass.
Trevor’s eyes landed on me, his face concerned from distance. My eyes should have portrayed fear, utter fear, since he made a move to step out of the vehicle. To move towards me.
I brought my hand up. In a cell phone sign, and mouthed the word, “Cops.”
And he understood.
~
~
Sirens blared everywhere.
It was chaotic.
Beautiful in a way.
The blue and red swirling around the tree line, it was as if light had come to save us from darkness. As if it was here to relieve me of my suffering. I waited beside the policemen, ready to swarm the building.
Doors before me burst open.
“HANDS UP!”
Someone fell to the floor, a knife in his hand, his throat slit off. Nausea rolled off from me, but I jumped over his body to run towards the stall.
“MISS!” One of the police yelled too loud that it resounded in.
I didn’t hear his warning. I didn’t care if someone was going to ambush me. I didn’t care if I was going straight to my death.
I jumped for the door, my eyes locked on that, and unlocked that latch… that damned cell latch… and threw open it. The sound of the door clashing rang with a solid clang.
Time seemed to stop.
Everything around us seemed to freeze up, as our eyes locked. Her eyes, which always were filled with sparkles whenever I gazed into them, were just hard. Hard like a stone. For a few milliseconds, she looked at me as if she didn’t… remember me. It lasted so long that I thought that she forgot me…
Then, recognition passed through them.
“Lind—say…?” Her voice was a bitter murmur, my name spelled out into syllables.
Tears bubbled up in those depths, “Lin…” she whispered, before I fell to my knees before her and took her in my arms. She hugged me back with her free arm, saying my name again and again.
Again and again.
“Oh.” I heard someone from behind me.
Letting my arms fall apart, I removed my coat and covered Mi with it. She gladly pulled back to look at my face, as if she still couldn’t believe that I am here. Her face, her body, her hair… they were all covered with dirt and white stuff. My white doctor coat was so in contrast with her skin.
God, what happened to her?
“Lin…” Amelia nuzzled her head to me, one of her hands still cuffed to that pipe. Her free hand was around me, holding onto me tight.
Her face turned towards me, as I still stared at the far wall, seething silently in pain to look at her like this… to look at the pitiful state she was in…
Her lips brushed my cheek, and then as her hand turned my head to lock her lips with mine, heat flooded from me.
I was shocked.
Really.
“Thank you…” was all she whispered, before I was whisked off from her so that the cops could actually free her.
~
“Oh.” Trevor’s whisper made me look up from the place where I was standing for minutes now, up to the entrance of the building where cops were rushing out of. He was standing beside me, and had his arms crossed in front of him with his eyes focused on the door I came from, on the parade going and coming through it.
My dress was covered in dirt… in filth…
If just one hug from her could soil my dress, how much she should have been covered with to make this happen.
How much did she suffer in there?
Amelia was brought out of the prison… out of that damned restroom building… out of hell, but her face had this smile as she said, “No, no. I don’t want to be wheeled out.”
Before I could fucking run over and scold her to obey the medics, just like that man was about to do, she said with a sultry smile, “You can carry me if you want. I promise to keep my hands to myself, handsome.”
The laughs around her were… strained. But, nevertheless, they obliged her, and she was carried to the ambulance.
Amelia had flirted. And she never liked to do so.
What had changed, I didn’t know.
Something had.
I still felt her lips caressing the skin on my cheek, and the path her rosy lips took to reach mine was aching with a burn. I traced the path from my cheek to flick my bottom lip with my finger. The path she had burned into my memory. My Amy’s first kiss with me.
Something had definitely changed.
I had her back though, I had saved her, and it was all I wanted.
All that my heart wanted.
All I looked up to the heavens for.
And I had done it.
~.~
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!!
Inner-slut series will branch of into bright side (BS) and dark side (DS) from now.
~ Dark side will focus on the journey of a slut, of her new found whoredom. And how the relationship with Chris evolves.
~ Bright side, it will focus on Lindsay and Amelia, and what challenges await them. And what will occur between them as Amy becomes split.
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