Annika

When Davis answered the door, the last thing he expected to see was a dirty girl with badly cut, short black hair, wearing tattered clothes and smelling like she hadn’t bathed in a week. The girl’s thin lips were fixed in the kind of frown that seemed like you couldn’t have scrubbed it away with all the sunshine, chocolate, and puppies in the Eastern United States. It was really more of a scowl, Davis decided, and it was a scowl that conveyed, at a glance, the sheer displeasure the girl felt at the sight of him. It was a displeasure that he reciprocated with a scowl of equal disgust and a simple question.

“What are you doing here, Annika?”

“I need to talk to my mom,” the unwashed girl replied.

Davis leaned against the doorframe and said, “Well, when you find her, let her know that I’ve got a few things to talk about, too. Like, why the fuck she took my dog.”

Annika took a moment to process this and then asked a question, which Davis had already answered. The question held a note of disappointment, tinged with anxiety.

“She lives here, doesn’t she?”

Davis shook his head.

“She up and left about six months ago. And she took my fucking dog. Did I mention that?”

“Where did she go?” Annika asked, ignoring the question.

“I feel like this is a one-sided conversation. If you find her, let her know I want the dog back. She can keep the money if she hasn’t already blown it.”

He moved to close the door.

“Wait!” Annika said, the anxiety turning to panic.

Davis waited.

“Could I, maybe, use your phone?”

Davis looked her up and down. She was thinner than he remembered, but it had been a few years since she’d left with her equally-skinny, punky, lanky-haired “girlfriend” to, presumably, get intoxicated and listen to bands of screaming lesbians decry the patriarchy. Now, she just looked beaten down and at the end of her rope.

“I’m not in the habit of letting homeless people into my house,” he said and put his hand on the door again.

“Davis, please!” she begged. “I… I don’t have anywhere to go. I just want to make a call and see if I can find my mom.”

Davis paused and took her in again. He let his imagination run. He peeled back the dirt, ignored the smell, and tried to imagine Annika as she’d been when she’d left at eighteen. She’d been well-fed. Davis had seen to that. She’d had nice clothes, which she’d torn holes in to give them that distressed style her shitty friends loved. Davis, also, had seen to providing her with those.

It was not that he felt unsympathetic. Not exactly. Annika had lived with him for seven years, while he had been shacked up with her mom. However, he was not sympathetic to the ungrateful attitude that she’d always shown toward him. Despite having provided her with a home, clothes, food, medical care, and an education, Annika had never been grateful. Yet, here she was, begging for those things he’d given her freely once before, and still ungrateful. But there was something, an idea, which started to form as he looked at her braless tits under the ruin of a shirt she wore. Davis opened the door.

“One phone call,” he said.

Annika stepped inside, without thanking him.

“Take off those crusty shoes before you come in here,” he instructed, “You know I don’t like dirt on the floors.”

Annika obeyed.

“And wash your hands before you touch my phone,” he added. “I don’t know where you’ve been.”

Annika took off her shoes, showing equally dirty feet with no socks, and brushed past him to the hallway bathroom. He heard the water running, stop, and then she returned. No doubt, when he went in the restroom, he would find a grimy hand towel casually discarded on the basin or the floor. He handed her his phone, unlocked, with the dialer ready. Leaning against the wall, he folded his arms and waited. The front door was still open. On purpose.

Annika’s fingers hovered over the keys for a moment and then she punched in a number. She held the phone to her ear and waited. Davis could hear it click and someone on the other end respond.

“Chris?” Annika said.

Chris seemed to reply.

“Yeah,” Annika said. “She’s crazy. I just need somewhere to stay for a couple of nights. Please! Just until I can get a hold of my mom.”

Chris, Davis thought, sounded very unhappy about this proposal. Not at all amenable, in fact. Annika’s deepening look of disappointment and the haze of tears that clouded her hazel eyes cemented this fact. She hung up the phone while Chris was still shouting.

Annika clutched the device in her hand and gave Davis her most pitiable, pathetic look, which was basically just how she looked in general. He held out his hand for the phone.

“Just… just one more. Please?” she pleaded.

“This isn’t a homeless shelter, Annika.”

Her shoulders slumped and she wiped at her eyes with the back of her hand, hanging her head. She started for the door. Davis let her walk out, closed it, and waited. He knew what the next step would be. Annika was predictable in that way. The only difference was, this time, her anguish and desperation were real.

This wasn’t going to be like when she’d pouted and cried about not getting to use his car. It wouldn’t be the eleven-year-old that played on his emotions by being teary-eyed and cute, coming to him when mommy didn’t give her what she wanted. She’d been a kid then and, as bratty as she’d been, he’d had a soft spot for getting one over on her mother. Something about being the good cop to mommy’s bad was satisfying.

Then, the wretched, heaving sob came from the other side of the door, where Annika sat on the porch. These tears, though, were not those of a kid being denied her latest want. These were the tears of a young woman, who had just realized that life was hard and nothing came free. Whatever joyride she’d been on had come to a crashing, devastating end, and at this moment she had no one to go to. No one, except for Davis.

He listened to those desperate, choking sobs for almost a full minute before he opened the door. The idea was already coming together. His dick was hard. He opened the door.

“One night,” he said and Annika’s head shot up.

She looked at him, for the first time that he could remember, with genuine gratitude. It was a look that he was going to see far more often. Of that, he would make sure. Annika stood and walked back through the open door, rubbing her torn shirt on her face to dry the tears, and showing him her trim, flat belly. This time, Annika took off her shoes without being asked. Davis shut the door. And locked it.

***

Just One Night

“Use the shower upstairs,” Davis directed. “I don’t want you filthy in my house. Toss your clothes out in the hall and I’ll take care of them.”

Annika’s cheeks were burning, he could see, with her own shame at having to beg him for a place to stay. It galled her. A flush of shame, he thought, suited her well. He watched her climb the steps to the second floor and waited for the door to shut. Then, he went to work.

First, he retrieved the dog’s bed, now unused, and brought it down to the basement. The basement wasn’t quite finished. In his spare time, he tinkered with it. At one point, Davis had considered turning the place into a “man cave” but had just never quite gotten around to it. He’d gotten as far as insulating the walls and had put up some fluorescent lights on the ceiling crossbeams. A small, flat-screen TV sat against one wall, atop a spare nightstand. There was also a toilet, tucked into a recess, which he’d managed to get a door on.

He grabbed his power drill from the garage, a few hefty screws, and the replacement latch and lock he’d intended for the backyard shed. He hadn’t gotten around to putting it on to replace the rusted one, but now he felt thankful to himself for his procrastination. The last item was a padlock.

Just a little work with the drill and he had the latch in place on the bathroom door. The padlock was quickly secured, and the keys he added to his keyring. He took the steps to the second floor two at a time, feeling spritely enough to almost whistle a tune. On the floor, outside the bathroom door, were Annika’s crappy clothes. He took care of those by tossing them into the dumpster behind the house, buried in the kitchen trash.

His next stop was Annika’s old room, which still held her previous clothes and belongings. With a little help from a large, black garbage bag, all of those joined her tattered ones in the back dumpster. The only things he left her were a small pair of lacy underwear and a mismatched pushup bra. With any luck, her tits had grown a little in the last three years and it wouldn’t fit right.

Working up a bit of a sweat now, he paused outside the bathroom door. The water was still running. Annika had, clearly, had a bit of a rough time and was getting all the use out of the shower she could. Davis went on his way, wondering if she was jilling her twat.

The imagined scenario spurred him on. With the most basic steps accomplished, he unlocked his office and switched on the monitor. Davis was not, he thought, a paranoid man. He did, however, have an aversion to people stealing his shit.

A year ago, both of his neighbor’s homes had been vandalized while they were away. Davis, who worked from home, felt surprised that he’d neither seen nor heard the incident occur. It, however, prompted him to invest in some security cameras and a dog. Damn it. He missed that fucker more than Annika’s mother. While no further incidents had occurred, the cameras were still in operation, He rarely checked them.

On the rare occasions when he needed to be elsewhere for work, he had checked on the cameras remotely. The last time had been months ago, when Annika’s mother was still living with him. Not out of paranoia, of course. It was simply curiosity. Whatever else the woman had been, he didn’t see evidence that she’d been a cheater. She was just a dirty dog thief.

Now, he checked the feeds on each of the cameras. Backyard, check. Front door, check. Kitchen, showing the garage door, check. Interior garage, check. Unfinished man cave, check. Upstairs hallway, check. Master bedroom, check. Annika’s old room, check.

Of course, Annika hadn’t been here when the camera was put in. In fact, after two and a half years, he hadn’t expected her to be back. That one he’d added only because there was a large tree near that room’s window. If a thief were skillful enough, they could possibly enter through that window. Annika had, after all, used that method to sneak out on more than one occasion. After her departure, he’d put the job of installing an additional lock on it on the back burner, along with the man cave. Annika, however, would not need that room.

The sound of water rushing through the pipes overhead ceased, and Davis switched off the monitor. Locking the office, he waited near the bottom of the steps. The sound of the bathroom door opening came a moment later, and then the creak of the floorboards as Annika entered her old room. No doubt, she was in search of clothes.

It was tempting to go back to the office and look through the cameras, to watch her confusion as she found only underwear. He waited, instead. There would be time enough to see her confusion, anger, and many more emotions. If the idea came together the way he intended, that is. There was always the chance she’d just leave, and go crawling back to that twat-licker she’d been shacking up with for the last three years. Based on her appearance at the door, however, he didn’t think it was likely. Finally, her shout from atop the stairs came.

“Davis?”

He gave it a moment longer, rubbed his cock, and she called down again.

“Davis?”

He rounded the corner and looked up the steps.

“Yes?”

“What happened to all my clothes?”

Annika’s head, her hair wrapped in a towel, and her bare shoulders, peeked around the wall.

“We got rid of them. It didn’t seem like you were coming back,” he said and shrugged helplessly.

Annika’s cheeks reddened and she said with disgust, “What about the ones I came in.”

“I tossed those out. They were hardly clothes anymore.”

Annika hesitated and then said, “Can I have them back?”

“Sure.”

Davis returned to the garbage and retrieved the garbage bag with her clothes. It was the same one with the week-old kitchen trash in it. He hefted the bag halfway up the steps, then tossed it the rest of the way to the top.

“There you go,” he said.

Annika looked at the tied-up bag with revulsion and gagged. That would be the rice pudding, Davis imagined. Should have emptied that days ago.

“Are you serious?” she choked.

Davis shrugged apologetically.

“God, it reeks!” she complained and pushed the bag away with one bare foot.

She had nice legs, he thought.

“Do you have something I can wear?” she asked.

Davis thought about it for far longer than was necessary, then said, “Yup.”

He turned and walked back to the kitchen, then fixed himself a sandwich. He slowly spread mayo across the bread, then carefully layered slices of cheese, turkey, a leaf of crunchy lettuce, and a couple of slices of juicy tomatoes. He took a bite, gave a grunt of satisfaction, then grabbed a protein shake from the fridge. It was important to keep healthy, he thought. He took a seat at the table and worked on the sandwich. Slowly.

He gauged that about ten minutes went by before Annika called down again, “Davis?”

With his sandwich in hand, he returned to the bottom of the steps and peered up. He took a large bite and raised his brows in question.

“Are you getting the clothes?”

Davis took a moment to masticate. Best not to swallow too quickly. That was how people choked. When he swallowed he said, “What clothes?”

“You said you had something I could wear!” Annika snapped.

He could hear the restraint in her voice. She wanted to be petulant. It was to her credit, he thought, that she remembered who was doing whom a favor.

“I do have something you can wear,” he said. “I have closets and drawers filled with clothes. They’re men’s clothes, but you can wear them. But you may not.”

Annika looked perplexed as she puzzled over the emphasis on the words.

“May I please wear some of your clothes,” she asked through gritted teeth.

Davis considered this.

“Tell you what,” he said. “I don’t run a charity here. I’m already doing you a solid by letting you stay for one night. I even let you use my shower and my towels. You left that hand towel all dirty and on the floor, by the way. You know how I feel about that.”

Annika flushed. She did know how he felt about it.

He continued, “Once I lend you clothes, you’ll be asking me for food. Once I give you food, you’ll be sitting on my couch, and then you’ll want to pick what we watch on TV. Then, you’ll be wanting to use my blankets and sheets for a spare bed that I own. After that, it’s another phone call. You see where I’m going with this? I’m seeing a whole lot of taking and not much giving.”

“But––”

“Now,” he cut her off, “I’m not an asshole. I kept a roof over your head and clothes on your back for seven years. That’s a lot more than that shitbag of a father ever did for you. So, I’m gonna do you one more solid. You pick. You’ve got clothes in that bag that you can wear. Whatever is left in your room, you can also wear. I don’t know what is there. That was your mother’s doing. You can’t wear my towel. Now, here’s the choice. I can give you some of my clothes to wear, until tomorrow, or I can feed you. I’ll be in the kitchen when you make your choice.”

Annika made a squeaking noise, almost a gasp. Davis returned to his seat at the table and enjoyed his sandwich. He watched the clock for almost twenty minutes.

Finally, he heard the stairs creak. The sound of bare footsteps continued down the hall, and then the back door opened. The sound of the garbage can lid slamming shut followed a moment later. Davis suppressed a chuckle. For the first time, without being asked, Annika had taken out the trash.

He felt almost giddy with anticipation. Did she actually remove the nasty rags from the trash and put them back on? Was she going to walk into the kitchen wearing the small panties and bra? Either option would be satisfying in its own way.

What actually happened, as he should have expected, was satisfying in another way. Annika entered the kitchen, flushed with embarrassment, still wearing the towel around her body. She had, however, given up the one in her hair. The short, black strings were still wet and clung to her skin.

“May I please have something to eat?” she asked, and then added, “I took out the trash for you.”

“The trash appears to be standing in front of me,” he quipped and watched with delight as she reddened further with contained rage. “Your choices were either something to wear or something to eat. You are still wearing my towel, which was not a choice.”

Her eyes flashed with defiance and he saw her jaw tighten. His dick jerked. Davis held his ground, looking back calmly.

“That isn’t fair!” she finally snapped.

“I’m guessing that you’ve learned recently that we don’t live in a universe of fairness,” he said.

He stood, busied himself making another sandwich, as Annika fumed, and then returned to the table. He didn’t need the extra carbs, but he did need to make a point. He raised the sandwich to his mouth and Annika’s stomach grumbled loudly. The shameful flush returned. Davis paused with the sandwich halfway to his mouth.

“Fine!” she said. “Take your stupid towel.”

Davis pointedly ignored her as she undid the towel and threw it on the table. She stood before him wearing the skimpy panties and bra. Rather than give her the satisfaction of having him look at her body, though, he looked her directly in the eyes and offered her the sandwich. She snatched it and took a bite as quickly as if she hadn’t eaten in days. Perhaps she hadn’t.

Davis cocked one eyebrow at her as she chewed and she mumbled, “Thk ew.”

He nodded and gestured for her to sit. She did, and then attacked the sandwich like a ravenous dog. Damn it, he missed that dog. While her attention was focused on eating, he gave her tits a quick glance. He couldn’t help it. He compared them with the memory of her tits three years ago in a bikini top, and they did seem larger. That could just be the effect of the pushup bra, though. Hard to tell.

“After you eat, you can go to bed,” he said. “I want you out of here before I start working in the morning.”

Annika choked down her food and said, “Where am I gonna go?”

Davis shrugged.

“I don’t have any clothes!”

“Sounds like a you problem.”

“But you can’t just… kick me out!”

“You’re right. I can’t,” he said. “You don’t live here, so I’m not kicking you out. I’m providing you with my hospitality for one evening. It’s only neighborly.” He paused for a moment and then corrected, “You’re not really my neighbor either. I guess it’s more good old human compassion.”

Annika set down the sandwich and her lip quivered like she might start crying again.

Davis gave her some more good old human compassion by patting her hand and saying, “Now, don’t go crying on me. You can just run on back to that cunt licker of yours. Jesper? Crisper?”

“Casper,” Annika sniffled.

“Right, like the friendly ghost. I remember. You two can, I don’t know, pull each other’s hair or slap each other around. Catfight, I guess, and then you’ll get over it. Before you know it, you’ll be tongue deep in one another and all will be forgiven, eh?”

Annika began to sob into her hands.

“Sorry,” he said, unapologetically, “I figured that was how it worked. You have your spat, and then lez off while you listen to… Cunt Punchers? No. Carpet Munchers! That was the one you liked. Got a ring to it, I guess. Anyway, you two lez off and listen to Carpet Munchers spew that man hate and all’s right with the world. After three years of licking slit, I’m sure you can tongue-bang an orgasm out of that pale little twat and get her to say sorry, right?”

Annika sobbed harder and shook her head.

“No?” Davis asked. “What? You cheat on her or something?”

Annika shook her head again and her tits heaved with her racking sobs.

“She didn’t,” he said in mock astonishment. “That two-timing gash smasher cheated on you, didn’t she?”

Annika nodded as she sobbed. Being the kindhearted soul he was, Davis offered her the napkin he’d used to clean his hands, to dry her tears. Annika took it and sobbed into it some more.

“Well, shit,” he said. “That’s a tough break, kid. Well, you can always crowd in at the homeless shelter with the other bums. You’ll probably find yourself a beefy dyke that’ll protect you from the deranged rapists and desperate vagrants, who haven’t felt pussy in a decade. Heck, if you’re really good at licking bulldyke slit, she might even cuddle with you at night, pet your hair, and call you her sugar kitten. When I used to work the docks, I met a few dykes like that. I mean solid walls of muscle that could heft a crate that would have taken two of me to lift. You didn’t mess with their bitches. I’d recommend shacking up quick with the meanest one you can find.”

Just as it seemed she might be getting hold of herself, Davis added, “Otherwise, I give you a week before you’re knocked up and homeless. Maybe less, since you got no clothes.”

This time, Annika gave a wail of desperate agony and then, through her gasping sobs, cried, “You… can’t! Please! What did… I ever… do to… you!”

Davis leaned back in his chair and made a mental checklist.

“There was that American Girl doll for your eleventh birthday. Those fuckers are expensive. Not two weeks before that birthday you were all agog about that damn thing. Remember what you said when you unwrapped her?”

Annika nodded as she cried.

“What am I, ten? That’s what you said. You and that little shit from across the street, Jamie, busted out the Jensen’s front window with a rock when you didn’t like the way the cat always watched you two. Who had to pay for that happy accident? Oh, remember when you lifted my keys before you had a license, and you backed the car into the garage door?”

“Okay!” Annika shouted, her frustration bubbling over, “I’m… I’m a piece of shit!”

“I didn’t say it,” Davis said, shrugging. “Well, anywho, time’s a-tickin’. Let me show you to your room.”

He rose and beckoned Annika to follow. She did so, pressing the sodden napkin to her eyes and runny nose. In the hallway, Davis opened the basement door and started down the steps.

“What… what is that?” Annika bawled. “That’s not… my room!”

“You don’t, technically, have a room,” Davis said. “The spare room, upstairs, in which you used to sleep, is one of my rooms. For the one night I am allowing you to stay here, this is the room I am offering you. If you would rather sleep outside, I didn’t come looking for you and ask you to stay. Right?”

Annika, sniffling, followed him down the steps. She looked about in further confusion and misery.

“It doesn’t have a bed,” she said.

“Sure it does.”

Davis pointed to the dog bed and sighed with regret.

“That’s… I’m not a dog!”

“Debatable,” he grumbled.

Annika straightened up, found a spine, and snapped, “Whatever my mom did to you, she’s the… the cunt! I’m not the one that left you!”

“No, you didn’t. You left your mom. I just had to spend two years hearing about it. Now, if you wanna call me a bastard, go ahead. But I’m a bastard with a home, and a job, and I’m offering you a place to sleep for the night. Take it or leave it, Annie.”

Annika trembled with fury but she, truthfully, had no leverage. She sagged and Davis watched her tits jiggle as she looked about the cold, concrete room.

“May I please have a blanket?” she asked.

“Tell you what,” Davis said and watched her shrink even more. “I’ll let you choose. You can have some water, to wash that sandwich down, or I can give you a blanket. What do you say?”

“Why are you being so mean?”

Davis looked taken aback and he exclaimed, “Mean? Mean would be turning you out in the street right now. I’d say, given that I have zero responsibility for you, what I’m being is pretty doggone generous. If you would rather not avail yourself of my generosity, I can point you in the direction of a homeless shelter. Now, will it be water, a blanket, or the door?”

“May I please have some water?”

“Sure. Here,” he handed her the remote to the TV and switched it on. “You can watch the TV and I’ll get you some water.”

Annika did not seem as if she wanted to watch TV, but having (literally) nothing else to occupy herself with, other than her misery, she accepted the remote. Davis left, and returned a minute later with a glass of water. Annika had turned off the TV.

“Didn’t find anything you liked?”

She tried to kill him with her eyes as she said, “You know I didn’t.”

He handed her the water, which she drank gratefully. She drank half the glass in a long swallow, then set it on the table next to the TV.

“Suit yourself,” he said and shrugged. “I’ll wake you early.”

Davis left her, climbed the steps, shut the door, and took a seat in the living room. He switched on the TV, put on the news, but he didn’t watch it. Instead, he pulled up the app for the cameras on his phone and brought the basement camera up in fullscreen.

He pulled a thick, warm throw blanket over his lap and watched Annika pace back and forth across the chilly concrete, with her arms around herself. It took her ten minutes, but she finally went to the dog bed, looked down at its soft, furry lining, and nudged it with her foot. She shivered. Davis gave a low chuckle. This was better than most shows with budgets and actors.

She kicked at the dog bed again, and then she looked around the empty room. She sank to her knees on the soft cushion, then lay on it. With her arms huddled around herself, she tucked her knees up to her chest and began to cry. Davis rubbed his crotch as he watched her sniffling and sobbing, her hopelessness bringing her ever closer to the time in which she’d have to make more decisions about her future.

Every choice ahead of her was a bad one, and she was reflecting on her life, feeling sorry for herself, but also wallowing in guilt because it was her own fault. He could practically hear her thoughts as she called herself stupid, idiot, and he was certain she also cursed her mother. Davis did, too.

He watched Annika’s misery for almost an hour before she got out of the dog bed and examined the bathroom door. She hefted the lock, tugged on it, and then stamped her foot. Then, she grabbed her foot and hollered. That concrete floor was not very forgiving. She hobbled around the room cursing as Davis chuckled and rubbed his cock. Annika returned to the door and examined it again, then her shoulder slumped in defeat. She started for the stairs.

Davis minimized the camera app and pretended to watch the news. He could hear the patter of Annika’s bare feet on the wood floor of the hallway, then the sound stopped as she paused at the hallway bathroom door. He knew she was trying that one, too, but Davis had already pushed the button lock on the inside. Unless she had a paperclip handy, she wasn’t getting in. Next, she climbed the steps, where she would encounter the same problem. Likewise, if she were brave enough to try to enter his bedroom, that door he kept locked with a real key.

Shortly thereafter, Annika appeared in the doorway, blushing, a touch angry, with her hands on her hips. Davis fixed her with a questioning, annoyed look. She really did have nice tits.

“Why are all the bathrooms locked?” she demanded.

“So that no vagrants or freeloaders make off with my toiletries or use my water. You ever been to one of those gas stations, where they keep the key on some big stick or something? You have to go to the counter and ask for it?”

Annika reddened at being called a vagrant and a freeloader, but she couldn’t deny that the description was accurate. She shifted cutely from foot to foot, her need obvious.

“May I please use your restroom,” she asked.

“Tell you what,” Davis said and Annika gave a frustrated groan. “I’ll give you a choice. I can let you use the potty, but if I do you’re out of here tonight. I don’t let homeless girls in just so they can eat my food and piss in my toilet.”

Annika made a distressed noise and looked like she might cry.

“Or,” Davis said, holding up his hand, “You can go out back and piss like a real homeless girl. If you do that, then I’m going to spank you for pissing on my grass, but I’ll also put a roof over your head for one more night and feed you again tomorrow.”

The humiliated flush in Annika’s cheeks deepened to a near-apoplectic purple fury. Her fists curled into little balls and, for a moment, he thought she might actually charge at him, or at least punch the wall. Instead she stamped her foot again, which he had to admit was just a tad adorable. It also made her tits jiggle nicely.

“I hate you!” she shouted. “I hate you!”

Davis shrugged, then added, “If you want to piss outside, you can also have this blanket. After I spank your ass for pissing on my grass.”

Annika growled one more time and then stalked away.

“Don’t steal my paper towels, vagrant!” he yelled after her.

Another frustrated growl came from the kitchen. A moment later, the back door opened. Davis flicked up the camera app and, sure enough, she crept timidly out the back door and onto the grass. Delightedly, he watched her tip-toe just off of the back porch, pull down her panties, squat precariously, and piss on the grass. When she finished, she looked about and clawed at some grass, which was useless as wipe. With no obvious option, she simply stood and pulled up her panties, then wiped at the humiliated tears in her eyes. Her head hanging, she came back in.

Davis accessed the recording, isolated the video of her pissing, and then set the phone aside. Annika returned to the living room, looking at the floor.

“May I please have the blanket?” she asked.

Davis held the blanket out and said, “Use this to wipe yourself.”

Annika grimaced and said, “I… I have to sleep with that.”

“No. You want to sleep with it,” he corrected. “You don’t have to. You do, however, have to use it to wipe your pissy pussy before I spank you. I don’t want to get piss on my hand.”

He was unmoved by the sight of her further tears as she accepted the blanket and began to walk away. He stopped her. Privacy was a notion that she needed to understand was something that only came at his say-so.

“Right here, vagrant.”

Annika turned back. She looked uncertain if she wanted to curse at him again. The blanket, though, soft and warm in her hand decided for her. She tugged her panties down, just enough to get one small corner of the blanket between her legs, and she wiped her crotch. When she finished, she made to pull the panties back up, but Davis held out his hand.

“I’ll have those,” he said.

“But––”

“You’re already a vagrant that pisses outside,” he reminded her. “I’m not having a vagrant under my roof that wears pissy panties. I’ll have those.”

“That’s gross!” she protested. “You’re so gross! Why are you doing this?”

Davis shrugged again and said, “Netflix gets a bit tiresome. This is entertaining.”

Annika growled again and slapped the wet panties into his hand, smugly saying, “I thought you didn’t want homeless piss on your hand?”

It was a good one, he thought, but he returned, “I changed my mind. Homeowner’s prerogative. Now, come lay across my lap.”

“Can’t I just go to bed?”

“Sure. There’s a shelter downtown. If you start now, you might make it there by morning.”

Annika bowed her head and, with the blanket clutched in her fist, she lay across his lap. Davis took up his phone, admiring her naked, tightly clenched ass and trembling legs. He cast the video from the app to the big-screen TV and heard Annika gasp. The cameras were HD quality, but not up to the challenge of providing a crystal-clear image on the big 4K TV. Still, it was clear enough for Annika to see herself creeping out the back door and onto the grass.

“What the fu––”

Davis slapped her ass and she wailed.

“Okay!” she cried. “Let me up!”

Davis made a noise halfway between a laugh and a snort and asked, “You call that a spanking? Look at you. Creeping around in the night, pissing on people’s grass.”

He spanked her other cheek and she kicked her legs as she screeched.

“I take you in off the street, feed you, clean you up, give you a place to stay,” he spanked her again and she started to sob, “and you go off and piss on my grass!”

Another hard whack fell on her other cheek. She cried and kicked her legs, her ass stinging and turning red, face buried in the couch cushion.

“You look at what you did,” he growled. “Eyes up, vagrant!”

Annika watched herself, on a loop, pissing on the grass. Davis spanked her hard, once on each cheek.

“I’d appreciate an apology,” he said.

“I’m sorry!” she yelled. “Please stop!”

“Tell me you’re sorry for pissing on my grass like a stupid slut.”

He gently rubbed her bottom, then pulled back his hand to get the message across.

“I’m sorry for pissing on your grass like a stupid slut!” Annika howled.

Davis quickly yanked her legs apart and Annika squealed as he laid one last, fast smack right on her naked cunt.

“Apology accepted,” he said. “Now, go to your room and think about what you did.”

Humiliated and violated, Annika daintily stood up and, clutching the blanket, fled as quickly as her stinging ass allowed. Davis flicked the cameras back to real-time and brought up the basement. Annika scurried across the concrete floor, wiping at her face with the blanket. She got back into the dog bed and curled up, pulling the blanket tightly around her. For several minutes, she lay huddled under it. Then, she poked her head out of her shelter and looked around. She looked left, right, and then her gaze turned up, and she looked right into the camera. Her head retreated into the blanket like a turtle into its shell.

“Best goddamn thing on TV,” Davis muttered.

Adapting Annika

It had been a long day, but Davis knew that he couldn’t risk sleeping. Thus, he stayed in the chair, but turned out the lights and set the camera up to trigger from motion. Then, he dozed.

The phone chimed only a couple of hours later and he picked it up. Annika was up and making a beeline for the steps, with the blanket wrapped around her near-nudity. Davis watched her pass by the camera and then he waited. The basement door creaked open. A moment later he could hear Annika in the kitchen.

The refrigerator door opened and he listened to the sounds of her pulling out food, and then more sounds as she opened drawers. Though she tried to be quiet about it, the noise carried across the quiet house. The sound of a garbage bag rustling came next and Davis knew it was time. He rose from the chair and strode to the kitchen entrance, then leaned in the doorway and observed her stuffing the food into the bag. On the counter was also a set of expensive silver, which had been in his family for a long time.

He clicked open the phone and dialed three numbers. At the sound of the click and the tone, Annika’s gaze shot toward the doorway and she went white. Davis turned the phone screen toward her, showed her the number on the screen, and moved to press the call button.

“No!” Annika squeaked.

“I’ve caught a burglar in my home,” Davis said. “I should really report this.”

Annika looked at the bag and the silver, guilt plain on her face.

“I’m sorry,” she muttered.

Davis’ finger hovered over the button as he asked, “So, what was your plan? You were going to steal my food, my family’s heirloom silver, stash it until I booted you out? Or were you just going to sneak out of here tonight with it?”

“I––”

“Let’s play this out. The moment I realize you’ve stolen my shit, I call the cops. I have video evidence of it,” he pointed to the camera in the corner, “and I can accurately describe the thief. Let’s say you go pawn off that silver and get, maybe, 100 bucks for it. That’s enough to get you some clothes and a little food. What next? Now, you’re a thief, homeless, and broke. Seems a bit worse than just being homeless and broke.”

Annika reddened. Of course, she hadn’t thought past stealing the things and getting some money for them. It had probably seemed like a good idea in her pretty, stupid head. Having it explained to her, though, made it sound every bit as dumb as it was.

“You want to go, you’re welcome to. You’re not exactly a prisoner here. I haven’t forced you to do a single thing, and I never will. I’m not some psycho, kidnapping fucker. Go on, girl. Roll on out of here. I’ll keep the blanket, though.”

He held out his hand for the blanket. Annika looked at it in despair and pulled it more tightly around her.

“I… I’m sorry,” she said again and hung her head.

“Apology accepted. I won’t report your intended theft. Now, my blanket, please?”

Her lip quivered and her shoulders trembled as another bout of sobbing threatened to spill forth.

“Tell you what,” Davis said and Annika slowly raised her head, a mixture of horror and hope in her eyes. “I’ll give you a choice.”

Annika sniffled and choked on a sob. She didn’t seem fond of making choices.

“Now, I said I’d put you up for one more night, and I’m a man of my word. Then, you repaid my hospitality by trying to rob me. Now, you can be on your way, and you can keep the blanket. But I’m going to call the cops and tell them about the homeless girl that robbed me in the middle of the night. Or, I can honor my agreement to let you stay another night, but I’m going to discipline you for being a thieving, half-naked slut.”

Annika wiped at her eyes with the blanket, looked at the food in the bag, then out the window into the night.

“I’ll… I’d appreciate it if you’d let me stay another night,” she grumbled.

Davis nodded and said, “Alright. Now, let’s be about that discipline.”

“Can’t I just go to bed? You’re already making me sleep in the basement.”

Davis shook his head and reminded her, “I’m not making you sleep in the basement. You’re choosing to sleep in the basement because it’s a better alternative to sleeping outside on the street. The basement is what I’m offering you, out of the kindness of my heart. You also chose to stay, which carried with it the choice of submitting to discipline.”

Annika choked on another sob and asked, “What are you going to do?”

Davis pondered this for a long moment as he watched Annika twist the blanket with trepidation. It was not that he needed to ponder it. It was, simply, that Annika’s uncertainty was very cute to watch.

“Tell you what,” he said and Annika groaned. “I’ll give you a choice. I know damn well how you hate a spanking. You always did. Clearly, the one I laid on you earlier didn’t work. So, we can repeat that exercise again, only it’s gonna be twenty swats on your naked cunt,” Annika cried into the blanket and shook her head, “Or you can go down to the basement and watch the TV.”

Annika gave a shudder and peeked over the blanket with red-rimmed, puffy eyes.

“But… Don’t make me watch that, please!” she squeaked.

“The spanking it is, then,” Davis concluded.

“No!” Annika snapped. “I… I mean… I’ll watch it.”

“Alright,” Davis agreed. “You head back down. I’ll be right there.”

“Why?” she asked.

“Why, what?”

“Why are you going to be there?” she asked.

“I’m not. But if you’re going to watch it, you’re going to do it the way I tell you to. Now, go.”

The confusion and misery on her face were a delight as she brushed past him and trudged back down the steps. Davis made a quick jog upstairs, unlocked his bedroom door, and dipped inside. Inside the nightstand, he found what he needed. He returned to the basement, where Annika had turned on the TV. She held the remote in her shaking hand, standing with the blanket wrapped around her. He handed her a pink vibrator.

“What is that?” she asked, looking at it suspiciously.

“Lesbos don’t use vibrators?” he asked. “I just assumed… Maybe that’s just a porn thing. Don’t know. You’re going to use one, however.”

“I know what it is,” she snapped. “Why do I have to use it?”

“If you’re going to watch the porn box, you’re going to masturbate to it. People don’t watch porn for sheer entertainment. They do it to get off.”

Annika shuddered and complained, “But I don’t want to watch it, and I don’t want to… to do that!”

“The spanking, then,” Davis concluded.

“But… Fine,” she said, growling unhappily.

She took the vibrator.

“Good. Now, you just settle into bed and get to vibrating your twat to the porn box. You can keep the blanket on. I’m not doing this to get my jollies or get off to you. The best way to deal with a kid that’s got no respect is to make them do something embarrassing. I think Dr. Phil said that. Or Dr. Spock. One of those geniuses. Anywho, I’m sure it’s not going to be a picnic to get your cummies to the kind of shows that are on the porn box, but that’s the point of discipline, right? You’re not supposed to like it.”

“You’re so gross!” Annika whined.

Davis shrugged and said, “I’m not the one that’s naked and about to masturbate to degrading bimbo porn.”

Annika reddened and her eyes flicked to the stairs. Davis saw the debate in her eyes, wondering if it wouldn’t be better to go sleep on the street. Davis flicked open his photo album and scrolled to his favorites. He clicked one and turned it so that Annika could see it. The photo was from years ago when he’d been a young man working the docks. He’d snapped a picture of it on the phone to preserve the memory. He’d never imagined, though, that he’d be using it this way. The photo showed his younger self, alongside two larger men. Behind them, dwarfing the three men, stood a massive hulk of a woman that Davis suspected had been part ogre.

“That’s Butch,” he pointed to her. “She called herself that. I’m sure you can see why. Anywho, when you get to the shelter, that’s the kind of woman you want to make nice with. Consider this bit of advice a freebie, because I like you.”

Annika sat down in the dog bed and fumbled with the remote.

“I’ll wake you for breakfast,” Davis said and walked up the steps.

In the living room, he brought up the camera app and watched Annika masturbate under the blanket. He could see the misery on her face on the small screen. The porn box had been one of those ideas that seemed like a good addition to the man cave. It contained hundreds of hours of downloaded porn clips, Davis’ favorites going back years. Annika wouldn’t find any lesbian porn on it, but there were a great number of videos that contained two women. Sometimes more. In most of those, the women were rather unkind to one another, but that was what he liked. Nothing quite like a good gender betrayal to beat one off to.

Davis cast the app to the TV and sat back to fondle his cock. Annika was clearly not enjoying the sight of whatever was on the screen but, as the time passed, that began to change. He figured it wasn’t the images of women being gangbanged or holding each other down so that men could faux-rape them. It was, likely, just her body’s natural response to the stimulation of the vibrator.

Getting her sexually confused cunt to get excited by degrading straight porn wasn’t the hard part. The difficult work would be getting her mind to accept that she liked it. In the process, she might break, but that wasn’t a Davis problem. Breaking her was going to be just a step. Adjusting her, then rebuilding her the way he wanted, was going to be the reward.

On the TV, Annika shook, trembled, and then she orgasmed. He could see tears glistening on her cheeks as it happened. He’d never believed that Annika was actually a lesbian. She might have a preference, but her actual orientation wasn’t consequential. For now, he simply enjoyed the sight of her orgasming to the porn. Tomorrow, there would be more choices for Annika to make, and with each one she would continue to realize that she was doing it to herself.

***

Annika quickly shut off the porn box after she orgasmed. Davis hadn’t specified a point at which she could stop watching the porn, so she made the decision that cumming was the proper place to stop. Davis didn’t dispute this.

He left the motion sensors on the camera active and napped for a few hours, before showering as Annika slept in the dog bed. He gave her three hours of rest and then awoke her at five in the morning. When he nudged the bed with his foot, she poked her bleary eyes out of the blanket and gave him a pleading look.

“Rise and shine,” he said. “I’ve got breakfast going and you’ve got chores to do.”

“Chores?” Annika croaked.

“Did you think I was just going to let you laze around all day, watching porno until I show you the door tomorrow? No. If you’re going to take advantage of my hospitality, you need to do something to contribute.”

Annika groaned.

“Up, up,” he prompted.

Annika, reluctantly, pulled the blanket around herself and wobbled to her feet. She cast a glance at the locked bathroom.

“Tell you what,” Davis said, following her look, and Annika whined. “I’ll give you a choice. I can let you use my bathroom, but you’re gonna give up my blanket and my bed tonight. Or, you can piss outside like a real homeless girl, after which I’m going to spank your ass again for pissing on my lawn, but you get to keep the bed, the blanket, and I’ll even take you out to get a few clothes today. That way, when you go down to the shelter tomorrow, you won’t have to do so looking like a bare-cunted slut.”

Annika looked at the bathroom door, then down at the dog bed, and pulled the blanket around herself.

“There’s always the third option,” Davis added. “You can leave right now, with everything you came here in. Every decision you make is yours.”

“Can I please have some toilet paper?” Annika asked.

Davis considered this and said, “Tell you what,” and Annika gave a frustrated growl. “I’ll give you a choice. I can let you have a roll of paper to do your business, but you’re gonna do it on the front lawn and leave the blanket here. Or, you can get creative and find your own method to clean yourself, and you get to do it in the backyard and keep the blanket.”

Annika hung her head and began to trudge up the steps. Davis followed. He watched her go out the back door and then watched through the app as Annika relieved herself on the grass. He watched her consider using the blanket once more to wipe herself, but then she made a different decision which was more delightful. She worked off her bra and used it, instead. Rather than putting the pissy garment back on, she put it into the dumpster before she came back inside. Davis, sitting at the table, felt his dick harden.

Annika entered the kitchen flushed with humiliation, the blanket covering her nudity, and fumbled with a chair.

“Let’s get that spanking out of the way,” Davis declared and stood.

“Please,” Annika pleaded.

“Tell you what,” he said, and Annika looked as if she wanted to bang her skull on the tabletop in frustration. “I’ll give you a choice. You can forgo the spanking. However, there will come a time when you want that bathroom, and it’s not gonna be to take a pee. When that time comes, I’m going to ask that you do your business on the grass and that you clean up your mess. Again, you can get creative about how you do that. Or, you can take your licks and, when that time comes, I’ll allow you to use my bathroom and my toilet paper.”

Annika paled and stood up immediately.

“Now, go grab that vibrator from the basement,” Davis instructed.

“What?” Annika asked.

“Oh, I didn’t mention? Gosh, darn it. Right. Since you wanted to be a difficult bitch about getting your butt whacked, you’re going to masturbate while I give you your whacks. The whacks are going to continue until you manage to get yourself off.”

“But––”

“Let’s think this through,” Davis proposed. “You can walk out the door right now, butt-naked, with nothing. Unless you want to go get those rags you came in with. That’s a choice you have at any moment. I will do nothing to stop you. You’re not a prisoner, Annika. You came to me and asked to stay here. In so doing, you’ll be giving up a bed, a blanket, a day of being fed, and new clothes. In order to have those things, you will do some chores, and you will get your ass paddled for pissing on my lawn. You will, also, vibe your twat while I’m delivering your paddling to your behind. So, what will you choose? Breakfast is cooling.”

Annika looked at the warm food on the stove, the blanket around her naked body, and then she brushed past him angrily and started down to the basement. Davis took a seat in the living room and waited. When Annika returned, she looked at the toy in her hand and Davis could see her consider if she might be able to beat him with it. She decided she could not. Instead, she obediently lay across his lap.

Davis pulled the blanket away and Annika began to sniffle with humiliation at, once more, showing him her naked ass. Even worse, she was going to masturbate in front of him while he spanked her like a child. She clicked the vibrator and the electric hum filled the silence. She, awkwardly, held the thing against her pussy.

Davis grinned inwardly at the futility of that. She had her legs pressed tightly together, unwilling to show him her cunt. If she tried to get herself off like that, they’d be here all day. Davis didn’t mind. He had two hands. One of those hands came down with a crack on Annika’s ass.

“Ow! she screeched and the vibrator slipped out of her hand to fall to the floor.

Davis allowed her to retrieve it with a shaking hand and she tried, once again to masturbate with it. Her second attempt proved no easier, though Davis had no trouble delivering another hard whack to her reddened bottom.

“Ow!” Annika yelped again and kicked her legs.

Once more, she dropped the toy.

“I can’t!” she whined. “It’s… It’s impossible!”

“Pick it up and give it here,” he instructed.

Annika picked it up and handed it to him.

“Best you let me take care of this. Now, open your legs.”

“What?” Annika blurted, incredulous.

“Well, if you can’t vibe your twat yourself, then I’m gonna have to do it for you. I suppose it’s good for the dexterity and all, but a touch inconvenient.”

“But––”

“Tell you what,” Davis cut her off, and Annika kicked her legs again in frustration. Davis delivered another whack on her bottom and she shrieked. “I’ll give you a choice. You can do it yourself. Based on the examples we’ve seen, we could be here all day. Now, I don’t mind. It’s not my ass on the line. Or, I can inconvenience myself and do it for you, but you’re going to repeat a special phrase for me while I give you your whacks.”

Annika, reluctantly, parted her legs. Davis couldn’t really see her cunt well, but that didn’t matter. Eventually, they’d become intimately acquainted. Of that, there was little doubt. Annika just had to keep making the choices that would get her there. He pressed the vibrator to her slit and Annika gave a small moan, which she couldn’t quite hide. Davis suspected that the spanking wasn’t quite the punishment he’d intended. When he ran the vibrator through her slit, then pulled it back to look at it, his suspicions were confirmed. It was wet.

He pushed the toy back against her cunt and slowly ran it between her lips. Annika drew her arms in and her body gave a small shake. He hesitated on the next spanking, working her up a bit with the toy to get those good feelings rolling through her. While he held the vibrator against her button and watched her squirm, he delivered the line.

“Repeat after me: I’m sorry for being a stupid, homeless slut, Sir.”

Annika didn’t repeat the lines. Her legs kicked a little bit and her butt squirmed. Davis gave her a good whack and broke her pleasurable wiggling.

“I’m sorry!” she wailed.

He pressed the vibrator harder to her clit and gave her another slap on the other cheek.

“Why are you sorry?” he asked.

“For… being a stupid, homeless slut!”

“Sir,” he corrected and gave her another slap.

“Sir!” she added.

“Again, please,” he instructed and slid the vibrator up her gash.

“I’m sorry… for being a stupid, homeless slut,” he pushed the toy into her cunt and she shrieked, “Sir!”

Her legs kicked again.

“Continue,” he directed and smacked her again.

“I’m sorry for being a stupid, homeless slut, Sir!”

Whack!

“I’m sorry for being a stupid, homeless slut, Sir!”

Davis relented and toyed her cunt for several minutes, bringing her to the brink as she repeated the words. Ten minutes passed, then fifteen, and Annika was wiggling and pushing her cunt against the toy. The phrase had shortened in that time, but Davis did not correct her.

“I’m… a stupid, homeless… slut, Sir!” she gasped. “I’m… a stupid, homeless… slut, Sir!”

Whack!

Annika orgasmed in his lap. He clung tightly to her ass cheek with one hand and continued vibrating her twat as she came and mumbled, “I’m… a stupid… homeless… slut!”

***

Davis hadn’t actually spanked her that much. It was only ten good whacks. He’d spent most of the time just toying her cunt and making her cum, delivering a good crack to her ass just to remind her that she was supposed to be disciplined. In truth, he’d really just wanted to hear her admit that she was a stupid slut as often as possible, while his erection poked her stomach. Despite letting her off easy, Annika still stood, rather than sat, to eat her breakfast. Davis had even given her a glass of water to go with it, generous and caring man that he was.

After breakfast, Davis set Annika about her chores. He kept a tidy home, but it never hurt to avail oneself of a maid when the opportunity arose. And so, Annika cleaned toilets and floors, swept carpets, and dusted every window and shelf in the house. While she did, Davis submitted some work, then sent notice that he’d be out unexpectedly for the rest of the week, and possibly the next. Though it was tempting to watch the cameras and witness Annika’s humiliation at doing chores in the nude, he’d promised he wouldn’t peek. The fact that he’d vibrated her naked pussy to orgasm only a short time before, hadn’t diminished her embarrassment at being nude in front of him, however. That was alright. Davis was patient.

He allowed her the use of the shower once more, once the chores were complete.

“Just because you’re a stupid, homeless slut,” he said and watched her flush with rage and humiliation, “doesn’t mean I want to be seen in public with a dirty, homeless slut. Clean up and I’ll get you some of your mom’s leftover clothes to wear.”

Annika sputtered, “You had my mom’s clothes this whole time?”

“Of course. She took a lot, but I guess my dog took up the rest of the room.”

“Can I have them?” Annika asked, and then added, “Please?”

“Absolutely not. They aren’t yours. I’m going to loan you an outfit, but if she comes back, I’m not going to have her start in on me about having given away her shit. It’s her shit. She’s welcome to it. You are not.”

When Annika returned from the shower, covered in both the towel and the blanket, Davis had a set of clothes ready. Annika wasn’t quite the same size as her mother. There was a twenty-year difference, after all. For one, Annika had bigger tits. She, also, had a slimmer waist, as she’d never had a child and didn’t have any of her mother’s middle-aged weight. The first complaint about the clothes was the lack of underwear, as Davis had expected.

“I can’t go out in this without panties!” Annika complained.

“Why not? You’ve done pretty well around here without them so far.”

“This skirt is too short,” she complained. “If I barely move I’ll be showing off!”

Davis considered this and said, “I’ll tell you what.”

Annika quickly shut the bathroom door. Davis chuckled. When Annika finally came downstairs, Davis was more than pleased by her discomfort. The top he’d chosen tied around the neck. It was white and trimmed in black around the small ruffles that graced the sides of her tits. Her breasts were pressed together and looked like two melons packed into a space that was far too small for them. This was because the top was intended for a woman who had tits half the size of Annika’s.

The matching skirt was so short that the bottom of her ass was hanging out. The skirt wasn’t quite her fit, but had a tie around the waist in addition to the elastic band. On her feet, she awkwardly staggered in a pair of glossy, black boots with a thick four-inch heel. The outfit wasn’t one that was designed to be worn in public. It was one of those things Annika’s mother had picked up from a sex shop but never worn for him. On Annika’s body, the outfit was downright trashy.

“Do I have to wear this?” she whined. “I can barely walk in these. My mom’s feet were bigger.”

“You don’t have to wear them,” Davis said. “You’re choosing to wear them because you want new clothes. If I’m going to buy you those clothes, the stipulation is that you wear the outfit. You can, also, choose to stay here and be naked under a blanket, until you leave tomorrow. Or, you can choose to leave at any moment. At some point, I’m hoping that you’ll understand that life is filled with choices. They are not always the best choices, but they will be yours. Some people will attempt to take away your free will. I’m not one of them. Now, shall we?”

Annika followed behind, her shoulders sagging and head down, bumbling in the slutty shoes.

***

Annika sulked the entire ride to the mall, and then hesitated when it was time to get out of the car. Clearly, she did not want to wear the ridiculous outfit in a public place. There was not a single person that could look at her in it and not think slut.

“I can’t do it,” she whispered. “Davis, I can’t do it.”

Davis thought for a moment and then said, “Tell you what,” and Annika groaned, but she couldn’t bring herself to open the door. “I’m going to ask you one question. If the answer to that question is negative, then I will take you back home, let you pick any outfit that’s left to wear, and then I will buy you seven outfits of your choosing. You can, also, stay under my roof for one more night. If, on the other hand, the answer to my question is affirmative, then you’ll walk in there dressed as you are. Of course, there is always the third option, but since that outfit doesn’t belong to you, you’re not taking it with you.”

Annika looked uncertain. Then, she asked, “What’s the question?”

Davis grinned and said, “lift yourself off the seat.”

Annika looked at him curiously, suspicious, but she inched herself up off the seat, pulling the skirt over her crotch.

Davis looked at the seat and said, “The answer is yes.”

Annika looked down at her seat, where a small wet smear from her cunt glistened on the leather. She quickly sat back down, crossed her arms under her tits, and blushed. Davis opened the door, rounded the car, and then opened hers. Annika stepped outside.

It was amusing, he thought, to watch her alternate tugging the front of the skirt down to cover her cunt, then the back to shield her ass. Her skin glowed with a nice red tint as Davis led her to his first choice of store. The store was named Fresh N’ Fun, and it was a new addition. Posters in the windows declared that it was a grand opening and proudly displayed the store’s name. The text below read, “A DomCo Company.”

Annika seemed less enthusiastic at the offerings than did Davis. The store was separated into sections. In one corner, a sign hung from the ceiling indicating “Dark and Dirty,” while a second quarter of the large space was for, “Tiny and Tantalizing.” Still, a third section was marked, “Fertile and Flirty,” while the final section was, “Pretty in Pink.” It was to this last that Davis took Annika.

The offerings in this section were all bubblegum pop, pink, white, and reeked of brainless bimbosity. Annika gaped at them in horror.

“Seriously?” she whined.

“Did you bring any money of your own?” Davis asked.

He was surprised when her flush deepened even further. She was nearly as pink as the girly clothes around her.

“These are disgusting,” she said, plucking at a pink tube top with white trim.

“I think they’re just adorable,” Davis said.

Annika followed behind him as he studied the clothes. He handed her a glossy, pink, vinyl mini skirt and a white top with a deep neckline and a pair of big, pink kissy lips on the front. Annika looked ill. His second choice was a PU leather mini dress, also in baby pink. Annika nearly choked when she had to tell him her size.

Next, he selected two pairs of glossy heels, one in pink and the other in white. He led her to the dressing rooms. Annika tried on the two-piece outfit, showed him as instructed, and he approved. The dress, also, met with his approval. He purchased the clothes for her and they started back to the car.

Annika got stares from everyone, tottering along on the precarious heels, her skin flushed, consternation plain on her face. It was pushing lunch time now, so Davis veered toward the food court of the mall. He set the bags at one of the tables and had Annika sit with them. Then, he ordered Chinese and brought it back to the table. He only had one tray.

Annika looked at it and smacked her lips. Davis took a bite and Annika made a small, pathetic whine, much like a dog begging from the floor. Davis raised a brow as he swallowed.

“You said you’d feed me today,” Annika whispered.

Davis nodded and replied, “I fed you breakfast. I didn’t specify how many times I would feed you.”

“That’s not fa––”

“Tell you what,” Davis cut her off.

“Oh my God,” Annika said and put her head in her hands.

“Seeing as my generosity, apparently, knows no bounds, I’ll feed you two more meals today. If I do, you’re going over to that hair place,” he motioned with his fork, “and when you come out, you’re going to be a blonde with extensions. This whole,” he gesticulated with his fork at her hair, “whatever that is you’ve got going on? It isn’t cute.”

“Or?” Annika said.

Davis nodded and said, “Or, I can not feed you twice more today, and our agreement stands as-is.”

He waited. And he ate.

“Does that food include drinks?” Annika asked.

Davis grinned and said, “Now you’re learning. Yes. You can also have drinks.”

“And the bathroom?” she asked.

“Don’t push it, vagrant.”

He did not mention that he had no control over the mall restrooms.

“Okay,” Annika said.

“What would you like to eat?”

***

Goddamned hair was expensive shit, Davis thought, as he settled Annika’s bill almost three hours later. He tipped the stylist well, in addition, because the results were fantastic. Annika was far less thrilled by the results. She preferred dark and dreary in almost everything. Black hair, black clothes, rips, holes, and screaming lesbians making music. Long blonde locks and bubblegum pink bimbo suits were the antitheses of everything she loved. Her displeasure––No. Her pure, unadulterated hatred of the hair was written across her pretty face as plain as it if had been scrawled with black marker.

As Davis led her back to the car, making her carry the bags, he watched her body vibrating with rage. At the end of this journey, he surmised, she’d either leave, be broken, or she’d murder him in his sleep. She didn’t speak to him on the way home. Not that he expected her to.

“I want you to put on the pink dress and the pink heels,” Davis instructed.

“Why?”

“So that we can go out to dinner tonight. You did want to eat dinner, right?”

“Yeah, but… I just thought we’d eat here.”

“Seeing as I’m a generous fellow, I thought I’d at least treat you to a nice meal before you go tomorrow. Sort of a, I don’t know, a farewell to the good old days. With you and your mom both out of my life for good, it’s kind of like starting a whole new chapter. I mean, life holds so much promise and the future looks bright. It might be time to start planning my next move. Maybe even a real move, you know, get out of this town and head for warmer climes. Beaches, mountains. There are so many possibilities.”

Annika looked as though she might vomit. Davis clapped her on the shoulder and said, “Don’t look so glum, kiddo. You’re young. Life’s your oyster. You’ve got your own way to go and possibilities of your own. It’ll be like an adventure! Which shelter will be the one for the next night? Will you be a stripper, a hooker, the next porn princess? Which rapist is the father of my baby? You see? Adventure. Excitement. What? Why are you crying, Annie?”

Annika was crying, shaking her head, and sobbing into her hands. Davis pulled her in for a hug and patted her new, shiny bimbo hair.

“Now, now,” he shushed her. “With that new hair and the clothes you liked, you’re going to look, easily, ten times cuter and more rapeable. Why, if I were a betting man, I’d wager you’ll have yourself a good pimp in under a week. I’d even be daring enough to say that with a face as pretty as yours, he won’t even be keen to slap you too hard. Wouldn’t want to leave a mark, you know?”

Davis’ method of consolation, heartfelt as it was, did not abate Annika’s tears.

“Anywho, why don’t you go put on that dress and the pink heels and we’ll get going. You may want to dry up those tears, though. No one likes an unhappy bimbo.”

It took Annika some time to dry her tears before she put on the dress and the pink heels. Davis had to help her walk in the spiked heels. He’d taken the time to make himself look––were he to be honest––quite dapper. He admired Annika’s breasts spilling over the top of the embarrassing dress, while she looked out the window vacantly.

The establishment was a nicer one, not something that one needed to be waitlisted for, but a solid four stars. While he took water with his meal, he let Annika order two glasses of wine before he cut her off.

“It wouldn’t do to go out into the big scary world with a hangover, would it?” he reminded her.

Annika didn’t reply, but stared at the table, picking at her food miserably. She’d only eaten half of it. Despite the gawking of the other patrons and staff, Annika didn’t even have the presence of mind to be properly humiliated by her current state of dress. She was far too focused on imagining the horrors that awaited her on the morrow. Davis, however, thought the meal was excellent.

He had the server box up the remainder of Annika’s food and, in the car, he set it on the back seat and remarked, “You can take that with you in the morning. My little parting gift.”

Annika had no reply. She stared out the window on the drive home. It was just after seven in the evening when they returned to Davis’ house.

“What a day,” Davis said with a stretch and a yawn. I don’t know about you, but I’m bushed. Why don’t you go hit the hay and I’ll wake you early.”

Annika, hanging her head shuffled toward the basement. She dragged the blanket behind her on the floor. Davis settled himself in front of the TV to wait for her despair to take over. It happened more quickly than he thought.

More than once over the thirty minutes, he was tempted to watch the camera app. The anticipation was nearly unbearable. Instead, he dozed on the couch with the motion sensors set on the camera. He snapped up when they triggered.

The sound of the basement door opening was soon followed by the clack of heels against the hardwood floor. The steps quieted as Annika walked across the carpet. She stood in front of him with wet cheeks and red eyes, the most pitiful look of defeat on her face. She fell on her knees and put her face into his lap and cried. Davis was certain that she could feel his hard cock.

He rested his hand on her new hair and stroked it kindly as she blubbered.

“Please,” she finally pleaded. “Please don’t make me go!”

Davis continued to stroke her hair.

“I can’t go to a… a shelter! I don’t want a pimp! I can’t do it. Please!”

Davis continued to stroke her hair.

“I’ll… I’ll do all the chores,” she offered. “I’ll clean everything! I’ll make food and… and mow the grass. Just, please, don’t make me go!”

Davis, at last, lifted her head.

“Tell you what,” he said.

“No,” Annika whispered.

“I’ll give you a choice.”

Annika made an incomprehensible noise.

“This house is one where people contribute. Now, if you can make a contribution, I’ll give you one week to stay here and prove it. During that week, you will follow my rules. If you do not want to follow my rules, then you are welcome to leave. Tomorrow, we’ll discuss those rules. Then, you can make your decision.”

Annika put her head back into his lap and cried a muffled, “Thank you,” and then added, “Sir.”

Davis patted her kindly and sent her back to the basement. It was time to start making some adjustments.

Adjusting Annika

Having slept little the previous night, Davis was already tired. However, no good thing comes without work. And so, he set about making a few modifications while Annika slept.

The first was the exercise bike. Davis used the bike, but not frequently. He preferred to run outside. The bike was okay in a pinch, but it always felt kind of like cheating. Now, the bike was in the living room, in front of the picture window.

Next, he suction-cupped a fake cock to one of the dining chairs. This chair he defaced with a black marker. Across its back, he wrote, “Annie” in big, block letters. Finally, he returned to the couch and spent an hour shuffling files on the porn box from his phone. The lack of sleep, by then, had caught up with him. He set the motion detectors on the camera again, clicked off the light, and fell asleep on the couch. The other changes would have to wait.

***

Davis woke Annika at six in the morning by nudging the dog bed. Once again, she poked her darkened eyes from the safety of the blanket and whined.

“Morning, sunshine,” Davis said. “Since you’ve offered to cook, you’re on breakfast duty this morning.”

Annika peeled back the blanket and Davis saw that she’d slept in the dress.

“I’d like to have Morrocan baked eggs with strawberry-filled velvet crepes. A side of bacon, lightly cooked, would go nicely with that. You’ll find all the ingredients in the kitchen.”

Annika looked at him with confusion and dismay.

“I don’t know what any of that is,” she said.

Davis rubbed his chin thoughtfully and said, “Okay. Maybe we’re jumping the gun. You’ll learn. What do you know how to make?”

Annika stretched, pulling the dress up and showing her bare crotch. She reddened, tugged the dress down, and her tits nearly burst from the top. Davis struggled to keep the smile from his lips and held her embarrassed gaze.

“I… I can make the bacon,” she offered. “And I know how to do scrambled eggs.”

“That will do for now. We’re going to have to work on that. You can’t cook in the dress, though. You’ll get grease on it.”

Annika looked around as if expecting another option to present itself. It did not.

Davis sighed and said, “I have an apron you can put on upstairs.”

He turned and went up. A moment later, Annika followed, wrapped in the blanket. Davis handed her an apron. It was another thing her mother had left behind. The words, “Cock the Cook,” were written across the front.

“I have to check my email and take care of a few things,” Davis said. “Go ahead and get started.”

“May I please use the bathroom first?” she asked.

Davis mulled it over and said, “Tell you what.”

Annika’s shoulders slumped.

“I’ll give you a choice. You can use the bathroom inside, but your breakfast will be some of the leftover dog food. Or, you can go piss out back. I’ll have to spank you for being a grass-pissing slut, of course, but you’ll have the breakfast you’re about to cook, and I’ll let you take some toilet paper with you.”

Annika made to stamp her foot in frustration, but she put her leg back down gently and she nodded. Davis went to the bathroom, popped the lock with his pocketed pin key, and returned with a roll of paper. He handed it over.

“Make sure you wash your hands before you get breakfast going,” he reminded her.

He left the kitchen. Annika dithered, looked at the camera, and then she stepped into the corner, dropped the blanket, and put on the apron. Davis busied himself in his office, placing orders for some necessities for Annika’s continued training and humiliation. Tempting as it was to watch her through the cameras, he decided to stay focused. When he returned to the kitchen, Annika was putting the greasy bacon onto a plate and had eggs in a pan.

He waited at the table until she finished. She brought him a plate first, which he appreciated, and then spooned more food onto her own. She set the plate on the table, paused for just a moment when she saw the name, “Annie,” scrawled on the back of the chair, and then pulled it out. She quickly looked at Davis with her lips set in a tight frown.

“Have a seat,” he said, gesturing with his fork. “Breakfast is the most important meal of the day. I think the Kellogg boys came up with that. You know, marketing, to sell more cereal. Catchy, though, right?”

“Why?” she asked, her eyes flashing with anger.

“Because if you sell anything, you need good marketing,” Davis answered.

“No! Why… this?” she indicated the fake, rubber cock attached to the seat.

“Oh! That. That’s to get your fuckhole in shape for the day you, inevitably, fail to make an adequate contribution to stay here. Once you’re getting pimped out or raped, whichever comes first, you’ll look back on this day and thank old Davis.”

Annika looked at the fake cock again and she flushed. She imagined her own failure.

“Do I have to?” she asked.

“Nope. Tell you what, though.”

“Ghg… fuckin’…”

“I’ll give you a choice. You can sit on that rubber dick and get your practice in, because in this house real people eat at the table, and you’ll have that delicious food you cooked up. It’s not too bad, by the way. Thanks. Or, You can take one of those cans of dog food to the basement and have that, while you masturbate to the porn box.”

Annika sat on the rubber cock, blushing and sniffling as the length of it slid into her fuck tunnel. By how easily it slid in, and the fact that she did not look at him, both of them knew that her cunt was wet.

“Eat up, Annie.”

Annika stared pointedly at the table as she ate her breakfast. She ate very slowly, but Davis didn’t rush her. Once she was finished, she took both plates away, rinsed them, and put them into the dishwasher. Then, she scrubbed the pans she’d used, without being asked, and added them to the dishwasher. Davis watched her wipe down the countertop, clean the grease from the stovetop, and then put the washrags into the sink-side basket.

“Nice work,” he complimented her. “Now, let’s have that spanking.”

“But––”

Davis sighed and said, “Tell you what.”

Annika ran from the kitchen. Davis followed more slowly. Annika stood by the couch, hanging her head, hiding her face in her new hair. Davis took his seat and picked up the vibrator from the end table. Annika looked at it but she didn’t protest. She lay across his lap with her legs together and ass clenched.

“Open your legs, Annie,” Davis instructed.

Annika slowly parted her legs, just enough to allow him to push the toy between them. He switched it on and spent a minute running the toy between her wet lips as she held back little, pleasurable squeaks. Then, he gave her one hard smack.

“Ow!” she cried and kicked her legs.

Davis pushed the head of the toy into her cunt and she settled.

“I’d like to ask you some questions, Annie,” Davis said. “Your responses will dictate what happens. If you lie to me, you’ll get a good whack. If you’re honest, you won’t.”

Annika whined.

“First question. Is your slutty, homeless pussy wet?”

Annika sniffled and said, “Yes!”

Davis pushed the toy deeper into her cunt and gripped one of her ass cheeks roughly in his hand. Annika moaned.

“Was it wet before we went into the mall yesterday?”

“No,” Annika answered.

Davis gave her a hard whack on one cheek and she hollered. He pulled the toy out of her pussy.

“That was a lie, he said. “Try again. Was it wet before we went into the mall yesterday?”

“Yes,” Annika blubbered.

Davis pushed the toy against her clit and held it there until she began to squirm.

“Why was it wet, Annie?”

Annika groaned and her legs shook.

“Annie?” he said again.

“I don’t know!” she blurted.

Davis slid the toy off her clit and pushed it back into her.

“That was an honest answer,” he said.

“Who did that pasty-skinned stick of a twat cheat on you with? A girl or a boy?”

Annika let out a small sob and said, “A boy.”

Davis began to slowly fuck her pussy with the toy.

“What was his name?”

“Knuckles,” Annika said.

Davis spanked her and she yelped. He pulled the toy out.

“His parents named him Knuckles? That has to be a fucking lie.”

“Oscar!” Annika hollered. “Oscar Bartlett!”

Davis pushed the toy back into her cunt and Annika squirmed.

“Yeah, I guess I’d call myself Knuckles if my name was Oscar, too,” Davis grumbled. “Was that the first time your girlfriend had man sex?”

“No,” Annika admitted.

Davis angled the vibrator and pushed it against the special spot in her cunt that made her start trembling. Annika began to make slutty little noises and her legs quivered.

“Are you a lesbian, Annie?”

Annika shook and moaned as her orgasm neared and she squeaked, “I… I don’t…” but then she paused and said, “Yes!”

Davis slapped her ass. Annika screeched and then she orgasmed wetly on the toy, writhing on his lap like a slutty snake. Davis spanked her again, but this time she didn’t scream in pain. She gasped and her orgasm just continued. Davis let her ride it out, but she continued humping against the vibrator as he eased it back out of her cunt and teased her pussy with it.

“Do you want me to make you cum again, Annie?” he asked.

Annika wiggled her bottom and then she whispered, “Yes.”

“You just lied to me on purpose, didn’t you?”

Annika was silent for a moment as he continued to tease her slit, but when he pressed the toy back against her button she whined and said, “Yes!”

“Do you remember the special words you said for me yesterday?”

“Yes,” Annika said and squirmed her cunt against the vibrator.

“Say them again.”

Annika began to recite the phrase, “I’m a stupid, homeless slut, Sir!”

Davis pushed the vibrator into her.

“I’m a stupid, homeless slut, Sir!”

Annika’s legs had parted substantially, almost invitingly.

“I’m a stupid, homeless slut, Sir!”

Davis swapped the vibrator to his other hand and gently fucked her wet little box with it.

“I’m a… stupid… homeless slut, Sir!”

Annika began to hump her hips against his lap, trying to cum.

“I’m a… stupid… homeless... slut, Sir!” she whispered.

Davis moved his free hand to her clit and began to rub it gently with his finger.

“I’m… a… stupid, fuck! Homeless… slut… Sir!”

He could see and feel her body vibrating as she neared her peak. He pushed the vibrator deep and she lost the phrase, the words turning into a slutty, needy moan. Davis released the vibrator, brought his hand down on her ass, and Annika came with a sharp cry.

***

Davis imagined that he’d soon have the most spotless bathrooms in town. Though she’d already done them yesterday, he had Annika clean all the bathrooms again, after which he provided her with a toothbrush. While she went about this task and showered, Davis busied himself preparing two shopping lists.

Annika returned from her shower wearing a towel and looking pleased with herself.

“I put all the laundry into the washer for you,” she said.

“Good girl,” Davis replied and she beamed.

Though her misery was a great amusement and better than Viagra for getting the dick up, the sight of her smiling brought a different sort of satisfaction. She’d never been the most cheery kid, to begin with, which he supposed he understood. Growing up with no dad, and having only her mother’s gruff boyfriend around for a male role model, wasn’t exactly sparkles and sunshine. Well, the misery wasn’t over yet.

“Go and put on the skirt and kissy top, along with the white heels. We need to go do some shopping,” he instructed.

The smile was instantly replaced with a crimson flush and a wide-eyed look of fear. Davis picked up the apron from the table and said, “Tell you what.”

Annika moved so fast that he was actually surprised the towel didn’t remain floating in the air behind her, like some kind of cartoon. That was good. She was learning that questioning his commands would only lead to her making choices that would, invariably, be worse than what he’d instructed.

When she returned, she was every bit as cock-hardening as he’d imagined. The glossy heels were still difficult for her to walk in, but her long, bare legs were stunning. The mini skirt was tight and short, ending an embarrassing inch below her crotch. Davis thought of the hidden, slippery little treasure just beneath, which he knew was wet. He understood why, even though Annika didn’t. Yet. Her trim, flat tummy was as bare as her legs, while her large tits were tightly encased in the form-fitting white top, presenting him with an abundant view of her large, firm tits. Braless as they were, her nipples made hard little tents in the thin fabric. The long, blonde hair framed her pretty face, which, it seemed, could not decide whether she should be disgusted or flattered by his obviously appraising examination.

Annika fidgeted adorably with the hem of the skirt, as though tugging it down would somehow cause it to lengthen. He made a little spinning motion with his finger and Annika slowly turned in a circle.

“Well, aren’t you just the cutest thing,” he said.

He snatched a hand towel from the nearby sink and said, “Let’s go.”

Davis got into the car and placed the towel on Annika’s seat as she walked around. When she opened the door to get in, she looked at the towel and a further blush reddened her cheeks. She didn’t ask why he’d put it there. When she got in, she folded her arms under her tits and sulked.

Davis drove to a nearby shopping center, parked in front of the grocery store, and handed Annika one of the lists. She took it, puzzled, and then he handed her a credit card.

“I need to pick up a few things,” he said. “I’d like you to go in and do the grocery shopping.”

“By myself?” she asked.

“Yes. While you’re in there, I want you to pick up any… feminine supplies you might need for the rest of the week. Don’t bother with any more than that, since after a week, you’ll be getting what you need from a homeless shelter or charity.”

Annika flushed, but this time with anger. That was good. He wanted her to rise to the challenge. Though she wasn’t the most competitive girl, her complicity in her own downfall was a necessary step.

Then, she looked doubtful and she asked, “You’re going to come back for me, right?”

“Do you think I’m going to just leave you out here with my credit card?”

Annika looked at the card, perhaps checking to see that it wasn’t expired.

“Annie,” he said, “This is me trusting you. Can I do that?”

Annika nodded. She looked at the store and shuddered, obviously thinking of going in alone, dressed like a cocktease. She looked back, but Davis did not relent. She was going into the store. Fortunately for her, it was still fairly early and things didn’t look busy.

Annika opened the door and put one foot out, but then she stopped. She turned back and Davis felt certain she was going to balk. Instead, she did something that he did not expect. She, blushingly, put a very quick kiss on his cheek and then scrambled from the car.

She slammed the door and tottered away unsteadily on the heels. Davis wiped his cheek, and then his eyes fell on the towel. It wasn’t just wet, like yesterday. It was visibly soaked. He grinned and pulled the car away.

Davis made his first stop at a novelty store in the same strip mall. Here, he picked a variety of posters to decorate Annika’s bedroom with. He also added a few extra items that seemed like good training aids, or just a little fun, as well as a very slutty maid outfit. He intended to have Annika cleaning daily, so he figured she may as well dress the part.

His next stop was at a hardware store, where he acquired new locks for the bathroom doors. He also added some furnishings for the basement, but those would not go in immediately. Creature comforts, he decided, were going to be like treats that Annika could earn by further domesticating herself. His third stop was a fitness shop, where he picked up a few pairs of sports bras, very form-fitting shorts, a pair of sneakers, socks, and a few additional pieces of exercise equipment. Finally, he made a quick stop at a bookstore, where he purchased a number of magazines, cookbooks, and some teeny-bopper fashion and makeup guides.

When he returned to the store, Annika was waiting at the curb with a filled shopping cart. The light breeze ruffled her tiny skirt. Agitation and anxiety were written across her face as she toyed with her hair and looked this way and that, waiting for his return. She practically jumped when he pulled up and hurried to push the cart to the back of his SUV. Davis popped the back hatch and watched her further anxiety in his mirror, as she hefted the bags and put them in. With his other purchases in the way, she was forced to bend over or even put one knee up on the back bumper to get the bags in without spilling them. She wheeled the cart a safe distance away and scurried back to the car.

“Grocery is a tough gig,” he said, as she got into the car. “People appreciate it when you put the carts in the corral.”

Annika, wisely, did not argue. She got back out, wheeled the cart to the nearest corral, and then hurried back to the car. Several passersby honked at her complimentarily. When she finally got back in, every visible inch of her skin (which was most of it) was flushed. She folded her arms under her breasts again and trembled in the seat.

***

Davis lugged his own purchases inside, while Annika brought in the bags of groceries. She arrayed the food items on the table, separated those that were not food, and then began putting them away. Davis, then, handed her a recipe card that he’d written out.

“I’d like you to make this for lunch,” he instructed. “I have a little work to do.”

“May I please have some water?” she asked as she took the recipe card.

“You may.”

“Thank you.”

“Good girl,” he said.

Annika blushed. Davis left her to make lunch, all of the ingredients for which he’d been sure to put on the list. His own purchases he took to his room. His first task was to cut the crotch out of all of the shorts he’d purchased. That done, he cut sizeable holes in the cups of each of the sports bras. The magazines, cookbooks, and fashion guides, he carried down to the living room.

Annika was still busy in the kitchen, attempting to figure out how to make the recipe correctly. Davis turned on the TV and began curating a channel list for Annika’s viewing pleasure. It was choice work. He added every season of reality shows that featured brainless subjects, such as housewives with too much money and not enough cock in their life, or struggling teens who paid too much mind to their cunts and had been knocked up at too young an age.

He supplemented these with vintage programming featuring patriarchal representations of the good old American housewife, in her role as a servant, made, and breeder. Several cooking programs went into the list, as well as infomercials showcasing laundry products, household cleaners, kitchen gadgets, fantastical sweepers, mind-boggling mops, and indelibly useful irons.

Lastly came the music channels. All-Girl Pop was the most obvious choice. Annika would need plenty of examples of cockdrunk, stupefied twats, who crooned about inane and substanceless topics to encourage the latest generation of upcoming bimbos. In addition to these poster girls with more tits than brains, he added some trashy hip-hop. Davis, himself, was not a fan of it. However, when it came to objectifying women in song, it was hard to beat.

Satisfied with his good work, he returned to the kitchen to check on Annika. To his delight, she’d stripped off the skirt and top, and stood, working at the counter, wearing the apron and her white heels. He watched her exposed ass wiggle for a moment before she noticed him. She immediately tried to cover her ass and blushed furiously.

“I… It’s almost ready,” she stammered.

Davis took a seat at the table and went through the other items he’d had her purchase. Despite having spanked her ass three times and vibrated her cunt to two orgasms, Annika still made every attempt to shield her butt from his gaze. He made no attempt to gawk.

Among the items he’d had her purchase were lipsticks in both a red and pink shade, various makeups, eyeshadows, eyeliners, mascara, and rouge. Among the feminine supplies was an item that answered a question he’d had. Tampons. He hadn’t expected a girl who’d been in a lesbian relationship to be on birth control, but then, he hadn’t been sure.

His dick hardened as he let his imagination run. His eyes flicked across her for just an instant as she bent to pull a tray from the oven. He let it play out, visualizing her just like that, as he bent her over the counter. She’d be wearing that little apron, while he pushed his cock into her servile, domesticated little bimbo cunt. She’d grunt and groan like a slutty animal as her braless tits jiggled. He could wrap his fingers in that blonde hair and plug her tight, young, gripping slutbox, until he fucked a baby into her womb. She’d squeal and buck as he pumped her full of baby batter, calling him daddy as she thanked him for making her useful.

His eyes were on the table once more by the time she turned around and carried the tray to the table. She placed it on a hot pad nearby. Davis set the makeup and other supplies to the side. Annika returned to the counter, wearing her oven mitts, and brought back a salad. Davis inhaled the aroma of a well-cooked meal and nodded approvingly at her hopeful look.

“Smells great, Annie,” he said. “You’re a good girl.”

Annika blushed and let herself smile. It lasted only a second. She brought him a glass of water and then asked, “May I please have some water?”

“Of course,” he said. “Thank you for asking.”

Annika served him a plate, then got her water. When she pulled out her chair, her flush returned. She slowly sat in the chair, averting her eyes, as she bit her lip cutely and took the fake cock up her pussy. Her hands trembled as she picked up her utensils and squirmed in the seat.

***

Annika was, at first, confused as Davis specified how she would continue to contribute to the household and prove her worth. She put back on her skirt and top. When he ordered her to spend two hours watching TV in the living room, she didn’t understand how this made any contribution.

“I’ve set you up with your own programming guide,” he explained and handed her the remote. “You can watch any show you want, as long as it’s on the Annie list.”

Annika took the remote and said, “Okay?”

She knew there had to be some catch. The proverbial other shoe did, in fact, drop when Davis reached into his pocket and handed her a small, silver egg with a string attached.

“What is this?” she asked, turning it over in her hand.

“It goes in your cunt,” he explained.

Annika blushed.

“You just switch it on and put it up there while you watch your shows. I’ll be back in two hours. I need to take care of a few things.”

Annika’s confusion did not subside as he left her to watch TV. He heard the sound of the egg vibrating in her hand and her frustrated sigh as he left the room. He took the opportunity to retrieve a pair of fitness shorts and a sports bra for the next item on her agenda, as well as the posters. On his way down to the basement, he heard the sound of the latest brainless barbie, Bratty Britt, “singing” a line to a thoroughly degrading song.

I’m a fuckpuppet, baby

A trashy little slut.

I’m a fuckpuppet, baby

Put it up my butt.

Davis took the posters downstairs and worked at putting them up around the bare walls. They were appropriate for both a man cave, he thought, and the lair of a soon-to-be-domesticated bimbo. All of them were large representations of slutty blondes with obscene melons, performing various acts of self-debasement.

In one, a blonde bimbo rubbed her spread cunt, while she stared vapidly into space, her tongue lolling from her mouth in a braindead look of goondom. In another, a big-titted barbie sucked on a candy stick as she squeezed one of her oversized funbags in her hand. Another showed a platinum blonde cock toy looking ahead at the viewer. Her gigantic udders were mashed beneath her and her ass was up in the air. She was sucking on a dildo. More posters went up, displaying more blonde sluts sucking cock, taking cock, toying their fuckholes, or otherwise behaving in enticing and entertaining manners.

Satisfied that Annika would detest these latest additions to her living space, he returned to the first floor. The sounds of two catty women, arguing over which one of them a mutual love interest found hotter, drifted from the living room. A raucous audience hollered and jeered as, presumably, the two women decided to settle the dispute by pulling one another’s hair and slapping each other around a bit.

“Let’s bring out… the other woman!” the show’s host proclaimed, and the paid audience went wild once more.

Annika let out a frustrated groan as Davis passed the doorway. Whether it was a groan of sexual frustration due to the vibrating egg in her pussy, or one of displeasure from watching the stupid show, he wasn’t sure. It didn’t matter, he supposed. He stopped in the office, made a call and scheduled Annika two appointments, then checked his emails and deliveries.

By the time all of this was complete and he returned to the living room, Annika’s TV time was almost up. He joined her on the couch for the last few minutes. She was visibly aroused from two hours with the egg in her cunt and he was certain that she’d been masturbating when he entered the room. Her legs snapped shut when he entered, however. The last few minutes of the program seemed to have resolved the love… pentagon, Davis guessed, because the male love interest left the stage with a striking redhead that was way out of his league. As the show outroed, the three dejected women left on the stage began hissing and cursing at one another once more, each of them blaming the other for their loss of the prize.

“Good show?” Davis asked.

Annika shook her head.

“Well, plenty more on the Annie list,” he said and shrugged. “Ready for your exercise?”

“Exercise?” Annika asked and groaned.

“It’s important to stay in shape. When you’re out on the streets, you need to be fleet-footed to stay ahead of potential rapists. You don’t want to get winded when you’ve got a whole gang of horny thugs ready to take turns on you, right?”

Annika looked as if she might start crying again.

“Anywho,” Davis continued, “I picked you up some fitness gear and I want you to get in at least one hour of exercise a day. I’ve made you a routine, so you can hit all the important muscle groups.”

He handed her a schedule.

“Exercise bike?” she asked.

Davis nodded and handed her the bunched-up sports bra and shorts.

“You go get changed into those and I’ll have the bike ready when you get back. Oh, and pull that egg out of your pussy. Just leave it with your clothes.”

Annika, reluctantly, took the two items and shuffled out of sight. Davis went to the bike and pulled the sheet off it, then opened the curtains. It was a lovely day out. He watched folks pass by walking dogs, jogging, and out for a casual stroll.

“Davis,” Annika called, peeking around the corner.

He turned.

“I… These have holes in them!”

“Gosh,” he said. “Cheap foreign garbage. Ruined from the start. Well, no choice right now but to wear them, right?”

“But––”

Davis opened his mouth to speak, but Annika immediately decided it was better that he didn’t. She was getting good at this, he thought, as she stepped from around the corner. Her skin was nearly as pink as the shorts and top. The sports bra was, in hindsight, perhaps a size small. It did, however, crush her tits together in a most provocative way. Mashed as they were, her nipples sprouted from the holes he’d cut like they were begging to be sucked.

She slouched miserably as she padded across the room. He indicated that she should put on the new socks and shoes. When he stepped away from the bike and Annika saw it, she made an additional plea for mercy, which Davis did not give her. Now, she understood the hole in the shorts. Mounted to the bike’s seat was another rubber cock.

“People are going to see me!” she protested.

“They’re going to see a girl riding an exercise bike,” Davis countered. “I don’t believe that anyone in the neighborhood has x-ray vision.”

“Do I have to?” she begged.

“No, you don’t have to. Remember, this is all about choices, Annie. If you choose not to do the fitness program I’ve so carefully planned for you, you can choose not to stay the rest of this week. Then, the only choice you’ll need to make is which direction will take you furthest from the rape gang that’s going to be chasing your naked ass, when you’re out on the streets.”

Annika sighed and, awkwardly, mounted the dildo. She slid her pussy down, giving a small moan as the wet sound of her aroused cunt swallowed the length of the toy. Then, she shook as she squirmed on the seat, trying to find some measure of comfort. She could not. Davis, helpfully, showed her how to work the bike. Then, he made her stand on the pedals, which brought the dildo halfway out of her pussy, so that he could adjust the height of the seat. She sank back down with another slutty moan.

“One hour,” he said and punched it into the bike’s timer. “Oh,” he said and snapped his fingers. “Almost forgot.”

He pulled a set of wireless earbuds from his pocket and handed them to her, along with what looked like an MP3 player. She took the device, which was embossed with a blue “D” logo and the words DomPod Pro on the front.

“Workout tunes,” Davis explained.

Annika inserted the earbuds and clipped the little box to her waistband. She pressed play and began to peddle the bike. While Davis busied himself with other work, Annika reluctantly peddled the bike to a sweat, with the dildo stuffed in her wet pussy.

The sounds of encouraging, motivational workout tracks played in the earbuds, while below these, the advertised messaging which was the device’s true purpose filled her mind.

Step, step, step down the dark, black stairs.

One at a time, step, step, step.

Down, down, down, into the dark, black room.

Tick, tick, tick, goes the clock in the dark.

And below the track, a quick, pitched whine that focused her mind on the wordless music, the rhythm, the cyclical motion of the pedals, and the way her body moved the dildo inside her cunt.

***

Davis returned at the end of the hour to find Annika still pushing the pedals, breathing raggedly, sweating from exertion, but with a determined look in her eyes. If he hadn’t stopped her, he thought she might have pedaled the thing until she fell off. He had to shut off the bike and snap his fingers twice in front of her face to snap her out of her trance. The DomPod, he assumed, may have been well worth the price.

Annika removed the earbuds and Davis had to help her off of the bike, then support her as she staggered to the couch on wobbly legs. He handed her a thick shake, which she swallowed, then gave a grimace of disgust.

“What is that?” she asked.

“Post-workout stuff. It will help keep your legs from feeling like you want to cut them off tomorrow.”

Annika groaned and stretched her tired legs.

“Now you rest up a few minutes, and then you can go shower off before you get started on dinner,” Davis instructed.

“Dinner? What time is it?”

“Four.”

Annika shook her head. It felt scrambled. She could still hear that music. After a few minutes of rest, she started for the shower, making pained squeaks of displeasure all the way up the steps.

After Annika made dinner, which she ate on the dildo chair, Davis declared that it was reading time. He handed her the stack of magazines, cookbooks, and fashion guides. He also gave her back the vibrating egg.

“What you read is up to you, but as long as you’re here, you’re going to educate yourself,” he explained. “And reading should be a pleasure, so you’re going to do it with the egg up your cunt.”

Annika accepted the egg and the reading material, which she rummaged through with a look of further disgust. Feminine Focus, read one of the magazine’s titles, and on the cover was a sexy, young model with half of her tits spilling over her top. “How to curl his toes with nothing but your tongue: The Good Girl’s Guide to a Bad Girl’s Blowjob,” declared one of the insets. Tease N Please, read another, and the cover displayed a blonde teen with wavy hair and short, denim shorts, her posterior thrust proudly and provocatively behind her. “Be the naughty girl he wants, and keep the competition guessing,” promised a featured article.

The way to his heart was the title of one cookbook, and Annika leafed through the pages to find dozens of recipes. The Year in Fashion, read another thick tome, and within were pictures of gorgeous, made-up women, dolled and dressed in all manner of revealing dresses, swimwear, and office-inappropriate attire. The Domestic Doll, read the cover of another. “Do more around the house with less, and juggle all that hard work with fewer hands,” the message read. On the cover was a confused blonde with far too many tasks to accomplish. The home around her was piled with laundry, dishes, toys, and stacks of schoolwork. She held a copy of the book as if it would save her life and sanity, while a dour and disapproving man in a suit glunched at her from the doorway.

He left her to her reading, then gave her another hour of TV time. Annika was a quivering mess of slutty need by the time he sent her to bed. She’d spent breakfast, lunch, and dinner with a dildo in her pussy. She’d endured three hours of TV and an hour of reading with the egg in her cunt, and another hour spacing out on the bike, with a rubber dick plugging her already aroused hole. Davis had, also, spanked her that morning and made her orgasm twice with the vibrator. By the time he walked her down the steps for her final humiliation of the evening, Annika was, again, sweating, flushed, confused, and her nipples were threatening to poke through the thin material of the kissy shirt.

When they hit the bottom of the steps and she took in the new wall art, she stared about in further confusion and made an incoherent noise.

“What is this?” she squeaked.

“This is my basement, which I have decorated to my taste,” Davis explained.

He handed her the remote control and the vibrator. She looked at them in confusion.

“But––”

“Now, I know you aren’t too fond of all that straight porn on the box, so I’ve made some changes more in line with your lezzie preferences. Don’t get me wrong, it’s still straight porn. That’s kind of my thing. But it should be more in line with what your pussy likes.”

“Why are you making me do this?” Annika whined.

“Do what?”

“You’re… you’re making me do… slutty things.”

Davis shook his head and reminded her, “I’m not making you do anything. You’re choosing to act slutty. You can choose not to at any moment. The door is wide open.”

“Are you… are you going to make me have sex with you?”

“Absolutely not!” Davis stated. “That’s rape. You won’t find any rapists in this house. Unless… are you a rapist?”

“What? No!”

“Then, neither of us has anything to worry about. Now, go watch the porn box, and when you orgasm, you can go to bed.”

Davis turned to go, then stopped, snapped his fingers, and said, “Shoot! Almost forgot.”

Annika paled, ready for the next sucker punch.

“There’s a present for you under the bed. I threw that pissy blanket of yours in the wash, and I don’t want you getting cold.”

Annika lifted the dog bed and pulled out a new, thick, comfy blanket. There were tears in her eyes as she unfolded it. On the front was a sexy, fantasy princess with large tits that spilled over her low-cut dress. When she looked up, Davis was already walking up the stairs.

In the living room, he watched through the cameras as Annika settled into the dog bed, pulling the blanket over herself. She turned on the vibrator and it disappeared beneath the blanket. Her other hand navigated the remote, and what she saw didn’t seem to make her happy. Davis couldn’t tell which video she picked, but he knew the few themes of those he’d moved into her folder. The majority of them were bimbo hypno videos, which were slutty montages set to brainless pop songs. Some of those were very lengthy. Still, others contained more gender betrayals, in which women tied up other women and “forced” them into sex with unkind men.

As hot as the girl’s pussy was from the long day of stimulation, whatever she’d chosen made her cum pretty quickly. He watched her quiver and shake as she orgasmed. Only, she didn’t stop at one. Instead, with her eyes fixed on the screen, she went for a second one.

***

Altering Annika

Davis roused Annika early the next day and gave her another recipe card for his preferred breakfast. She accepted a roll of toilet paper, pissed in the backyard, nude, with the blanket around her, and put on her apron to fix breakfast. When she asked if she could listen to the MP3 player while she cooked, Davis did not deny her. While she worked on breakfast, he did some of his own work and shot the odd glance at the cameras, where Annika swayed her ass to the sound of bimbo pop in her earbuds.

She still flushed and wouldn’t look at him while they ate, but he did note that she squirmed and bounced in her seat more than the day before. When she’d cleared the dishes away, rinsed them, and added them to the dishwasher, she went to the living room without being asked. Davis followed her in and she, blushingly, handed him the vibrator and lay across his lap with her naked ass up and her legs parted.

Today, he repeated the same routine of questions, while he toyed Annika’s pussy. First, he opened with a good, hard slap to her ass, followed by a quick stab of the vibrator against her clit that made her wail and then jerk. He moved it through her slit, which was already quite wet from her stint on the dildo chair, and played it along her gash for a few minutes to work her into a bit of a slutty haze.

“You know the rules today, Annie,” he said. “I’m going to ask you some questions and I want you to tell me the truth. Do you understand?”

“Yes!” Annika said and wiggled her hips to edge the vibrator harder against her cunt.

“Your pussy was wet when you went into the store, wasn’t it?”

“Yes!”

Davis pushed the toy inside her opening and held it there.

“Why was it wet?”

“I… I don’t know,” she said.

“You know the answer,” Davis said. “You just don’t know that you do. Do you want to know the answer?”

He fed the vibrator deeper into her cunt and she bucked as he angled it just right to hit that special spot.

“Yes!”

“Say your words.”

“I’m a… stupid, homeless slut, Sir!” she said.

Davis pushed the vibrator into her and laid a hard smack on her bottom. Annika made a noise halfway between a squeal and a moan.

“That’s the answer,” Davis said. “Do you think you’re a stupid slut?”

“I… Yes!”

Davis spanked her again, harder, and she howled, kicking her legs. She sniffled.

“That was a lie,” Davis said. “You don’t think you’re a stupid slut, do you?”

“No!”

“Why did you lie?”

He pulled the toy out and mashed it against her clit as he palmed her reddened bottom.

“I don’t… don’t know,” she squeaked.

Davis spanked her again and she jerked on his lap and moaned.

“Why did you lie?”

“I… so you’d… you’d spank me,” she croaked.

He held the toy on her clit, gripped her ass with one hand, and rubbed her asshole with his thumb.

“Why did you want me to spank you, Annie?”

Annika rolled her hips, pushing her ass against his thumb and her cunt against the toy.

“I don’t… don’t know,” she whined.

“Say your words.”

“I’m a stupid… homeless slut, Sir!”

Davis made little circles on her asshole with his thumb and held the vibrator steady as she shook.

“That’s the answer,” he said again.

“Why was your pussy wet at the store?”

“I’m a stupid, homeless slut, Sir!”

“Why do you want me to spank you?”

“I’m a stupid, homeless slut, Sir!”

“Do you want me to make you cum, Annie?”

“Yes!”

“Why?”

He pushed the toy back into her cunt and slapped her ass again.

“Ow! I’m… I’m a stupid slut!” she screeched.

He fucked the toy in and out of her, gently at first, and then with a bit more speed, until she was humping his lap.

“Are you a lesbian, Annie?”

“Ah! I… I don’t… Oh, God!”

She started to cum and Davis gave her a lighter smack.

“Ugh!” she grunted and continued to tremble in his lap. Her pussy gushed girl cum onto the hand that held the vibrator deep in her cunt.

“Good girl,” Davis said.

***

Davis handed Annika his keys and a credit card, which she took with a suspicious look. She was dressed, once more, in the pink dress and pink heels.

“You have two appointments today,” he explained. “This is me trusting you. Can I trust you?”

“Yes.”

“You need to go see the dentist. You’ve been favoring the right side of your mouth since you ate that sandwich the first day you showed up. Something is bothering you, and I want you to get it taken care of. You have an appointment in an hour. After that, you’re going to get your nails done. If you come back with those shitty, black nails, the next appointment I’ll make is for bigger tits.”

Annika nodded, her face pale.

“This is a list of laundry supplies we need,” he said, handing her the list.

She didn’t question why she hadn’t picked them up the previous day.

“Lastly, I want you to stop by that store at the mall again. Since you haven’t proven to be completely useless yet, you’ll need some clothes for a few more days. It means more to carry when you leave, but at least I’ll have done my part in sending you out of the nest on a good foot.”

“I’m… I’m really trying,” she whispered, shuffling her feet and looking at the floor, her hands behind her back.

Davis had to give it to her. She was getting the cute part worked out.

“I know,” he said. “I’m rooting for you.”

Annika turned to go, turned back, gave him another peck on the cheek, and tottered out the door. Perplexed, Davis set about his own work, changing out the bathroom door locks for the new ones.

***

Annika returned in the late afternoon with the laundry supplies, a filling in her tooth, and a pleased smile on her face.

“Look!” she exclaimed and stuck out her fingers to show Davis her nails.

Her nails were the same shade of pink as the dress. Davis made a show of examining them, turning her fingers this way and that.

“Looks good, Annie.”

“I got the clothes, too,” she said and slung the bag on the table.

“Why don’t you show me after you get your workout in,” Davis suggested. “I’ll pick one out for you to put on after your shower.”

“Um, okay,” she agreed.

Today, Davis introduced her to pilates. He had a program set up on the Annie channels. He supplied her with another sports bra and shorts, this time with an intact crotch, as well as the vibrating egg. Annika blushed, but she took the egg and went to change. She listened to the DomPod once more as she followed the workout program. Davis cast the occasional peek into the room and she seemed to be rather sprightly about the exercise.

Once she’d showered again, Davis having left one of the bathrooms unlocked for her, she returned to the living room in the towel, with the shopping bag. He took a seat on the couch as Annika showed him the clothes, eager to have his approval. Her first pick was a lace cami top, also pink, with a small bow right between the tits. This one, she paired with a pink and white gingham skirt. The second choice was a pink corset dress. Her third was a pink, striped, button-front mesh top with a skirt that matched. Davis imagined her in it, with the mesh just transparent enough to hint at the succulent tits beneath the top. The final piece was a white scoop neck crop top in blush and a pleated mini skirt.

“What do you think?” she asked.

“All nice choices,” he said. “Good girl.”

Annika blushed and twisted her foot.

“Why don’t you make us dinner and I’ll decide, alright? You pick what you want to eat.”

Again, she planted a quick peck on his cheek, blushed, and hurried from the room. Following dinner, during which Annika couldn’t seem to sit comfortably on the rubber cock, Davis selected the lace cami and gingham skirt. Then, it was time for an hour of reading with the egg buried in her pussy, followed by two hours of TV.

Before he returned his bimbo to the basement, Davis presented Annika with another choice. She followed him to his office.

“You did great with dinner and the clothes were good picks,” he said. “I’m going to let you pick a treat.”

Annika looked suspicious.

“The basement’s a little chilly, so you can pick one of these two things to make it a little more warm and homey.”

Her first choice was a rolled-up area rug. It wasn’t a large rug, but it would cover the space near the dog bed well enough. The second pick was a space heater.

“Now, here’s the real choice,” he added.

Annika made a noise.

“You can have the rug, but that carries with it the additional requirement that you sleep with the egg in, and you leave the porn box running from now, until the time you leave. If you pick the heater, then you’re going to wear this every night when you go to bed.”

He produced a pink butt plug, with a sparkly heart on the end.

Annika’s eyes went from the rug to the heater, to the butt plug.

“What if… what if I don’t take either of them?”

Davis grinned.

“Then that shows me you aren’t interested in comfort and I’ll make no further attempts to see to your comfort.”

She twisted her hands in the short skirt for another moment, considering, and then said, “I’d like the rug, please.”

“Good girl.”

And, so, Annika went to bed that night with the vibrating egg in her pussy, while she masturbated to the porn box. The sounds of the porno continued to play, even after she orgasmed twice.

***

For the next three days, this cycle repeated itself with little change. Annika would awaken with the egg in her pussy, fish it out, and then piss outside. Donning her apron, she made breakfast, ate it stuffed full of rubber cock, and then she received her spanking for being a grass-pissing, homeless slut.

Davis continued to question her during each spanking session. The actual spankings were less frequent, however, and the sessions consisted, mainly, of Davis pleasuring her cunt with the vibrator, while Annika told him that she was a stupid slut. Davis did give her the spankings, as she wanted them, and she always orgasmed from them. Each session, however, ended with the same question.

“Are you a lesbian, Annie?”

The first time, Annika made the customary reply. Davis held her on the brink of a powerful cum, then asked the question.

“Are you a lesbian, Annie?”

“I… Yes!”

Davis spanked her hard and Annika orgasmed.

Each day, Annika did exercises on the bike, pilates, or jogging around the block. Davis insisted that she do so while wearing the sports bras with the cutouts for her nipples. She did so, reluctantly, and when she returned she practically reeked of slutty arousal.

Throughout the day, she came to Davis when she needed to toilet, and he would unlock a bathroom for her. Every morning, however, she had to pee outside like an animal. When she was not cooking or exercising, she cleaned while wearing the maid costume, read from the magazines and cookbooks, or watched the Annie channels on TV. She did the laundry, as well, and spent most of the day with the earbuds in and the egg in her pussy.

On her fourth spanking session, Davis asked the question.

“Are you a lesbian, Annie?”

“I… I’m… Yes!”

Davis whacked her ass and she orgasmed.

On her fifth spanking session, Davis asked the question.

“Are you a lesbian, Annie?”

“I… I don’t know!” she cried.

Davis pushed the vibrator into her cunt, spanked her, and she orgasmed.

On the sixth spanking session, Davis asked the question.

“Are you a lesbian, Annie?”

“Oh, fuck! Please! So… close!”

“Are you a lesbian, Annie?”

“I… I don’t know!”

“Do you want me to fuck you?”

Annika wailed, “No!” and then she orgasmed without being spanked.

***

It was Annika’s final day in the house. For six days now, she’d been kept in a constant state of slutty arousal. She ate every meal with a fake cock in her pussy. When she rode her bike, she did so with a fake cock in her. When she had no fake cock in her, she had a vibrating egg in her cunt. Each morning she was spanked, while she called herself a stupid slut. She only wore clothes fit for a brainless Barbie doll, and slept each night in a dog bed, but only after cumming to degrading hardcore porn. The porno played all night and the egg vibrated her cunt, resulting in little restful slumber.

Every day, she listened to bimbo brainwashing subliminal messaging and watched only mindless, trashy TV shows with no substance, or programming fit for a domesticated homemaker. Her only other source of information was gossip magazines, celebrity rumor mills, teeny-bopper fashion, or cookbooks. Davis could see that the lack of sleep and the constant sexual conditioning had left her in a state of total, slutty confusion.

After delivering her morning spanking, he again asked her the question.

“Are you a lesbian, Annie?”

“I don’t know!” she readily admitted.

Davis teased her cunt for long minutes, edging her and working her to the brink several times until she finally pleaded.

“Please!”

He pushed her to the brink once more. By now, he could tell just when she was going to go over. He got her there and asked the next question.

“Do you want me to fuck you?”

“I... don’t know!” she said and started to cry as she orgasmed.

“Good girl,” Davis said.

Now, it was time to move to the next stage.

***

The Roommate

“You’ve done pretty well, kid,” Davis said over dinner, as Annika squirmed on the rubber cock. “The place has never been so spotless. Your cooking’s definitely improved and you’re even a dab hand at the laundry. I’m inclined to offer you one more week to get your shit sorted out.”

Annika stopped squirming and she started to cry.

“Now, don’t go all mushy on me. I’m not saying it’s a permanent thing. I’m just saying that I like your effort and effort deserves a chance to shine.”

“Thank you,” Annika bawled, wiping her eyes with her napkin. “Thank you!”

Annika went to bed that night, as she always did, masturbating to the porn box. When she awoke the next morning, things were different.

***

After taking her morning pee in the yard, Annika returned to the kitchen and made breakfast. Davis sat at the table, admiring her perfect, round ass in the apron. It was seven in the morning. The doorbell rang and Davis went to answer it.

When he returned, he was talking excitedly with someone else. Annika turned, blushing, to hide her bare ass. Davis rounded the corner, accompanied by a young woman. The woman had short, black hair, much like Annika had once had. Her clothes were like a sexy, put-together version of the kind Annika might have once worn herself. That is to say that they were dark, purposely distressed, but clearly not done by her own hand. Her leather crop top fit snugly across her breasts, which were smaller than Annika’s, and her black, tight jeans had holes in the knees. There was a small stud in her nose.

Annika thought the girl was cute and sexy. She was just the kind of girl that Annika would have liked. And Annika hated her. The girl hadn’t done a thing, other than walk around the corner, but Annika despised her. The girl made her already confused pussy feel even more confused. The girl was in her kitchen and Davis had his hand on her back, which also made Annika’s pussy even more confused, because, why should she care if Davis touched some girl.

Her kitchen? Yes. Annika had been preparing all the meals, doing all the cleaning, all the laundry, and keeping the house for Davis and herself. She thought of this place as her kitchen. She’d even reorganized the pantry and drawers to better suit her. It was her kitchen and this… dark-haired little pixie slut had just waltzed in here as if she belonged in it, and Davis’ hand was on the small of her back. It wasn’t fair.

“Annie, this is Kella,” Davis said. “She’s a friend of mine and she needs a place to hole up for a bit, so she’s going to be staying in the spare room. Would you fix an extra plate, please?”

“In… in the spare room?” Annika said, balling her fists.

The pixie slut was going to stay in Annika’s old bedroom?

“Yes, in the spare room. Most of the time,” Davis said and chuckled.

Kella slapped his chest and grinned, saying, “You’re so bad!”

The pixie slut quickly crossed the room and put her arms around Annika, drawing her into a hug and putting her lips on Annika’s cheek in greeting.

“It’s so nice to meet you,” she said.

Annika stiffened and said, “Hi.”

The stupid girl even smelled good.

She broke away and touched Annika’s hair, saying, “I love your hair! You look like a total Barbie doll. It’s adorable!”

Davis took a seat at the table and cleared his throat. Annika got the message, but she was unwilling to turn around and expose her bottom to the girl. When Kella turned, though, Annika quickly grabbed the tray of strawberry-filled velvet crepes from the counter, carried them to the table, and set them heavily on it.

“These look delicious, Annie,” Davis said. “Are those Morrocan baked eggs over there?”

Annika nodded, her lips pressed in a tight line.

“Oh, I’ll get you some,” Kella said and stood.

“No!” Annika snapped and retrieved the eggs, unconcerned that she had to show the pixie slut her ass to do so.

She brought the eggs back, put some on Davis’ plate, then her own, and then set the remainder on the table without serving Kella. Now, however, she faced a dilemma. She had to sit on the fake cock to eat breakfast, and that meant doing it in front of Kella.

This prompted her to think further ahead to the rest of the day and the coming… however long pixie slut was going to be here. The girl was going to witness her special time with Davis, in which he gave her a spanking and made her cum. She would see Annika in the slutty outfits, and Annika doing her exercise. She would see the dildo on the bike and Annika’s nipples in the cut-out sports bras.

What if the girl went into Annika’s room? Wait. Room? No. The basement. The girl was the one staying in Annika’s room, only it wasn’t Annika’s room. It was Davis’s room and he was offering it to pixie slut, while Annika slept in the basement, surrounded by bimbo posters and porno. Oh, God! The girl might go in the basement and she’d think Annika was some kind of slut.

Only, she was a slut. A stupid, homeless slut that pissed outside like an animal. Oh, shit! Kella might watch her piss in the grass like a dog! But, Annika slept in a dog bed, and she pissed outside like an animal. Did that make her a dog? A bitch? She felt light-headed as it all spun through her confused, jumbled-up mind. Davis stood and helped her to sit. He helped her to sit on the rubber cock and, as she did, she looked at Kella’s face, that stupid, pretty face, and she orgasmed on the rubber dick and began to cry.

“Ho-lee shit,” Kella remarked.

“Good girl,” Davis whispered in her ear.

***

Annika’s utter misery was palpable all through breakfast, but Kella seemed very chipper and flirty. Afterward, Annika did the dishes like a robot, fuming, as Davis took the pixie slut upstairs to the spare room. He did not come back down to give Annika her spanking, which made her irritated and uncomfortable. This was supposed to be their time together, when Davis would ask his questions, Annika would tell him that she was a stupid slut, and then he’d let her orgasm from the spanking. The arrival of the pixie slut had thrown Annika’s entire routine into chaos.

Without the routine, she had no idea what to do with herself. How was she supposed to go about the cleaning without her morning cum? It wasn’t fair. Annika puzzled through it, decided that Davis might just be getting the girl settled in, and she retrieved her maid costume to have it ready. Any minute, he’d come down and give Annika her spanking. She just had to be patient.

Only, Davis didn’t come down. There was a fit of giggling and then a yelp, followed by a crack of a hand on flesh. Annika flushed, humiliated, and angry. Was Davis giving Kella the spanking? Annika’s spanking? Straight in off the street, that black-haired little… skank was getting Annika’s spanking? The sound came again and the girl yelped and then giggled. Yes, Davis was spanking her in Annika’s old room. It wasn’t fair!

Annika crept to the bottom of the steps and listened. The crack came again, followed by a moan. Annika crept up the steps until she was halfway up.

“Oh, shit!” Kella exclaimed and then she moaned.

Davis groaned and said, “Goddamn, I needed that.”

“Fuck me,” Kella said. “Fuck me good, daddy.”

Annika stifled a gasp. The bed started to creak as Davis fucked the girl. The sounds of their combined moans and dirty talk came through the open door. Annika sat on the steps, unconsciously rubbing her pussy as she listened. Her skin burned with the feeling of rejection, but her pussy was so wet.

She thought about what Kella looked like naked, with her trim body spread out on the bed. Was her pussy bare? Was her shaved pussy tight and snug around Davis’ cock? How did it feel inside of her? Oh, God! She was going to cum. She was going to cum, thinking about Davis’ cock! And then she did.

***

Since it did not appear that Davis was going to administer her spanking, Annika dutifully put on the maid costume and set about cleaning the house. She did so with a sense of uncertainty and anxiety, as her pussy hadn’t been given its release. Rather, she did her chores with the vibrating egg in, as required, which further added to her agitation.

When she cleaned the upstairs bathroom, she listened to the sounds of Kella sucking on Davis’ cock. The pixie slut must have been doing a fine job, too. Davis told her that she was a good girl, while the sounds of her wet sucking echoed into the hallway and further, to the bathroom. Annika wiped at her eyes as she cleaned, listening to those words, distraught. Kella wasn’t a good girl. Annie was a good girl.

She imagined Davis stroking the pixie slut’s hair as he told her she was good, a good girl for sucking his cock. Annika’s hatred deepened. Davis didn’t even like short, black hair. He liked long, blonde hair, like Annie’s. He liked to pet her hair and tell her she was good. It wasn’t fair.

By the time Annika finished the upstairs cleaning, Kella was squealing and moaning as Davis fucked her again. Annika, trembling with rage, peeked into the bedroom. She could see Davis’ muscled back and his bare ass. Kella’s lean legs were kicking in the air as Davis fucked his cock into her. His rhythmic thrusting soon had Kella’s legs shaking as she moaned, and then they wrapped around him as she came. Kella was getting another orgasm? Annie hadn’t gotten hers from him all morning, but Kella had gotten at least two, and she hadn’t done anything to help with the house. That should have been Annie’s orgasm. It wasn’t fair!

Annika did her exercise, trying to forget about the ache in her cunt by listening to the DomPod. This wasn’t an easy thing to do, as it was bike day and she had to pedal for an hour with the dildo in her cunt. Her stiff nipples poked through the holes of the sports bra as she worked up a sweat, and the subliminal messaging further reinforced the fact that she was a needy, brainless fuck toy.

After her workout, she took her shower and dressed in the pink corset dress. She crept down the steps with her hair damp, while the sounds of Kella being fucked once more echoed down the hallway. For an hour, she read one of her magazines, and then it was time to make lunch.

While she worked in the kitchen, Kella appeared, wearing only a tank top and a pair of black, satin panties. Her approach was stealthy and Annika had the DomPod earbuds in while she cooked. She jumped in surprise when Kella put her arms around her waist and kissed her neck. Annika snapped out of her stupor and yanked the earbuds from her ears, blushing because Kella had no doubt seen her naked bottom in the apron.

The pixie slut stood too close, so close that Annika could smell her sweat and the hint of perfume she’d walked in with. Annika’s confused, vibrating twat, muddled her thoughts further.

“That smells great,” Kella said. “I’m totally starved. God, that man’s an animal! Can you believe that he made me cum six times?”

Annika shook her head and flushed with jealousy. Six times? Davis only let Annie cum twice at most with the vibrator. Otherwise, she had to wait and do it herself when she watched the porn box. It was so unfair!

“Love the apron,” Kella remarked, then reached around Annika to pluck a french fry from a nearby plate.

She popped it into her mouth with a saucy wink and went to sit at the table. Davis entered only a moment later and sat next to her.

“That burgers and fries?” he asked.

“Yes.”

“Nice pick, Annie. Great fuck fuel.”

Kella gave a stupid giggle and slapped his arm.

“As if you need it,” she said.

Davis put his arm around her and they kissed. Annika turned back to the food, her cheeks red, her naked ass forgotten. She served Davis a hamburger and fries, then set the remainder on the table with a displeased thump. Kella, unperturbed, served herself. A low, needy whimper escaped Annika’s mouth as she sat on her rubber cock.

“You get your chores done?” Davis asked as he dug into his food.

Annika nodded.

“Good girl,” Davis said and Annika’s heart soared.

He hadn’t forgotten! Annie was still a good girl. She hadn’t sucked his cock for him, but she was still good. Only, Kella was a gooder girl, she supposed because Kella had gotten to cum six times, while Annie still had a shamefully wet, horny cunt.

Davis and Kella kept sharing little flirty looks over lunch, and he’d ask her questions about things she liked. When the topic of music came up, Kella mentioned that her favorite band was one called Carpet Munchers.

“I’m not a fan, myself,” Davis said and shrugged, “But Annie likes them, don’t you?”

“I… No,” Annika said. “I don’t.”

And it was true, she realized. When she thought about that misfit band of screaming lesbians, spewing their man hate, she felt uncomfortable. Maybe Annika liked that music, but Annie didn’t. Annie liked to listen to autotuned Barbie dolls with bouncing tits, who had songs written for them because their true value was their shallow, bimbo looks. That thought, too, gave her pause, because something about it didn’t seem right. Annika liked them? Wasn’t she Annika? Annie? Why was she thinking about them in a before and after context?

She knew that she was Annika, but at the same time, she was not Annika. Annika was a difficult bitch, with stringy black hair, who argued a lot and got into trouble. Annika wasn’t good. Annie was a good girl. Annie was helpful and dutiful and contributed to the household. Annika just took things and wasn’t grateful. Annie gave back. Annika was a lesbian, but Annie was a… a… she didn’t know.

She picked at her food, oblivious to Kella and Davis jabbering, and felt like her head was as confused as her pussy. When she looked at Kella, or smelled her, it made her pussy feel good but her mind recoiled from it. When she thought about laying across Davis’ lap, getting her spanking, or she thought about his hard cock pressed against her belly, it also made her pussy wet, but her mind recoiled from it.

Only, she’d sat on the stairs and masturbated just this morning and she’d orgasmed thinking about Davis’ cock. Or had she been thinking about Kella’s shaven pussy? She couldn’t remember. Everything felt so jumbled.

Davis and Kella finished their meal, and Davis retired to the living room. Kella made to take the dishes from the table, but Annie quickly stood up. The dildo slid wetly from her fuckhole.

“I’ll get those,” Annie snapped.

Kella shrugged and set the dishes back down, then went to join Davis in the living room. When she finished rinsing and putting the dishes into the washer, Annie crept into the living room. Davis and Kella sat on the couch, watching TV. Davis looked up as she entered, unsure of what to do with herself. She supposed she could read more. She needed to memorize more recipes, after all. TV wasn’t an option, and she’d already done her workout. Only, nothing quite made sense, because she hadn’t gotten her spanking, and that just made everything else seem like it was off. Davis beckoned her in.

“Did you need something, Annie?” he asked.

Annie did need something. She flicked her eyes to Kella, who watched the TV in her tank top and panties.

“I… I don’t know,” Annie said.

“Did we miss a step today, princess?” he asked.

Princess. The word made her knees weak. Annie was a princess. She was good and she was a princess. A pretty, blonde, cute princess. She felt herself nodding. They had missed a step, and it was a step that would put everything right.

“Why don’t we take care of that?” Davis suggested and patted his lap.

Annie’s eyes flicked to Kella again. This step wasn’t right, because Kella was here. This wasn’t a thing that happened with the three of them. This was something that she and Davis did together because Davis knew that she was a stupid slut who needed her spanking and her cummies. With Kella here, it wouldn’t be special. It would just be humiliating.

“Kella, would you mind if I have a little time with Annie?” Davis asked.

“Oh, yeah, sure,” Kella agreed. “I’ll just lay down for a bit. You can come up and fuck me after!”

She threw him a wink and he chuckled, then swatted her bottom on her way out. Annie blushed once again. Once Kella had gone up the steps, Davis beckoned her in again. Annie approached cautiously, like a frightened deer. Davis patted his lap and reached for the vibrator. Obediently, Annie removed the apron, baring her full nudity to him, and lay across his lap.

Davis gently rubbed and squeezed her bottom, then flicked on the vibrator. Annie opened her legs. Davis held the vibrator in one hand, but instead of pushing it against her pussy, he ran his finger through her wet slit and coated it with her arousal. Annie wiggled and moaned. Then, he put the vibrator against her cunt and laid a hard, cracking spanking on her ass.

Annie yelped and wiggled her ass. Davis pushed the toy inside of her. She wiggled and moaned, trying to hump the toy, but Davis firmly held her ass cheek and worked the toy in and out of her.

“What is it, Annie?” Davis asked. “You seem a little upset, princess.”

“I… I don’t know,” Annie admitted.

“You don’t like Kella?”

“No.”

“Why don’t you like Kella, Annie? You don’t think she’s cute?”

He drew his hand back and spanked her again, making her moan. This was right. This was what was missing. She needed the questions, the spanking, the reminder that she was a stupid slut.

“She… she gets to stay upstairs and…” Davis pushed the toy deep into her cunt and she kicked her legs. “And she… she gets to stay, but she… she doesn’t help.”

Davis palmed her bottom and his thumb rubbed her asshole. The vibrator twisted in her cunt.

“Kella helps in other ways, right?” Davis asked.

“But––”

“Kella does other things around the house, that I can’t do with you. Because you’re a lesbian and you don’t want me to fuck you. Are you a lesbian, Annie?”

He rotated the vibrator to hit her special spot and Annie began to tremble violently.

“Are you a lesbian, Annie?” he asked again.

“I dont… I don’t know!” she cried.

“Does Kella make your pussy wet?”

He angled the vibrator to deny her the orgasm but keep her stimulated.

“Yes!”

“Did you masturbate while I was fucking Kella?”

“Yes!”

“What did you think about? Kella’s pussy, or cock?”

“I… I don’t… I don’t know!” she blubbered.

Davis pushed the vibrator against her spot once more and Annie began to shake and kick her legs, huffing into the cushion.

“Would you like me to fuck you, Annie?”

“I… I…”

He held her on the edge a moment longer and asked again.

“Do you want me to fuck you, Annie?”

Annie trembled and whispered, “Please!”

“Please?”

She broke into a pitiful sob and then said, “Please…” again. Davis pushed her over as she begged, “Please… fuck me!”

“Good girl.”

***

While Annika lay in the dog bed, masturbating to the porn box, Davis handed Kella a stack of money.

“That was so much faster than I imagined,” he said. “I figured she’d at least go a couple of days before she broke down, but I guess she’s more of a slut than I imagined.”

Kella took the money, counted it, and said, “This is more than we agreed to.”

“I threw in a bit extra since you had to cut your hair and dye it,” Davis explained.

“Thanks! You sure you don’t want me to hang around a few more days and get her even more confused?”

Davis shook his head.

“Nah. I think she’s in a good place. I’ll iron out the kinks.”

Kella nodded and handed him a card.

“If you know anyone else, we’re always happy to help confuse and manipulate!” she said.

“I’ll definitely keep it in mind.”

He glanced down at the card, which read, “CAMGIRL: Confusion and Manipulation Guaranteed in Real Life. A DomCo Company.”

On the back were Kella’s name and number. Davis fucked the girl again before he went to bed.

***

Annie awoke and set about her usual routine. She pissed on the grass, then made breakfast, expecting to see Kella join them at the table. Instead, the pixie slut gave Annie a kiss on the lips, and said, “My ship’s come in. Stay cute, Annie!”

Then, she left the house. Annie’s confusion only deepened. She returned to her cooking. Davis came in behind her and put his arms around her waist. Annie giggled and flushed as one of his hands groped a boob, and the other slipped beneath the apron. His finger pushed into her wet pussy. He held her to his chest, jilling her cunt and squeezing her breast as he whispered in her ear.

“She’s all gone, princess. It’s just me and you now. Does that make it better?”

“Yes,” Annie moaned.

“Would you like to say your words for me?”

“I’m a stupid… slut, Sir!” Annie gasped as his thick finger burrowed into her cunt and his hand rubbed against her clit.

“You’re such a good girl, Annie.”

Her legs shook from the praise. Davis removed his finger and allowed her to finish breakfast, flushed and horny. After they ate, Annie’s life once more felt normal and she beamed with happiness. She hummed her favorite Bratty Britt tune to herself, as she did the dishes. Davis waited in the living room for her, but he didn’t deliver her spanking there. Instead, he took her upstairs, to his own bedroom.

Annie fidgeted adorably as she removed her apron and lay across his lap on the bed. He took up her toy and worked it through her soaking pussy as he stroked her hair.

“Are you glad that Kella’s gone?” he asked.

“Yes!”

Davis pushed the toy into her cunt.

“You see? You had nothing to worry about, did you? Did you think I’d pick some black-haired little carpet muncher over you, princess?”

Annie moaned and said, “I… I don’t know.”

“I don’t have to do that now, do I?”

Annie shook her head as Davis fucked the toy in and out of her pussy.

“Because you’re my good girl, aren’t you?”

“Yes!”

He pressed the vibrator deep, rotating it to get her shaking, and then laid a hard smack on her ass that made her gasp and shiver.

“You’re daddy’s princess, isn’t that right?”

“Yes!”

Davis palmed her ass in one hand and pushed the toy to her special spot.

“Are you a lesbian, Annie?”

“N… No!”

He held her on the edge.

“Do you want me to fuck you?”

“Yes!”

Davis rolled her from his lap onto the bed and pulled off his sleep shorts, freeing his cock. Annie looked at it for the first time, her eyes wide with anticipation and wonder. Davis moved between her legs and looked down at his new, blonde, slutty sex doll, eagerly awaiting her first real cock. He positioned himself and gripped one of her hips in his hand. With the other, he guided his stiff prick to her pussy.

His cockhead parted her wet folds and then slid inside her tight opening. Annie’s perfect pussy molded around his cock, slippery, hot, and so wet. She drew in a sharp breath and looked between her legs, where her mother’s former boyfriend gently fed the length of his cock into her. His free hand grabbed her breast and squeezed it. Annie let out a long moan of pleasure as more inches of his cock slid into her.

Davis pushed himself to the balls inside of her and then leaned in, gathering his sex doll into his arms, putting his arm around her neck to press her to his body. He groaned hotly into her ear and drew his hips back, then felt her tremble as he gave her his full length again. His pace increased, only slightly, working his cock back and forth in her sexy little sheath.

Annie began to make little gasping noises as he slowly fucked her pussy and held her against him. Her arms encircled his neck and she held on, her hips rocking up to meet his thrusts.

“Say your words, princess,” he whispered.

“I’m… a stupid… slut… Sir,” Annie breathed.

“Good girl,” Davis whispered and Annie came on his cock.

***

Tell You What

The last thing that Davis expected to see upon opening the door, was a dirty woman with unwashed, stringy blonde hair, who smelled as if she hadn’t bathed in a week. The woman’s face was set in a scowl of displeasure, but her anxiety and desperation hung about her like a cloud. The woman held a leash in her hand and the leash was attached to the collar of a large, German Shepherd.

Davis’ heart soared at the sight of the dog, who began to whine and tug at the leash when it saw him. The woman released the leash and the dog stood on its hind legs, nuzzling its head against his chest as he laughed and scratched it behind the ears.

“Oh, shit,” he exclaimed. “I missed you, boy!”

The woman made to enter the house as if she were a contributing member of its household. But Davis barred the door.

“Where do you think you’re going, dog thief?” he asked, fixing his glowering countenance on the woman.

“Don’t fuck around, Davis. Look. I’m sorry. I just needed some time and––”

“And you needed my money and my dog for it?” Davis asked.

Annie appeared in the hallway, curious about the commotion. The woman took in the sight of her, wearing a pair of glossy, pink heels, a mini skirt, and a pink crop top. Her long, blonde hair spilled loosely down her shoulders, and around her neck was a thin, pink collar with a small tag that read, “Annie” in sparkly rhinestones.

“Who the fuck is that?” the woman exclaimed.

Davis cast a look back at Annie, who stared at the woman with equal confusion. He gave one, sharp, barking laugh.

“Why should you care?” he said. “You don’t live here. Thanks for bringing the dog back.”

He began to close the door.

“Davis, wait!” the woman cried.

Davis waited.

“I… I don’t have anywhere else to go.”

Davis considered this for a moment and then said, “There’s a pretty decent homeless shelter downtown. If you start now, you might reach it before it gets dark.”

He closed the door. For a moment, the woman pounded on the door. The dog, now greeting Annie, wagged its tail as she scratched his head. Davis began to walk away, and then the pounding ceased. A moment later, a harsh, racking sob issued from the other side. Davis paused, then returned to the door. He opened it, to find Annika’s mother sitting, slumped, on the porch, with her head in her hands. She looked over her shoulder and gave him the most pitiful look she could. It was, basically, how she looked in general.

Davis stood in the doorway, looking down at her, and then he said, “Tell you what. I’ll give you a choice.”