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“Bend lower cunt, and straighten those fucking knees!”

Before Tina could realistically comply, she felt demanding hands on her body, pushing her head further down and forcing her knees inward, creating an uncomfortable strain on her body. She gasped ever so slightly, but knew better than to voice and type of complaint. When the hands were satisfied with her newly configured posture, they lingered on her frame for a few moments more, concluding with a sharp slap on her ass and a rough squeeze of her breast.

“Therrrrre ya go. That’s a good bitch. Nice and inviting, just like that.”

Cameras flashed before her eyes as the men photographed her. Tina knew she should have felt ashamed; she could imagine what she looked like, dressed seductively and bent over an ancient typewriter, seemingly begging to be fucked like a common whore. Unfortunately, all of her shame had been drained from her. All that her instincts told her to do now was obey. Obey and move on; resistance was pointless, and often times painful.

“Excellent, I think we got it fellas. Now get that pathetic slut out of here.”

Again, hands groped Tina’s body, taking their liberties while they did their work. She felt the familiar cold kiss of handcuffs encircling her wrists. Tina wondered why they even bothered using them anymore; they could overpower her easily no matter what she did. Her mind wandered as the men guided her body like a puppet; they were in complete control.

What had it been now? Weeks? Months? Did it even matter? Once upon a time, she’d scoffed at her captors. Initially, when the Male Dominance Organization had gained a significant foothold in the government, it had seemed silly. Tina had laughed, thinking people couldn’t possibly be on board with the MDO’s policies. However, events escalated rapidly; women were removed from positions of authority, stripped of basic human rights, and eventually regarded as no more than animals or property.

Tina had been on her way out of the country when they’d apprehended her. It was a foolish, stupid mistake to wait as long as she did, and her assailants made sure to remind her of that daily. It was part of their subversive mind games, taunting her about her of lack of intelligence. She had dismissed it at first, but the constant jeering of what a brainless bitch she was had admittedly taken its toll.

“Oh yeah, this is gonna be perfect for the cover. Whaddya think bitch? Time to let your little article see the light of day?”

Tina didn’t reply, even though she instantly knew what was being referenced. Even without her collar on, she kept her mouth shut. It should have startled her, being so docile. In the beginning, any time they removed the collar she would have protested energetically. Now however, she remained silent, resigned to her new life of slavery.

Her obedience had been born from endless reinforcement that there was no hope. The article in question was just one example of how they’d taken her will away from her, replacing it with subservient obedience. They had made her write it herself, as a way of mocking her and her past life. She was sat down at an old typewriter and ordered to write what they dictated. Tina had no choice but to comply, and even then, they continued their humiliation of her.

Often, she would finish, or come close, only for one of her guards to interrupt her work, roughly grabbing a fistful of her hair and shoving his cock down her throat. She would gag and sputter as her face was fucked; the man would explain that it was a teaching moment, that women’s mouths weren’t meant for voicing opinions, but solely for swallowing cocks, cum, and piss.

And she would swallow cum eventually, once the man reached climax. They always expected a thank you, for being nice enough to feed her a good meal of semen, or for covering her face with the warm goo; they told her it was their way of making her prettier.

It didn’t stop there though. No, they would push her degradation even further, determined to break her mind permanently. The man who had violated her mouth would rip the paper from the typewriter, grunting as he examined her work. Then, he would hold it to her forehead and let loose a steady stream of vile urine. Tina would hold back her revulsion as it splashed on her face and the paper, some of it inevitably landing in her mouth. She had been conditioned to accept what they did to her. To them, she was simply a set of holes for their use, and they took great pleasure in humiliating her as much as possible.

Once he was finished, the man would walk away, leaving the paper stuck to her face, a wet sticky mess. He would scold her, admonishing her for what a dumb cunt she was, ruining her work like that, making sure she knew it was entirely her fault that the pages she had slaved over were now wrecked. Then, he would order her to get back to work.

Tina lost count of how many times that scenario had played out. Sometimes it happened in different forms. The men made sure that she took cock in all her holes, sometimes more than one at once. It all blurred together into one nightmarish gangbang.

And of course, the collar, it made it impossible to resist. In the beginning, Tina was exasperated by it. The unforgiving steel somehow invaded her skin and attached itself not only to her body, but to her mind as well. It was a cruel and unforgiving captor; anytime that she opened her mouth to protest, anytime she set her mind to developing an escape plan, it would deliver a harsh shock to her body. And not a small jolt either, no, it would set her nerves on fire and leave her writhing on the ground in pain.

The effect the collar had was absolute, and soon all disobedience was erased from her mind. Tina was merely their property, and property existed only to be owned and used, not to have thoughts or freedoms. She was property, not a person.

Which brought her back to the photo shoot. The collar had done its work, she didn’t hardly need it any longer. They had fully broken her in. It wasn’t that she wanted to obey, but that she had to. It was as though she was locked inside a cell in her own mind, not wanting to submit, but having no other choice than to do so. Her captors had created a fracture between her brain and her body, and that was their ultimate victory. She truly had become something less than human. Something that was unintelligent, unaware, and obedient.

In fact, she was so unaware that she didn’t even notice that she wasn’t being led back to her cell….

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Tina sat in her in her stall watching the people walk to and fro. She was clad in the same dress as she wore for her photo op and was accompanied by the same archaic typewriter. Surrounding her on all sides was firm Plexiglas, with one mid sized hole in the front and many small ones drilled into the ceiling for air.

She was available for rent.

The store was one of many sprinkled across the country. Women, dolled up and captive, displayed as merchandise to be rented out. Tina happened to be in a special celebrity shop; surrounding her were other women of note; Alison Brie, Zoe Saldana, Margot Robbie, etc. Earlier she had seen who she thought was Blake Lively being drug in via collar and leash like a dog. The reason she could only guess was that Blake looked almost unrecognizable, her ruined makeup, disheveled hair, and tattered clothing made her look like more of refugee than a Hollywood starlet.

Tina eyed one particularly filthy looking man as he wandered around the shop. At first she had thought that in a room full of formerly famous personalities, only the most elite clientele would be allowed, but quite the opposite was true. Junkies, bums, and street urchins were encouraged to visit. It was a way to further the women’s degradation. After all, even the lowest of the low men were infinitely superior to any woman.

The filthy man stopped in front of stall and yanked his pants down, inserting his cock through the hole in the stall. A woman that Tina recognized as Gal Gadot wrapped her lips around the wrinkled, grimy member without hesitation and began to suck mindlessly. She, like the rest of the women in the store, was broken, merely a sex toy to be sampled and purchased.

And so Tina waited; no doubt she would be tested out and deemed worthy or unworthy of sale sometime soon. She merely just stared at the piece of paper that was stuck to her stall. Although she couldn’t read the words printed on the other side, she knew what they said. After all, it was an excerpt from the article she’d been forced to write about herself. The store owners said that the magazine that had published it had been one of the best selling in quite some time. Tina flashed back to the torturous hours it took for her to write it:

Tina was a rather industrious cunt in her rather dubious past. She felt that women were, in some bizarre way, equals to men. Foolishly, she pursued a career at writing. Laughable as that was, some people thought the whore was actually making a difference. Quite unfortunately, poor Tina let those delusions go to her “brain” for quite some time.

Luckily, about a month ago Tina came into contact with some of the fine staff at Bitches Bimbos and Beyond. After some cordial discussions, Tina enthusiastically gave up her writing career to embrace her true calling; being a brainless cocksucking slave. She repeatedly tells the staff that she couldn’t be happier.

Tina is one of the most popular pieces of merchandise at Bitches Bimbos and Beyond, and she is thrilled to now truly be a role model for women across the country. We can promise you that she will serve all your needs and greedily beg for more. For availability and pricing, please inquire at the front desk.

“Gah!”

A sharp pain snapped Tina out of her daydream. Her stall had been opened and she was being yanked out and drug across the floor by her hair.

“Shut yer mouth cunt!” snapped the man pulling her along. “After I’m done fucking that tight ass and wet mouth, maybe then you can write me a story about what an eager little cocksucker you are, how does that sound?”

It was deplorable, disgusting, and utterly humiliating. In a million years Tina never could have dreamed being treated in such a way. There was only one way she could think of to reply.

“Yes Sir, thank you Sir.”