The bristles raked her walls, scraping and poking against her most sensitive flesh. He pumped it in and out like he was scouring her clean, each stroke a savage burn that left her flayed raw and frantic.
She writhed helplessly, silent sobs wracking her body — and still her clit pulsed, her pussy clenched, her body betraying her with arousal she couldn’t shut down.
“See?” Silas jeered. “Watch her cunt begging for it while we scrub her clean like a moldy water bottle. Bitch knows she’s filthy.”
And the worst of it was shehadasked for this. In her letter to Kenny, she’d written about being cleaned upon acquisition like a feral beast, and now it was happening, and whethershewanted it or not, Silas wasn’t wrong about her body’s response.
Silas twisted the brush harder, fucked it faster, the bristles stabbing deep until the agony blurred into unbearable need. Her whole body convulsed, and she came, violent and humiliating, pussy muscles spasming around the bristled head. It felt like tearing. Like breaking. Her cunt contracted and jerked around the bristles, each clench dragging the sharp fibers deeper into her raw flesh.
Kenny’s voice was steady, detached. “This is how she learns. Pain, arousal, release. The pattern will sink in.”
Silas didn’t stop. He wrenched the brush in deeper, twisting cruelly, the bristles scraping her insides like wire. Her body bucked and thrashed before it shattered again. The second orgasm ripped through her with sharp, unbearable force, pain laced into every pulse. No pleasure. Just an unbearable need even more desperate than the first, leaving her limp in the straps, sobbing silently.
When he finally yanked the brush free, her pussy throbbed, swollen and hot, every scrape of tender flesh a raw line of fire.Every pulse of her heartbeat ached inside her, proof of how thoroughly she’d been scoured.
“Look at that,” Silas said, satisfaction thick in his voice. “Red and angry, like someone took sandpaper to get rid of all that filthy skin. Beautiful.”
Boone gave a slow nod. “Scrubbed clean. Exactly as a new pet should be.”
Kenny’s tone was calm, matter-of-fact. “Raw means she’ll feel every touch tonight. Pain sharpens obedience. She won’t forget.”
Tears slid down her temples as the words sank in. She couldn’t see herself, strapped flat to the table, but their voices painted the picture, humiliating and undeniable. Her cunt burned, swollen and aching, and the men’s cold appraisal left her squirming in the straps, humiliated and throbbing with shameful need.
Their clinical detachment made her cunt clench, and her head lolled against the table, shame and arousal churning together until she thought she’d drown in it.
They released the straps on her thighs, Kenny buckled a shock collar tight around her thigh, and panic spiraled in her chest.
The rest of the straps were released, and Boone gently settled her on all fours on the floor. She scurried to keep up with Silas this time, the leash a constant threat, and he walked faster than Kenny had. Thankfully, he didn’t go far, only to the downstairs bathroom just off the kitchen.
Chapter 17
A heavy chair waited in front of the mirror, straps already in place. They forced her into it, buckled her wrists and ankles, and tethered her chest against the wood so she couldn’t twist away. Her reflection stared back, her hair a tangled mess she had to look through just to see herself, tits naked, her face tear-streaked.
“Time for the rest of the filth to go,” Silas said, his voice harsh with glee. “This much hair will be too much upkeep. Pets don’t need it.”
The clippers buzzed alive, loud in the tiled room, echoing against the walls until the sound rattled her bones.
Her eyes went wide in the mirror. She fought her restraints with everything she had while she shook her head frantically, mouthingplease don’t, please don’tuntil tears blurred her reflection.
The shock hit her thigh like a lightning bolt, and her whole system lit up. Her entire body jerked, her muscles seized, and she’d have sworn the voltage somehow went straight to her clit and nipples.
Her vision blurred and she fought the restraints harder than ever, but the wide straps locked her to the chair. The painradiated outward like fire licking along exposed nerves. Her ragged breath came in short, broken gasps.
Even in the aftermath, heat and fire rolled through her nerves, a white-hot path straight to obedience, and all that remained was the unbearable knowledge that theyownedher now in a way nothing else had ever touched.
Her reflection was now wild-eyed, mouth gaping in a silent scream, tears spilling down her cheeks, but the only sound was the clippers.
“First lesson,” Kenny said evenly, not unkind but utterly final. “Sit still and obey. Struggling against us or your restraints will not be tolerated.”
“Told you she’d fight,” Boone rumbled, his voice low and blunt. “They always do until you teach them.”
Silas put his head beside hers, looked at her in the mirror, his grin reflected alongside her tear-streaked face. “That’s better. A jolt for every twitch. We’ll train her to hold still like a good little fuckdoll while I strip every last shred of her humanity away until all that’s left is a creature.”
She’d been at the edge of panic, and his words pulled her back from the brink.Strip every last shred of her humanity until all that’s left is a creature.That was her entire fantasy boiled down to a single sentence. The horror in the mirror was real, but her hair would come back with the nextchange. The woman in the mirror wasn’t her, but she wasn’t supposed to be. That was the point. She let herself sink into the transformation they were forcing on her with every jolt, every strip of stolen autonomy. Into what they were making her — a voiceless creature who obeyed instantly. Not Willow with hair, athingwithout.
The clippers buzzed again, and she froze, trembling beneath the surface but motionless where it counted. The memory of the last shock throbbed along her nerves, and the terror they mightuse it again mixed with the raw arousal pulsing in her traitorous clit.
The first pass left a harsh line of scalp through the middle of her hair. Strands tumbled down over her shoulders, into her lap, onto the tile. She saw it all in the mirror, every jagged pass, every strip of herself falling away.
