She was once someone very different she knew, as she sat on the floor naked, collar around her neck. She wasn’t the type of person who would have done all of the things that she did, or had done to her, daily. She had had hopes and dreams and a future, she had felt, at one time. The before time. Before she let go of everything she was and became less and less and lost her name, and slowly, over time, became an it.

Not that she really understood it on a deep level like that, not intellectually, not anymore. That part of her was gone, from grooming, conditioning, atrophy, use, and abuse. Deep thoughts no longer swam in the sex and pain filled mind. If you asked her what her name was, the answer reflexively would only be “cunt” and if you asked for her birth name, dull eyes would stare at you until she cobbled the thoughts of what came before was.

It wasn’t only her mind that had changed, but her body as well. What had once been a slim fresh teenager had now become the body of a woman, but a woman who had seen a lot of miles. Anyone looking at the brown haired fresh faced youngster on the flyers at the local Wal-mart would have walked past her now without a thought. Her own parents wouldn’t recognize her now. Her long brown hair was shorter and platinum blonde. Any remaining body hair on the body was not allowed. Her chest had naturally developed much more, full, but her nipples were extended, pierced, some minor scars marking the heavy abuse they had suffered. Her body was much the same, lean like an animal, no fat whatsoever, but sinewy and muscled, even more heavily criss-crossed with small and not so small scars. She was heavily tattooed, her arm sporting a full sleeve, her ass branded with “Property of God” and a tattoo that was almost always visible above her namesake, saying “Cumslut” and “Dog Fucker”.

Her ass and cunt had permanent gapes to them, always open, ready for access. Her labia sported multiple piercings, much like her face. She had been remade. She didn’t know it but he showed her pictures of herself from the Before and she no longer even recognized the girl in them as herself. Nothing mattered but the now and but what he wanted.

Not that she considered herself abused, not any longer. It had taken several years but he had slowly stripped away any sense of self she had once had, a snip here, a cut of dignity here, and a slice of free will there. Day by day, training, grooming, sex, pain, abuse, and Stockholm syndrome had remade her into his willing cunt. He paid many of his bills with her, rented her out, let his friends use her, and used her to help him acquire new cunts to start anew. Most never turned out as perfectly as she had however.

He had found her online, from a broken home, unable to deal with the abuse her dad gave her, the liberties he took with her. She couldn’t process it all, until she met him and he taught her to embrace it, own it. She resisted at first, but once she started turning off her brain and letting her body take over, it was over. She never realized that, but it was, until the day she simply never came home. He had picked her up and to be honest, no one really cared that she disappeared.