Beneath Gallows I (Commission)

All characters are 18+

Kitty sat at the worn bar, her back straight despite the thick plug in her rectum and the toy humming between her thighs. 

She was dressed like a whore. A black leather miniskirt that barely skimmed the tops of her thighs, fishnet stockings over a neon green micro thong, and red stilettos that dug into the bar’s sticky floor. A cropped vinyl jacket left her tummy exposed, her breasts spilling from a too-tight lace bralette. Dark liner smudged around her eyes made her look like a sloppy little slut, needy for the attention of a father figure. Her sticky gloss on her lips glistened under the low neon lights. She shifted slightly, a subtle wince crossing her face as the toy inside her buzzed mercilessly, pressing right where it hurt so good.

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​​Daddy had picked this outfit. He’d made her fill her holes with toys and instructed her to head to The Hangman, his local pub by 10 p.m. sharp. No talking to other men, he’d said. He was going to be in a rotten mood tonight, and she'd better be waiting exactly where he told her. Kitty had obeyed, sitting on her stool like a good girl, trying her best not to hump her toys in deeper.

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​​She shifted again when two men slid onto the stools beside her, one on each side. They looked rough—mid-fifties, flannel shirts, scruffy beards and trucker hats stained from sweat. Their eyes roamed over her body like she was a piece of meat, lingering too long on the curve of her thighs and her supple tits on display.

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​​“You busy, sweetheart?” the one on her right asked, his voice rough like gravel.

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​​Kitty kept her gaze down, lips pressed together as her heart thudded. "I’mwaiting for someone," she whispered as her little cunt throbbed. The buzz between her legs was impossible to ignore, the low hum faint but audible in the quiet lull of the bar.

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​​The man on her left chuckled. "Soundslike you're already keepin' yourself entertained."

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​​Heat bloomed in her cheeks. She bit her bottom lip, trying not to squirm as both men settled in, elbows on the bar, making themselves comfortable. They weren't in a hurry to leave, and they clearly weren’t put off by her silence.

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​​“Sure you don’t got time for a little conversation?” the first man asked, his breath hot on her ear.

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​​Kitty shook her head, squeezing her thighs tighter as the vibrations pulsed deeper. "I... I'm busy," she whispered again, praying Daddy would walk through that door soon.

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​​Kitty’s breath hitched as the first man’s rough hand slid up her thigh, pushing her legs apart. Both men leaned in, leering at the toy straining against the fabric of her thong. Such a tiny strip of cotton covering her drooling cunt. 

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​​“Look at this pretty little thing,” one of them muttered with a grin.

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​​Kitty squeezed her eyes shut, biting her lip hard. Daddy didn’t like it when she slutted too much without him. But she had to be good. He’d told her to wait, and good girls did exactly as they were told.

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​​A clink of glassware caught her ear. The bartender stood a few feet away, polishing a grimy tumbler with slow, deliberate strokes. He didn’t intervene, didn’t say a word—just watched as the two men explored their new plaything.

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​​The second man gave a low whistle as his hand snaked into her jacket, yanking her bralette down to free her fat tits. Kitty gasped, heat rushing to her cheeks.“We’re gonna have a lot of fun with you,” he said, twisting her nipple between two fingers.

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​​Half of her wanted to fight them off. The other half was a fucking slut who would do anything these men demanded. But both sides of her were Daddy’s now. She forced herself to scan the empty room. 

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​​There he was—Daddy.

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​​Gallows sat in a booth off to the right, hidden in the shadows. He wore a black button-down shirt, rolled to his elbows, exposing thick forearms. A silver watch glinted on his wrist, and his hands—capable, surgeon’s hands—rested loosely around a tumbler of whiskey. 

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​​He was almost finished with his drink, the amber liquid swirling slowly.

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​​His glare cut through the dim light and fixed onto her. His eyes made her shiver. There was no warmth there, only expectation. He was studying her like a patient on the table, waiting to see if she’d follow instructions or fall apart.

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​​Kitty’s pulse raced. She knew that look. Not yet. Not until he said so. Until then, she was at the mercy of these men. She whimpered, clenching her thighs instinctively, but the man between them chuckled, shoving her knees wider. 

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​​Gallows watched it all unfold, the slightest smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth as he took a slow sip of whiskey. He set his glass down and rose from the booth. 

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​​Her heart raced as he moved toward her. When he stopped behind one of the men, he gave a sharp click of his teeth—just loud enough to make her whole body jolt in response.

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​​Without a word, Kitty pushed away from the bar, sliding off the stool and standing at attention for him. She kept her head down, hands folded in front of her, tits on full display, her entire focus now on the man she belonged to.

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​​The two men glanced at each other as they tried to piece together what was happening. But Gallows and Kitty didn’t see them anymore. They were lost in one another now. Gallows stepped in close, his scent—whiskey, leather, and clean skin—overwhelming her senses. His hand glided up the back of her neck, his fingers tangled firmly in her hair, tugging hard enough to make her groan.

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​​“Let’s go,” he commanded her. She was his property. Her owner. And she was his little fucking slave.

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​​Kitty folded her arms behind her back, following without hesitation as he led her through the bar, weaving between empty tables. The two men sat dumbfounded as they watched her disappear with the man she belonged to. No protest, no argument—just the quiet acceptance that they’d been dismissed.

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​​Out back, the space was quiet, illuminated by a flickering yellow light above the door. Two dumpsters sat off to the left, lids closed, slick with rain. To the right, a couple of white plastic chairs flanked a small table with an overflowing ashtray perched on top. Behind it, a set of narrow wooden stairs led up to the apartment above. The area was relatively clean, the asphalt glistening with fresh rain. The lingering scent of stale beer mixed with the smell of wet pavement.

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​​The night air was thick and cool against Kitty’s flushed skin. As he walked her out past the dumpsters, Daddy yanked her jacket down around her elbows. He began to beat her breasts, hard raps, one after another after another. 

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​​“These are mine,” he growled, his voice low and dangerous as his free hand cupped her tit, giving it a rough squeeze.“You don’t let anyone touch what belongs to me.”

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​​Kitty whimpered, her knees threatening to buckle under the weight of his words.

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​​“You’ve been a bad little girl,” Each word timed with the rhythm of his stinging hand, beating her chest black and blue.“Letting those men look at you like that? Letting them put their hands on what’s mine?”

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​​Her chest heaved, shame and arousal swirling in her belly. “I—I didn’t—” she stammered, but he took her by her throat.

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​​“Shut the fuck up,” he growled against her ear. “No excuses. You know better.”

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​​Kitty clenched around her toy uncontrollably and her legs gave out as she came without permission. Daddy squeezed her neck tighter and Kitty lifted her hands to struggle hopelessly at his hold on her. 

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​​“Hands!” He only had to say it once. 

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​​She did as she was told, folding her hands behind her back as she gasped for air. 

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​​“You have to learn baby. Daddy has to teach you. Daddy needs to teach his little slave...” He was beginning to mumble. 

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​​With each word, the toy inside her pulsed against her sensitive walls, sending waves of pleasure crashing over her. She was his slut. His little fucking toy. He’d forced her to cum, hurting her for her disobedience. It made her cum even harder. Again and again until time stood still. The Blind Forever. 

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​​A feedback loop. Enslavement of the flesh. Liberation of the mind. Daddy was setting her free. 

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​​Kitty looked into Daddy’s eyes and resigned herself to her fate. Daddy was in control now. She shivered and squirted around her toy again, eyes rolling back in her head. She was blacking out. She was…

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​​*****

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​​When Kitty came to she found herself folded awkwardly into one of the grimy plastic chairs, her back pressing into the cold, damp curve of its frame. Her legs were bent high over her head, her thighs spread wide, knees almost brushing her ears. She gasped, disoriented, as the relentless slap of Daddy’s hips drove into her, filling her over and over with no regard for her at all. 

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​​“Welcome back, little slut.” 

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​​His hand gripped the back of her head, forcing her to see what he was doing to her. “Watch,” he growled. “You don’t get to look away.”

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​​She obeyed, her bleary gaze locking on the slick, obscene sight of them colliding—Daddy was in her asshole. She must have upset him. 

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​​“Daddy… it hurts,” Kitty groaned as she felt him punishing her insides.

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​​She felt the dull ache as he violated her whore ass with long, rough strokes. Her body was taking everything he gave her, her ring stretched and raw, soaking wet from the vibrator still buzzing inside her. Her spasming cunt was overstimulated, blurring the line between pain and bliss.

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​​“What do you say?” His voice was sharp. 

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​​“Thank you Daddy…”

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​​“Good girl,” Gallows was getting close. Kitty could see it in his eyes. He needed her help to bring him to release. If she wanted to be his good girl, it was the least she could do. 

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​​“Please Daddy… Please fuck my asshole open.” Immediately, she could feel him flex inside her bowels and quicken the tempo. 

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​​“That’s it, Daddy,” she continued, twisting the knife. ”Please fuck my little ass. I’m such a little fucking slut, Daddy. Dressing like a whore and teasing sick old perverts. I need to be fucked back into my place, Daddy.” 

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​​Gallows spit in her face. Kitty opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out. Gallows spit again. He groaned and exploded inside her, the intense pleasure ripping through him like electricity. He drove himself deep up inside her intestines and deposited his warm thick load. Grinding his hips flush against hers, he pinned her in place as the last of him emptied into her. 

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​​She shivered beneath him, body wracked with aftershocks as the feeling of being used so roughly triggered another orgasm she was helpless to stop. It tore through her core and left her whining for her Daddy. 

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​​Kitty clenched her little asshole tight around him, her mind unraveling from the sensory overload. She made fists in Daddy’s sleeves, holding onto him in desperation. 

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​​“Thank you, Daddy,” she whispered between gasps, her voice shaky and drenched in submission.

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​​His hand cupped her face, thumb smearing her running mascara and lipstick across her flushed skin with deliberate coldness. “Good girl,” he muttered, leaning down to claim her mouth with a hard, unrelenting tongue-kiss.

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​​She was his possession, a thing to be consumed. Kitty melted into him, moaning into the kiss. Her body went limp as the last tremors of her climax faded, leaving her soft and pliant beneath him.