I hope you all like it, This is the first time I’ve posted something like this. with more talking than actual sex.
This story does have a little bit of animal abuse but only one line, And I hope you don’t judge all my work on any mistakes in this one.

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Cally banged her knee and scraped her elbow as she reached under the
dumpster outside the grocery store, but she managed to get her
palm around the baby kitten she’d seen run under it and which was
hiding there all by itself. Gently now she retracted her bare arm,
keeping the hand holding the kitten suspended midway between the
pavement and the bottom of the dumpster — in order not to hurt the
baby — but the physics of that move insured more scrapes to her arm,
a knock on the elbow, and a kink in her shoulder.

It was that time of evening between day and night when, although it is
not darkest, yet it is most difficult to see things – the violet hour,
the violent hour.

It was foolish, perhaps, to have stopped when she was late already,
but she had long ago lost the reputation for being sensible, and it
often got her into trouble, but she was ruled by her impulses. That’s
what Jake said. And that’s why she needed him always to be looking
after her and cleaning up her messes. But it never worked, and she
always did something stupid again. She never learned. She didn’t know
what she would do without him.

He was surprisingly undisturbed when she got home. She knew that if
she wasn’t there when he got back from the garage, he didn’t like it.

I’m an old-fashioned kinda guy, he explained one night after he’d
smacked her around because dinner wasn’t ready when he got home and
the house was a mess. He’d had a long and hard day, and sometimes a
guy loses his temper. He wouldn’t be normal if he didn’t.

I mean, I work all day to support us, and all you gotta do, I mean all
you gotta do is keep up your end of the bargain, right? I mean that’s
what you wanted, wasn’t it? Just when I come home, my slippers are out
and there’s a hot meal ready, and the house is a place I can be proud
to say I live in it. And if you fix yourself up a little, try to look
a little, pretty, hey, that’s icing on the cake. You know what I’m
sayin’?

I do Jake; you’re right. I’m sorry.

I know you are, he said, taking her in his arms.

What am I gonna do with you?

I’ll get better, Jake. I mean it. I want to.

She was looking up at him, now, wishing he would kiss her, and he did.
A frisson of electricity passed through her and her body fell limp
against his.

That’s it baby. Papa’s home, he said and he slid his hand down her
back beneath her cutaway jeans and started circling and teasing her
budding aureole and then plunged in. She gasped. Her eyes glazed over.

He threw her onto the bed spread eagle, face down, and pinned her
there with the might of his arms and knees.

Tell me what you want me to do.

I want you to fuck me.

Tell me where.

In my pussy.

Where?

Up my pussy.

He circled her wrists with his fists and pulled her arms back. She
felt as if her shoulder blades were cracking.

Where?

Up my pussy, she repeated beginning to whimper.

He pulled her arms more.

She began to sob.

Where do you want me to fuck you, bitch.

In my pussy, she cried.

Where?

The pain was becoming excruciating.

Up my ass.

Again.

Up my ass.

Ask for it, cunt.

Please fuck me up the ass.

Beg.

The pain was intense.

Please Jake.

Please what?

Please fuck me?

Where?

Please fuck my ass. Oh, please fuck my ass. Fuck my ass.

His cock was like a dagger poking at her now, and his breathing was
wet with spittle on her neck as he tore into her flesh with his teeth.

Tell me why.

Because I’m a shitty, worthless little bitch and need to get fucked up the ass.

He ploughed into her. She screamed until the pain crashed like
lightening, and then everything caught and turned upside down as in an
inverting mirror and the pain turned to an ecstasy of pleasure she had
forgotten, and she screamed as he stabbed her repeatedly, fucking her
ass and digging his fingers into her arm pits and grabbing her breasts
in fistfuls and scratching her nipples with his calloused finger tips
until he collapsed on top of her and she almost couldn’t breathe.

You’re gonna feel that all day tomorrow, he crowed, and you’re gonna
know for sure whose bitch you are.

I’m your bitch Jake, she said, mindless with adoration.

Damn straight you are, he said lifting his body off hers and swatting her ass.

She rolled over.

Get the hell outa that bed bitch and into the bathtub.

She obeyed instantly. He followed her, and when she was stretched out
in the empty tub, he took hold of his still half tumescent cock, and
standing above her pissed a long hard golden stream of piss all over
her.

She quivered.

You like that, don’t you?

Yes, Jake.

Now wash yourself, for chrissake. You smell like a goddam street
bitch, a fucking fire plug where every dog can go to piss, he said
getting into his jockeys.

And don’t wake me when you get in bed. Or better still, maybe you
better sleep on the floor tonight.

In the moments before she fell asleep, Cally promised herself things
would be different. She was going to do a better job at everything.

She got up early the next morning, losing her balance when she tried
to get out of bed only to find she was already on the floor. She
prepared the coffee, poured him a glass of juice, cut the English
muffins with a fork and had them ready by the toaster, poured out some
Chocolate Puffs into a bowl and some milk into a pitcher – he didn’t
like it when the container was on the table — and started a new jar
of Marshmallow Fluff.

She set a dish of milk under the sink. She looked around the kitchen.
The kitten was huddled in between a cabinet and the side of the
refrigerator.

C’mon, she whispered, squatting in front of it.

But it wouldn’t move and she managed to take hold of it and carry it
over to the dish of milk.

She had time so she lingered in the bathroom after her shower. She
examined herself in the mirror. While never considering herself
beautiful, she found that although she was barely twenty-four, she’d
really lost whatever allure she used to have. She had put on weight,
her hair was shapeless and without buoyancy, and she had become
careless about her body hair as well and her skin was all bristly. Her
panties, large white cotton things had holes in them so her pubic hair
stuck out in patches. Her bra had the dinginess of poorly washed
underwear.