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That's not good enough. She's only sorry she got caught and not because she genuinely feels it. Besides, she's being punished. Of course, she feels apologetic. "Not good enough, Tia."

I yank the toy out and turn off the electricity. Once I have the lube in my hand, I lube my fingers and shove two of them into her ass. She bellows, and I smirk. "Oh, so tight. Just like your cunt, huh? Well, we will work these out for you."

Moving my fingers in and out of her, I don't stop. Hell no. I pick up the pace, brutally shoving my fingers in her. Quickly, I pull them out and plunge the toy in all nine inches deep. She's screeching and begging me to stop, but it's too late for that. She consented to this type of punishment the moment she disobeyed.

Getting off the bed, I walk back to the cabinet and turn the electrical unit on steady so I don't have to hold the button from the control switch down. Picking up the clamps, I attach the chain to each one and bring them back over to the bed.

"Now that your ass is full, let's get you more comfortable." Her head thrashes on the pillow as I bend down and suck on her left nipple. Once it's a hard little bud, I clamp the clover clamp on. She whimpers as I repeat the process on her right nipple.

The chain is attached to six alligator clamps that I'm about to place upon her labia. "You really shouldn't test me, Tia."

Running my fingers along her pussy, I realize just how soaked she is. "Such a dirty whore for attention, aren't you?" I slap her pussy with my hand and attach three clamps to both sides of her pussy.

Her eyes plead with me not to do it. To make it all go away. "Please!" she shouts as I pull on the chain, putting pressure on the clamps. Just like she ignored my phone calls, I ignore her.

She's nuts. Coach is mother fucking crazy. I can't handle the electricity. I wail out for her to stop, but she doesn't. She continues on like she's deaf. I get it, though. I ignored her phone calls and made her worry. Mommy's making me pay for it now.

"Mommy," I whimper, in hopes she will turn her mad eyes toward me. When she does, I beg. "Please, Mommy, I'm sorry. I won't do this again. I'll be a good girl, I swear."

She laughs at me, and I hear the maniac sound. "Please, Mommy."

Still, she doesn't stop. No, she puts the gag back in my mouth and kisses my ear. "You’re begging is beautiful to hear, but I don't want to hear it right now."

When she gets up, she pulls the toy out of my ass and then pushes it right back in. I hate anal so much right now. Especially knowing that it's being done because I was a bad girl.

"I'm going to go upstairs and get some dinner. Even though you've been a brat, you can't starve. So, be a good girl and I might let you out of the clamps."

I'm grateful she doesn't turn off the light. The idea of being down here in the dark brings back unpleasant memories, and I gasp. I’m being pulled under by a flashback.

"Tia!" the old lady's voice screeches, and I hunker down in the bathtub, hoping she doesn't find me. I've only been here three days, and the beatings have started. Look, I know I'm a lot to handle, but I don't think I deserve to be beaten. That's what I told the social worker when the school reported her.

I had to explain that all I did was get some food from the cupboard. Instead of being on my side, she drove me straight back to this horrid house and made me apologize to the old lady.

The woman acted all kind and as if I was silly for calling the authorities on her while the social worker was there. As the door closed, the backhand came swiftly across my face.

"You ungrateful twat! How dare you call social services on me? I'm giving you shelter, food, and clothing. How can you be so ungrateful?"

I want to tell her that having to work from the time I get home from school until dinner time isn't caring for me. Or that I'm to eat on the floor with the dogs and most of the time the dogs overpower me and take my food. I don't tell her that, though. It would be unwise.

Instead, I ran from her. I'm not able to fit in the closet. Oh God, she tried that the other night and almost broke my neck trying to shove me in. When that didn't work, she made me stand in the corner of the laundry room with the dogs watching over me.

I hate being here so badly, I want someone to love me enough to come get me. That's a pipe dream. I know it's not going to happen.

"When I get to you, you are going to wish you hadn't ran from me." Her voice is old and crusty. She shouldn't still be smoking, but she does. It causes me to wheeze at night, but she doesn't care. Nor does social services.

Trembling as the light comes on in the bathroom, I try to remain quiet. It doesn't work. Her cane comes through the shower curtain and hits me. "Such an ungrateful child. Well, I'll beat it out of you. You'll learn one way or another."

"Tia?" Someone is shaking me, but I'm stuck in the limbo of my nightmare memories and reality.

"Tia, sweetheart, come back."

I blink as I focus on the voice. It's Mommy. She came back. I take a deep breath and look at her. "Where did you go, Tia?"

Coach moves the gag out of my mouth and strokes my face. "Princess," I whimper. God, I'm so weak. The need to be her princess right now is overwhelming. I'm crying so hard, I can't catch my breath.

"Princess, where did you go?"

My hands and arms shake so much, I feel rattled. "A bad memory," I whisper. I'm ashamed that I'm not over my past. It's weak to dwellback there where nothing can be changed.

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