Jolting awake at the sound of a snap, Fabi jerked upright, blinking blearily. For a moment she was disoriented, confused, unsure of what was happening. Then, just like the clicking fingers that had roused her, everything clicked into place.

James had been pretending to hypnotise her. And she was pretending it had worked.

After all, the idea that it actually had worked was ridiculous. Sure, the little pen torch he got out was kinda fascinating, but only because he held it right up to her eyes and kept switching it on and off, the light bright enough to attract her attention but not so bright it blinded her. He’d interrupted her mid-sentence, giving no warning, so for a long moment she had no idea what he was even doing. Then, when he started talking to her in a low voice, encouraging her to relax and listen and keep staring at the flashing light, she twigged what he was trying to do.

It was ridiculous, really. Even if hypnosis were real, and she was positive it wasn’t, he didn’t exactly seem like an expert. All those clichéd phrases he was using - relax and listen. Follow and obey. Feeling so good. Sinking so deep. Lost in a trance. Helplessly hypnotised. The deeper you go, the better you feel. Can’t resist. Must obey. Under my power. Under my control. Your free will is gone. You are my slave. I am your Master. You must obey...

Come on. Was that really supposed to work?!

Well, obviously not. James wasn’t actually trying to hypnotise her. He knew as well as she did that hypnosis wasn’t real. It was a prank. Another of his classic jokes, and she was supposed to play along, and act as if it was all real. Pretend she actually was falling under his mesmerising spell. He’d gone to the effort of planning this prank - the least she could do was go along with it and let it play out as he’d intended. To not play along would be the height of rudeness.

She’d made that mistake last time he’d played a joke on her. He sat her down on the sofa, his face all sincere and earnest, and told her very seriously that he wanted to be more than friends with her - that he was incredibly attracted to her, and he was sure she felt the same way. But Fabiola patently didn’t feel the same way. From her perspective, their relationship was entirely platonic - if anything, she saw James as a brother figure. The idea of dating him was so absurd, she’d burst out laughing.

She cringed at the memory now. Terrible prank etiquette. His reaction, getting a hurt expression on his face and storming out of the room, might even have been sincere. Although asking her out hadn’t been genuine, he could very well have been offended that she wasn’t playing along. She should have. She should’ve given him a heartfelt declaration of her own ‘feelings’, and made out with him right there on the couch. If she were James, she’d have been pissed too. He had assured her later that they were OK, though - and since they were hanging out again today, she guessed they were. Particularly if he was pulling another prank on her, pretending to put her into a deep hypnotic trance so he could drain away her willpower and make her his slave. As soon as she realised the joke, she seized the chance to redeem herself and play the part of his spellbound subject, slipping into sleep at the sound of his words.

Honestly, though, she felt like she actually had dozed off for a moment. James’ voice had proven unexpectedly pleasant to listen to, lulling her into such a relaxed state, she might actually have fallen asleep while sitting up on his sofa, faking entrancement, her eyes shut and her head lolling into her chest. Yeah, in fact, she must have nodded off, if only for a few seconds. There was even a trickle of drool coming out of the corner of her mouth, which she wiped away with the back of her hand as she straightened up again.

Actually, she had to retract her earlier opinion. If hypnosis were a real thing, he could be pretty great at it.

He was sitting on the other end of the couch, watching her with a twisted, savage smirk and narrowed, beady eyes. Just with his body language and facial expression, he was totally embodying the role of a sinister mesmerist who’d captured an unsuspecting victim, and was preparing to play with her mind in all kinds of evil ways.

Well, if James was in character, Fabi knew she should be too. Adopting her most attentive pose, her back straight and her hands folded in her lap, she gave him a dreamy smile and said in her sleepiest monotone, “I am your slave, Master. I will obey.”

His wicked grin widened, as if he genuinely believed her performance. “Excellent. Stand up, and take your clothes off.” He punctuated his words with another snap of his fingers.

Of course his first ‘command’ was for her to get naked. Typical guy. Fabi would’ve rolled her eyes, but that would’ve broken character.

Instead, she played along, as she knew she should, saying, “Yes Master, I will obey,” in the same breathlessly submissive voice. Getting to her feet, she unbuttoned her white sweater and laid it on the couch. Then she pulled her light blue jeans down to her ankles and kicked them off. Next came her khaki top, and finally she unhooked her black bra and peeled off her matching panties.

She began to pile up her discarded clothes on the couch, but James interrupted her with another order. “Pose for inspection. Feet shoulder-width apart, back straight, hands behind your head, staring forwards.”

Inspection...? Nonplussed, Fabi nonetheless adopted the pose he’d described. “Yes Master, I will obey.”

“And now, keep still, and shut up, until I say otherwise,” he said, getting up from the couch as well.

“Yes, Master, I will obey,” she replied, managing to contain a giggle, tickled by the slightly harsh order. ‘Shut up’? Wow, ‘Master’ was kinda mean!

As she held her position, her friend circled around her, scrutinising her naked body with an unashamedly lecherous stare. Fabiola had never felt quite so exposed and vulnerable as she had in that moment, standing still and silent like a nude sculpture, while her closest guy friend ogled every inch of her. If this were happening under any other circumstances, she’d feel crushingly humiliated, and horrendously violated.

Luckily it was just a prank, so she didn’t mind at all. And she was acting as if she minded even less, like she even enjoyed it, because she was supposed to be a hopelessly hypnotised slavegirl devoted to her Master’s whims.

So she smiled widely as he began to feel her up - running his palm across her bare torso, groping her modest tits and pinching her nipples, squeezing and slapping her ass. Then he stood close behind her and reached between her legs, rubbing with vigour and enthusiasm, if not skill.

Fabi was fast discovering she was actually a pretty good actress. A brainwashed slave would be really turned on by her Master possessively playing with her pussy, she was sure, so she had to appear to be. Figuring that the command to ‘shut up’ probably didn’t apply to erotic noises, she began to softly gasp and moan in response to his touch. Even her pussy played along, getting nice and wet beneath his intrusive fingers, soon growing slick enough for them to slip inside. Keeping up the act, Fabi rolled her hips and rubbed her buttocks against James’ crotch, humping his thrusting fingers with increasing desperation, behaving as though she was close to the edge.

Before she could work out whether she was going to have to fake an orgasm, he pulled his hand away, and then reached up and stuck his fingers in her mouth, cleaning them on her tongue. She let him do so without complaint. It was hardly the first time she’d tasted herself, although it was her first time being forcefed herself by somebody else.

Drying his hand on her silky brunette hair, James stepped in front of her and studied her admiringly. “I can’t tell you how long I’ve been waiting to do this,” he said with a nasty grin. “Ever since I snuck a camera into my hot cousin Madelyn’s bedroom, and watched her hypnotise her girlfriend... I’ve studied that footage for months, learning how to do it myself, so I could get a mind-controlled fucktoy just like she did.”

Fabi stayed still and silent in her inspection pose, gazing at him demurely, giving every appearance of being unbothered by his objectively horrifying anecdote. She knew nothing he was saying was true - he would never do anything that despicable. He was just fleshing out the prank, expanding the scenario’s backstory. She was pretty impressed by his worldbuilding skills, in all honesty.

James reached for Fabi’s face again, removing the one item of ‘clothing’ she still wore - her glasses, which he folded up and set down on his coffee table. Without them, she could only see clearly for about a foot in front of her. Her blurred vision made her feel even more vulnerable. She knew he’d return her glasses later, though, once the prank was finished.

“What are you?” he asked.

“I am your slave, Master,” she said meekly. “I will obey.”

“And what’s your name?”

She tried not to look as confused as the question made her feel. “My name is Fabiola, Master.”

“Forget your name,” he said, snapping his fingers again.

“Yes Master, I will obey.”

“What’s your name?”

She made a show of being taken aback by her inability to remember. Her lips parted, she blinked and frowned slightly, and she stuttered, “I - I don’t know, Master.” Of course, she did know. She remembered her name, Fabiola - Fabi for short - perfectly well. But she had to play along. She had to pretend she’d forgotten her name, and be completely convincing.

“Your name is ‘Trash’,” he told her. Keeping her incredulity contained with an impressive amount of willpower, she nodded obediently, keeping her expression soft and submissive. “Tell me your name.”

“My name is Trash, Master.”

“Introduce yourself to me like we’re strangers.”

She beamed at him. “Hi, I’m Trash! Nice to meet you.”

Smirking sadistically, he stepped closer and gave her left tit a hard slap from below, making her squeak with surprise. “That’s right. You’re Trash. You’re total trash for rejecting me, for laughing in my face. That was a trash move, from a trash person, so from now on, your name is Trash.”

Ohhhhh, he’s tying it in with the last prank! Fabi thought. I like that. He’s put so much thought into all of this!

“What’s your name, and what are you?”

“My name is Trash. I am your slave, Master. I will obey.”

“Perfect.” James rubbed his hands together, grinning gleefully. “Now, slave, let’s have some fun.”

The newly-rechristened Trash couldn’t wait to see where he’d take this elaborate prank next.

***

It turned out James had plenty of ideas - he really must have been planning this evening for months, like he said. He’d thought through so many ways to demonstrate his newfound ‘power’ over Fabiola, with only one real common theme: they were unspeakably demeaning. The sort of things that’d outrage her in real life.

Thankfully, it was all just a harmless prank.

They began with an impromptu photoshoot, James pulling out his phone and circling around Fabi to capture shots of her body from every angle. She’d never had anyone take nudes of her before - she’d never even taken any herself - but she didn’t feel nervous about it. She knew he’d delete the photos once the evening, and the silly scenario, ended. (It occurred to her, lying in that car boot weeks later, that she’d never checked he had deleted them. But she was sure he had. She trusted him completely.)

Staying in the inspection position to start off, she was soon freed up to pose for the photos as she pleased, his only instruction being to ‘make it sexy’. She did her best, flaunting her bare tits and ass as she gave the camera provocative stares, seductive smiles, and cheeky winks and grins. He seemed satisfied with her efforts, happily snapping away.

Before long, though, her new ‘Master’ started to give her more specific directions. He had her turn away and bend over, peering back over her shoulder at the camera as he took shot after shot of her perky butt, her tender pussy peeking out between her legs. He had her perch on the couch and raise her legs as high as she could, hooking her arms around them to hold them in place, her hands reaching down towards her exposed cunt, a plaintive expression on her face. Finally, he had her kneel on the floor facing the couch, her legs wide apart and her palms planted on the carpet before her, her head angled upwards, her eyes crossed, her mouth wide open, her tongue hanging down her chin.

It was transparently clear that this was designed to segue neatly into the next part of his plan. Fetching her glasses from the table, he slid them back onto her face. Though she was perplexed by why he’d done this (especially since she had a sneaking suspicion she knew what was about to happen) Fabi knew better than to show it. Something told her that good slaves never questioned their Master’s actions. They just obeyed. They didn’t need to know why.

Taking a seat on the couch in front of her, James unceremoniously pulled his shorts down to his ankles. Her eyes uncrossing momentarily to get a better look, Fabi’s eyebrows rose slightly at the sight of his cock. She had to admit, it was a little bigger than she’d expected. It wasn’t as if she’d ever thought about her friend’s dick in the past, but she supposed she’d naturally assumed, on some level, that it’d be below average. If anything, it was slightly above.

Though she held her pose, knelt with her mouth agape, Fabi tensed slightly. She’d expected the prank to get increasingly sexual - she’d be stupid not to. It was inevitable if he was making her into his naked slavegirl. Besides, he’d already fingered her some.

But things had abruptly moved up a level from that, and she wasn’t sure if she was prepared. She’d do her best, of course, because she had to play along, but she couldn’t help feeling nervous. It was pretty clear James was about to have her perform oral sex on him. Fabiola had never given head before, and she was concerned that her lack of experience might undermine her performance as the perfect slavegirl.

As it turned out, she needn’t have worried - she didn’t actually have to do all that much. Grabbing her by the hair, James yanked her forwards until her open mouth slotted onto his cock, and he proceeded to rapidly tug her head up and down his length. All Fabi really had to do was go limp and take the fervent facefucking, letting her friend use her throat as his fleshlight without any resistance.

Given how rough he was being, she half-expected him to hurt her, or at the very least trigger her gag reflex. But it seemed that the more she relaxed into it, the more tolerable it was. It was so much easier if she just thought of herself as a rag doll.

A cum-rag doll, she thought, and gurgled a little around her so-called Master’s shaft as a laugh bubbled up in her throat.

The only difficulty was that her glasses kept almost falling off her face, shaken free by the vigorous motion of her head. She couldn’t do anything about that if she was a cum-rag doll. Fortunately James noticed and pressed his thumb against one of the lenses, pressing it to her left eye. Though this was quite uncomfortable, forcing her to close her eye to protect it from the hard layer of glass against it, and she was mildly bothered about the smudges the lens must be sustaining, she still found it preferable to her spectacles tumbling onto the floor, and possibly getting trodden on and broken.

Besides, she didn’t need to put up with the discomfort for too long. With an ecstatic groan, James started to spurt thick ropes of cum onto her tongue. She’d barely started to dutifully gulp it down when he pulled out and sprayed the rest across her face, coating the area around her mouth, her cheeks, her nose, and both lenses of her glasses (which made her concerns about his thumbprint marks seem silly in hindsight). He rose partway out of his chair and eked out the last few drops onto the top of her head, from where they began to trickle through her hair and down her forehead.

Fabi resisted the urge to lick her lips, or to try to wipe her face or clean her glasses. If her ‘Master’ wanted his spunk there, there must be a reason. She needed to play along and leave it where it was. A droplet rolled over her eyebrow and dripped past her eye, splashing onto the patch of skin just below.

Releasing his hold on her, James fetched her discarded panties from the floor nearby, and then sat back in his seat and used them to towel off his cock, smiling lazily down at her. She beamed back at him, remaining on her knees but assuming she could move her mouth freely now that he was done using it.

“You look perfect like that,” he told her. “A perfect, trashy little whore. This is all you’re good for. You’re just a worthless cum bucket. What are you?”

“I’m just a worthless cum bucket, Master.” It was all she could do not to dissolve into giggles as she said that, but she kept her composure.

“Hell yeah, you are.” Through the white splatter on her glasses, Fabi could still clearly see the savage smirk on his face. Gee, he was really good at playing the sadist. Never mind her acting skills, he was exceptional.

Reaching down, he removed her glasses again, wiping them on her shoulder - which didn’t accomplish much, other than spreading the mess and smearing the lenses even more - before setting them back on the table. Then he wadded up her panties and stuffed them in her mouth, telling her to keep them there. She obediently sealed her lips, tasting his cum on her underwear as they sat on her tongue.

Giving her a quick, hard flick on the tit, he stood up, pulled up his shorts and walked away, only to return a few moments later and order Fabi to her feet. He was holding her purse upside down in one hand, emptying it into the other. Notes and coins tumbled into his palm, and he stuffed them in his pocket. All except one quarter, which he brandished before her.

“You’re gonna play a little game, Trash,” he told her, as he grabbed her by the throat and yanking her across the room, his grip tight enough to make her cough around her panties. “Using only your nose, you’re gonna hold this quarter against the wall. I want you to count the number of times you drop it. If it’s less than - tell ya what, I’ll be nice - if it’s ten or less, you get to keep it. Least I can offer, since I’m keeping the rest.”

Reaching the very corner of the room, he pressed the coin onto the wallpaper, high enough that Fabi had to tiptoe to reach it with her nose. He stepped away as she pressed hard against the coin, squishing her nose out of shape, clasping her hands behind her back to keep herself from cheating.

After dealing her a sharp slap on the ass, James ambled away, commenting that he was starving. A minute later, she heard clattering sounds coming from his kitchen, which was immediately adjacent to his living room, as he began to prepare his dinner.

She didn’t know how long he left her alone - she didn’t have the concentration to spare in order to measure the passage of time. Not in minutes, anyway. She could measure it by the number of times she dropped the quarter. It was way more than ten in the end, the challenge proving much more difficult than than she’d anticipated. It didn’t help that her nose was still slippery with cum, which refused to dry so long as she kept smushing it against the shiny little disc.

Having to stand on tiptoes the whole time was another issue - it’d be easier if she could plant her soles in the carpet, so she didn’t have to worry about keeping her balance. But every time she had to pick the coin up again, she always set it back to the same height. ‘Master’ had put it there in the first place, so it would’ve felt like cheating to place it any lower. Her feet started to ache more and more as time went on. Moving her hands from her lower back, she placed them behind her head instead, hoping that pushing on the other side of her head a little would help keep the coin in place. She couldn’t tell if it made a difference or not.

In the meantime, James cooked and ate, positioning himself at his dining table so that he could see through the open kitchen doorway and across the living room to the corner where Fabiola stood. She was sure he was enjoying the sight of his naked ‘slave’ trying and failing to hold the coin against the wall, her buttocks jiggling with every shift in her stance, as he ate his dinner. She had been reduced to his dinner entertainment, humiliating herself with this stupid game while he sat and watched.

It occurred to her once again that she’d absolutely fucking hate this if she’d really become his slave. She was so glad it was all just play - just a convoluted joke they were pulling together. They’d laugh about it so much later.

Finally, once he’d finished his meal, James liberated Fabi from her struggle. Turning to face him, she pouted ruefully, feeling the dried semen on her cheeks crackle as her facial muscles moved. He fished the panties out of her mouth so she could speak.

“I dropped it twenty-seven times, Master,” she admitted, holding out the quarter for him to take.

“Hard luck, dumbass,” he snickered, taking the coin from her. He had her stick her tongue out so he could use it to clean the cum off the coin, and then slipped it into the same pocket that held the rest of her cash. (Now that she thought about it, he still hadn’t paid her back. But she was sure he would at some point.)

He slapped her around a little, her head whipping from side to side with each stinging impact on her cheek. He took hold of her nipple piercings and twisted them viciously, making her gasp and hop from one aching foot to another. He flicked her clit, eliciting high-pitched squeaks from her. As much as she wanted to stand still and take his abuse like the perfect slavegirl she was pretending to be, she couldn’t help backing away from him - although she couldn’t get far, merely nestling herself into the corner, trapped and vulnerable to the cruelty of her cackling ‘Master’.

“Oww,” she whimpered involuntarily after another harsh tap on her sensitive nub.

James glared at her. “What was that?”

“N-no nothing, M-Master,” Fabi stammered frantically, her eyes wide with horror, more mortified than she’d been at any other time that evening. She couldn’t believe she’d let the act slip, even if it was only for a moment. She’d been doing so well!

He stared at her, his face as hard as granite, as she squirmed in the corner, gazing back at him plaintively. But his expression slowly started softening from contemptuous to contemplative. “Maybe I’m being unreasonable,” he mused, “expecting you not to complain at all. You’re only human. You can’t always control your reactions.”

She exhaled heavily with relief. He wasn’t mad at her! She hadn’t ruined the prank! Thank fuck for that. He’d put so much work into it - as had she, by now - that she’d be furious with herself if it’d ended there, because of one dumb mistake she’d made.

“But I don’t wanna hear that shit,” he said firmly. “Gag yourself again.”

“Yes Master, I will obey,” she said fervently. Darting past him, she quickly stooped down, grabbed her panties from the carpet, and shoved them back in her mouth, before spinning back around to face him.

“That’s better,” he nodded. “Now get down on your hands and knees by the couch. You’re gonna be my footstool.”

Crossing the room, she obligingly got onto all fours and froze in place, her head bowed, her eyes on the floor. Footstools didn’t move or speak, she reasoned, so she had to keep as still and as silent as humanly possible, while her ‘Master’ sat down on the sofa, switched on the television, and propped up his feet on her bare back.

Fabi lost track of time again as she held that position, her mind drifting as she immersed herself in the simple, yet all-consuming task of being an immobile item of furniture, breathing slowly and deeply, sucking her panties absently. After a while, it started to feel like she’d been there forever - like there’d been no Fabi, only a footstool. The patch of dark blue carpet she was staring down at felt more familiar now than her own mother’s face. James’ heels felt embedded, sinking into her back, carving comfortable notches to rest in. She’d turned from flesh and bone to wood and cushion, a finely-crafted piece of furniture for a man to rest his aching feet on, never wavering as it served the sole purpose it was made for.

The only thing that broke the illusion was the occasional gurgle from her stomach, as Fabi started to grow hungry. She hadn’t eaten anything but cum that evening, and most of that had gone on her face. She really hoped the prank was nearing an end, or at the very least an interval, so she could grab some dinner.

James didn’t seem in a rush to wrap things up, though. He could surely hear her rumbling belly, but he continued to recline on his couch and watch... well, she couldn’t see what he was watching, but she could guess from the loud moaning and the wet noises. As time went on, she felt his heels rolling against her back more and more, pressing down harder, forcing her to tense up to hold her position. Eventually he moved one of them to rest on her head instead, spreading his legs wide, burying his heel in her dark mane of hair. She could hear him grunting almost as loudly as the women on the TV.

Then, all of a sudden, he switched off the porn and got up from the sofa, moving behind Fabi and kneeling down. Evidently, she thought wryly, he’d remembered that he didn’t need to jerk off to footage of naked women being fucked - he had a naked woman right in front of him, who was perfectly prepared to let him fuck her in the interests of sustaining their charade.

“Spit out the panties, dumbass,” he told her, as he shuffled up close behind her and grabbed her by the hips. “I wanna hear you. I wanna hear you braying like the dumb ass you are, literally. Understand?”

“Yes Master, I will obey,” Fabi replied, as soon as she’d dropped her soaking underwear onto the patch of carpet with which she’d become so well-acquainted.

Then, as her ‘Master’ lunged forwards and speared her without warning, she let out a loud, guttural, “Hee-haw!” She heard him laugh, and felt a pulse of satisfaction separate from the pleasure of sex. She clearly had understood.

As her entirely platonic friend - whom she’d recently laughed at for jokingly suggesting they dated - possessively ploughed into her, Fabiola threw herself into her performance, gasping, whimpering, and hollering raucous donkey noises, trying to time them so the ‘haw’ blared out at the apex of his thrust. Her body was acting almost as well as she was, giving every impression of loving being fucked from behind. Her nipples were rock hard, her clit was throbbing, and her cunt was so slick and slippery, James’ dick was like a knife through butter.

Wow, she marvelled inwardly. I’m such a good actor, I’m even fooling my own body. Way things are going, I might even con myself into having a genuine orgasm.

As James sped up, his hands found their way across her cum-encrusted face, his fingers hooking around the corners of her mouth, seizing hold tightly and forcing her jaw wide open. He fucked her faster and harder by the moment, not holding back at all now as he used her mouth as a handhold, pulling her head back painfully, clinging on for dear life as he impaled her relentlessly. It made it virtually impossible to keep making donkey noises - all she could really do in this position was gurgle and groan. Flakes of dried spunk broke loose from her skin and fluttered down to the carpet below.

Fabi felt so utterly helpless. Even if she abruptly decided to stop playing along and end the prank, pinned as she was between his vice-like grip on her jaw and his piledriving prick in her pussy, she didn’t think she could get free of him.

For some reason, that was the thought she found herself cumming to.

He could’ve been fucking her for an hour, or five minutes - Fabi lost herself in the act so deeply, she honestly couldn’t tell. But at last, and yet all too soon, she felt a warm spurt inside her - and then, just as he had when he’d fucked her face, James quickly pulled out, and lifted himself up to fire his jizz onto her lower back. Then he released her mouth, and she let her head loll downwards again, gasping softly from the exertion, deeply contented with the job she’d done. She’d played along perfectly, if she said so herself.

James smacked her ass. “Up you get, Trash, and come with me.”

“Yes Master, I will obey,” Fabi sighed, slowly clambering to her feet, swaying a little from the slight vertigo of being upright after so long on all fours. She wanted to be quicker to carry out his commands, but she was simply too tired and hungry.

She followed him through the open doorway, leaving a trail of cum drops along the living room carpet and the tiled kitchen floor. Crossing to a cupboard, he took out a black trash bag, unfurling it and shaking it open. He let it flutter to the floor in the corner, next to the two tall pedal pins against the wall.

Turning to Fabi, he gestured to the empty bag and said, “Get in, and sit down.”

Though taken aback by the order, she still chanted, “Yes Master, I will obey,” and trotted over to step into the plastic sack. She dropped to the floor, squirming slightly as the crinkly material tickled her butt, and pressed her knees to her chest, wrapping her arms around her legs.

James gathered up the filmy material of the bag around her, until it engulfed her up to her neck, against which he pressed its scrunched-up edges. “I’m done with you for the night,” he told her, his eyes fixed on hers, that cruel smirk on his face again. “So I’m doing exactly what you do with trash. I’m throwing you away.”

Fabi swallowed, gazing up at him in trepidation.

“You’re gonna sit there and stay quiet, all night long. D’you understand?”

“Yes Master, I will obey.”

“Good. Oh, but I’m not totally heartless.” Leaving her sitting in the corner with the trash bag wrapped around her, he marched over to another cupboard and got out a protein bar. “Here, you can have this. Don’t want you to starve to death.”

He tossed it at her, hitting her in the face just under her right eye. “Nnk - thank you, Master.” Reaching her arm out of the bag (guessing she was allowed to do so just for this), she grabbed the bar and then drew her arm back inside.

Approaching her again, James planted his foot against Fabi through the thin plastic and pushed her as far into the corner as she would go, pressing her back against the wall. “OK. This was fun,” he snickered, as he knelt down in front of her and grabbed the hem of the bag again. “I’m going to bed. See you in the morning, dumbass.”

“Goodnight, Master,” Fabi replied meekly, as he pulled the bag all the way up and tied it loosely, leaving the knot rest on top of her head.

As soon as she heard his footsteps fade away, she burst into giggles, clapping a hand over her mouth to stifle them. That had been so fucking funny! James had done such an excellent job as the scary mind-controlling sadist, being so brutally, remorselessly demanding with her. It was so out of character for him. And she really admired his ingenuity - some of the stuff he’d come up with had been so clever, and so silly. The game with the quarter, having her make donkey noises while he fucked her, calling her Trash and then literally throwing her in the trash... Even the little touches, like making her wear her glasses just so he could spunk all over them. His imagination was fascinating, and his ideas were hysterical.

And, if Fabi was honest, she’d had a lot of fun playing the powerless, submissive slavegirl. It was weirdly freeing to let James take the lead, and just go with the flow and do whatever she was told. And it was even more weirdly hilarious to allow him to treat her like a piece of meat, his punchbag, his sex toy, or else literal garbage. To let him say and do all kinds of degrading shit to her, call her a string of insulting names, and act as if she was nothing more than an object for him to use and abuse.

Wolfing down the protein bar, she let the wrapper fall to the bottom of the bag, where a pool of cum was growing beneath her, trickling out of her pussy and down from her ass. The rest had dried on her skin, covering her face, hair, back and buttocks with a flaky white crust.

Technically, there was nothing stopping her from dusting it off. There was nothing keeping her from climbing out of the bag, getting dressed, and going home. But James hadn’t told her they were done yet. If anything, the way he’d left her here inferred that the prank was still going on. If he expected to find her still in the trash bag in the corner tomorrow morning, and she wasn’t, that would be terrible. She’d have ruined everything at the last minute. She couldn’t risk that.

So she played along, and stayed right there, all night long, her naked body wrapped up in a refuse sack, nestled in the corner between the wall and the trash cans. Her only company the discarded protein bar wrapper, and the puddle of jizz that had dribbled off her own body. Her vision blurred without her glasses - not that she could see anything but pitch darkness inside the trash bag anyway. Her tongue still tasting cum, the flavour never quite fading. Her shoulders aching from hours on all fours, her back aching from where James’ heel had dug into it, her jaw and neck aching from being pulled back by his strong hands. Her stomach still rumbling reproachfully, far from satisfied by the meagre meal.

Her cunt throbbing, presumably with lingering pleasure from being pounded so recently. There couldn’t be another explanation, of course. It wasn’t as if being dehumanised like this was turning her on. Fabi’d had fun that night, and she’d climaxed when James was forcefully fucking her from behind, but she didn’t really get off on being treated like trash.

It was just a prank. And she was very good at playing along.

***

In the morning, James woke Fabi up with a firm flick to her forehead - one last act of cruelty before he told her the prank was over. Laughing delightedly, she shook herself free of the trash bag and went to fetch her crumpled clothes, even as she profusely congratulated him on the incredible night they’d just had, telling him in no uncertain times what fun she’d had. In fact, she remarked - before heading home for a shower, something substantial to eat, and a proper sleep in her own bed - it had made her look forward to his next prank all the more.

“Can’t wait to see what you come up with, Master,” she teased, playfully sticking out her tongue at him as she stepped outside, fully dressed once more.

He gave her that same sinister smile he’d used so much the previous evening. “Oh, I assure you, Trash, you won’t be disappointed,” he chuckled, as he closed the door.