The Spoils of War

"Oh, you want the food? Little doggy wants some food? Well, why don't you have some?"
Upon closer inspection, the food was indeed edible – it was what was on the food that was of more concern. Somehow, the food was covered in strings of sperm – not necessarily Arthur's, even. He pushed the food towards Melody, smirking as he did so, waiting to see just how desperate she was for food. "What's wrong? Is there something on the food? A fly in your soup? Well, too bad. You eat this, or you get nothing. Be grateful I'm even giving you food, bitch."
 
Wincing at his harsh words she looked at the cum-covered food. Her stomach grumbled loudly as she looked at it. She was starving. She had remembered he said early cum had protein. She swallowed hard before leaning up and carefully taking a piece into her mouth. She tried to focus on something other than the taste. It wasn't as bad as she thought it would be. Reaching over again she took two pieces. Soon enough all the food was gone and she even licked the metal bowl clean. Leaning back she raised her head to look at Arthur.
 
Tugging on her leash, Arthur began to move off, not bothering to clean the cum off of Melody's body. He wasn't even going to bother cleaning her, yet – not until the smell of it was so far soaked into her, that no amount of soap would ever wash it out. If she was going to be a slave to him, she was going to smell like one. It was all he thought she was good for, and it was all he was ever going to see she was good for. He wasn't going to insert the tail plug just yet – he had to wait for her gaping arse hole to recover. It had been taking quite some punishment recently, so it would naturally get looser. He'd heard of treatment for it, but that would have to wait for later. There was one hole on Melody that was quite neglected.

Arthur pulled her out into the outside world, not bothering to check whether she was following, or just being dragged along. Either way, she was covered in the sticky white remains of the previous night's – and that morning's - activities. Her face, her rear, her back, there was even someone her breasts. This attracted a great many stares as the pair passed by, though nobody seemed to even care about Melody's welfare. She was to be humiliated, and Arthur loved every minute of it. On more than one occasion, someone even made a wolf whistle at her, or chanted demeaning things at her.
 
He attached the leash and began dragging her down off of the stage. She quickly began walking beside him. She keep her eyes to the ground and followed behind him obidently. It took them quite a while to get to the winner's house. When they arrived he locked her up in the cell. She sat on the cold stone floor shaking. She felt disgusting. She began to weap again. She wanted to go home and be with her father. Pulling her knees up to her chest she rested her head on her knees. Crying quietly she ignored the stench that poured from her shaking form.
 
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