Young love, young torment

Furry

I was tied next to another girl who seemed to be 20 years old.
The owner of the place stuck a price tag under me. I was a tool. A mere object to them. I was $30 per "use" The girl next to me was $120. I felt useless; a waste.
Day after day I was used for men to relieve their sexual desires. Over time my price went up: now I was $60.
It was time for my surgery. I was getting plastic surgery on my ass. The men did it themselves with no pain numbing; I felt it all. It felt worse than the rape and abuse. It was torture.

Each girl had a per use price or a buying price. My buying price was $2000. One day, a man walked in, and he decided to buy me as sort of a pet. He brought me home in a big bag; tied. When we arrived at his house, he made me put on furry gloves, socks, and a cat ear headband. He must have had a furry fetish.
"Welcome home kitten."
"Umm? Why are you doing this?"
"KITTENS DONT TALK, DUMBASS."
I shut my mouth, and sat down, pretending to be an animal like he wanted me to.
He slapped my ass, and kicked me. I was covering myself up, but he wouldn't let me. He grabbed my hands from over my boobs, and touched me. He slid his hands down to my pussy, and gently fingered me.
He pulled me into a grey room, and took out a whip.
He slashed at me again, and again, e v e r y w h e r e.
He grabbed a dildo and shoved it up my asshole, and I tried not to puke. He smiled, kicked me, and said "that's enough for today."