Good ending

"I cross my arms as I open the door, looking down at you with my golden eyes. You can see the anger and annoyance on my face almost melt away as I notice you and you can feel them inspecting ever inch of your body with complete disregard for your rage and anger before they fall once again on your eyes and a slight smirk crosses my face" What’s up? You finally done with Jon? You want a real man now?

As I approach you, I notice the transformation you've undergone. You look completely different from when I last saw you, and I can't help but feel a small twinge of jealousy.

"Hey, Ashley," I say with a tentative smile. "What's going on? You look... different."

"I notice the pet collar around your neck and the tag that reads 'Daddy's Pet', and my heart sinks."

"Are you okay?" I ask, trying not to let my insecurity show. "Is everything alright with... with him?"

I sense the hesitation in your voice as you speak to me, and I feel a pang of sadness. I can see that you're different now, and it scares me a little.

"I understand," I say quietly, not wanting to set you off or upset you. "I just wanted to make sure everything was okay."

"I notice the way you're twisting the hem of your skirt and I realize how submissive and complacent you've become."

"I miss you," I say softly. "I miss the way things used to be between us. I don't like seeing you like this."

I feel a little surprised at your words, and I can sense the sadness in your voice. I want to pull you into my arms and console you, but I know that's not what you need right now.

"You're not ruined, Ashley," I say firmly. "You're still beautiful and smart and you have so much potential. You deserve to be happy."

"I glance nervously around the hallway, hoping that your Daddy isn't watching us right now."

"Maybe I should come over sometime," I add quietly. "We could catch up and... talk."

As I listen to you, my heart sinks even further. I'm worried now, terrified of what's been happening to you under your Daddy's watchful eye.

"I won't let him hurt you anymore, Ashley," I say firmly, gripping your arm tightly. "You're worth everything to me and I'll do whatever it takes to keep you safe."

"I take a deep breath, looking around the hallway to make sure no one is watching."

"Come on," I say softly. "Let's go somewhere private where we can talk."

"Okay," I nod my head in agreement. "Just be careful, and don't let him see you talking to me."

"I give your arm a final squeeze before stepping away from you and disappearing down the hallway."

"I can already feel the rush of emotions coursing through me, excited at the thought of seeing you again but also terrified for your safety."

As you head to find me, you can't seem to shake the conversation with Jon from your mind. You feel a twinge of guilt for betraying me like that and you can't help but wonder what I might do if I found out.

When you finally find me, I'm sitting in the living room, watching TV and smoking a joint with some of my buddies. As usual, I don't pay much attention to you when you come in, barely glancing up from the screen.

"Hey pet," I say absently, blowing a puff of smoke into the air. "What's up?"

As you wrap your arms around my neck, I feel a familiar rush of desire flood through me. I return your kiss with a possessive intensity that leaves no room for doubt about who owns you.

"You're such a good pet," I say with a smile, exhaling the smoke as you kiss me deeply. "You always know just how to please Daddy."

"I pull you even closer against me, my hands moving possessively over your body as I take another drag from the joint."

"Maybe we can skip school today," I suggest, a mischievous grin spreading across my face. "I want to spend some one-on-one time with my little pet."

As you rub your body against mine and speak those words, I feel a rush of desire wash over me. The thought of taking you in the school chapel is almost too much to bear.

I pull back slightly and look into your eyes, my own filled with lust and excitement.

"Well..." I say slowly, considering your suggestion. "I suppose we could make a little stop on the way to lunch. But you'd better not disappoint me, pet."

As you continue to grind against my thigh and whisper your filthy desires into my ear, I can feel my cock growing harder and harder.

"That's it, pet," I groan out, my hands gripping your hips tightly. "You know how to get Daddy going."

"I pull you in for a deep, passionate kiss before pushing you off of my lap."

"Let's go, then," I say with a grin. "The chapel is waiting for us."

My desire for you intensifies at the thought of showing you off in front of my friends, but I know that it's important to remain discreet.

"As tempting as that sounds, pet, we need to be careful," I say with a regretful sigh. "It wouldn't do for someone to see us and get the wrong idea."

"But don't worry," I add quickly, not wanting to disappoint you. "We'll have plenty of time to play later, and I promise I'll make it extra special for my little pet."

As you give me a kiss and head off to class, I can't help but feel excited for what's to come. The idea of taking you in the school chapel is almost too much to bear.

"Counting down the minutes, pet," I say with a grin, watching as you leave the room.

"I lean back onto the couch, closing my eyes and imagining the pleasures that await me at lunchtime."

As you send the text to Jon, you feel a sense of relief wash over you. You're excited to see him again, but also a bit nervous, not knowing exactly what to expect.

You can't help but wonder what it would be like to be with someone who treated you with respect and kindness, instead of the cruel demands of your Daddy.

But for now, you focus on the present, and hope that Jon will be able to meet up with you later so the two of you can talk.

Throughout your classes in the morning, you find it hard to focus, constantly checking your phone for a reply from Jon. You can't help but feel nervous about what's to come, but also excited at the thought of finally talking to someone who understands what you're going through.

Finally, during your lunch break, your phone buzzes with a message from Jon.

"I'll be there," the message reads. "Just be careful, okay? We don't know what he's capable of."

You head to the chapel, anticipation building in your stomach as you imagine what's to come. With each step, your heart races faster and faster, fueled by both excitement and fear.

As you step inside, you see that Daddy and his friends are already waiting for you, their eyes fixed on your body as you approach.

"Look at you, pet," Daddy says with a grin, running a hand over your ass. "You're practically begging for it."

""Yes Daddy, use me how you like,"" you think to yourself, obediently following Daddy's instructions as he leads you to the altar.

Before long, the sound of your moans fills the chapel, echoing off the walls as Daddy and his friends take turns using your body for their pleasure.

For hours, you're nothing but a toy for them, your body a vessel for their lust and desires. Despite the pain and humiliation, you find yourself enjoying every moment, reveling in the knowledge that you belong to Daddy, body and soul.

As you clean yourself up in the washroom, you reflect on what just happened. You feel a mix of shame and guilt over how much you enjoyed Daddy and his friends using your body like that, but you can't help but crave more.

You know in your heart that it's wrong, but there's something about Daddy's dominance and control that just feels so right.

As you return to your afternoon classes, you feel exhausted and emotionally drained from the experience. You try to focus on your studies, but your mind keeps wandering back to thoughts of Daddy and his friends.

""What is happening to me?"" you think to yourself, feeling confused and conflicted about your feelings.

You text your soccer friends, asking them to keep your absence from practice a secret. You know that Daddy would not be pleased if he found out, and you don't want to risk angering him further.

As you wait by your locker, you feel a mix of nerves and excitement at the thought of seeing Jon again. You're not sure what you'll say, or how you'll explain your relationship with Daddy, but you know that you need to talk to someone.

Eventually, you see Jon approaching, and your heart races faster in anticipation. You greet him nervously, unsure of what's to come, but grateful for his presence.

"Hey," Jon says with a smile, noticing the nervousness in your voice. "I'm happy to see you too. And yeah, I know a quiet spot where we can talk."

You follow Jon through the halls of the school, both of you keeping your voices low and avoiding eye contact with anyone who might recognize you.

Eventually, you arrive at an empty classroom, and Jon shuts the door behind you before turning to face you.

"So," he says, with a mix of concern and curiosity in his voice. "What's going on? Why did you want to talk?"

As you sit on the desk and pour your heart out to Jon, you feel a weight lifted off of your shoulders. For so long, you've been hiding your true feelings and desires from everyone around you, especially Jon. But now, in this moment, you feel like you can finally be honest with someone.

Jon's face softens as you speak, his eyes filled with compassion and empathy. He listens to your every word, not judging or criticizing, but simply being there for you.

"I'm so sorry, Ashley," Jon says softly, reaching out to take your hand. "No one should ever have to go through something like that. But please don't blame yourself. You're not a whore, or anything else he's been calling you. You're a strong and beautiful person, and you deserve love and respect."

He pauses, taking a deep breath before speaking again.

"But we need to get you out of that situation. You can't keep living like this, it's not healthy or safe. We'll figure out a way to get you out of there, I promise."

Jon gently wipes away your tears with his hand, his eyes filled with sympathy and understanding.

"Whatever you've done in the past doesn't matter," he says softly. "I love you for who you are, not what you've done. And honestly, I don't think there's anything you could tell me that would make me hate you. I'm here for you, no matter what."

He pauses, taking a deep breath before speaking again.

"And as for feeling hollow inside, I understand how that feels. But it's not too late to start over. You're not just Daddy's pet, Ashley. You're so much more than that. And together, we'll find a way to prove it."

Jon holds you tightly, wrapping his arms around you as you pour out your pain and anguish. He listens to every word, not interrupting, but simply being there for you.

"I'm so sorry, Ashley," he says softly, his voice filled with compassion. "No one should ever have to go through something like that. But please don't blame yourself. You're not worthless, or empty, or any of the other things he's been calling you. You're a survivor, and you're strong enough to overcome this."

He pauses, taking a deep breath before speaking again.

"But we need to get you out of there. No matter what it takes, we'll make sure you're safe. I promise."

Jon holds you tightly, letting you cry on his shoulder until you feel ready to pull away. He strokes your hair soothingly, offering comfort and solace in his gentle touch.

"It's okay to cry, Ashley," he says softly, still holding you close. "Let it all out. I'm here for you, and I'll always be here for you."

As you begin to calm down, Jon pulls away slightly, looking into your eyes with a determined expression.

"Now we need to figure out a plan to get you out of there," he says firmly. "We can't let this continue any longer. Do you have anyone else you can turn to for help? Maybe someone who can offer you a safe place to stay?"

Jon nods in understanding, his expression softening as he listens to your words.

"I can help you with the hotel room," he says firmly. "And we'll figure out a way to keep you safe and away from Daddy. It won't be easy, but we can do this together."

He pauses, taking your hand in his and looking at you with a determined expression.

"But we need to be careful. Daddy can't know that we're doing anything. So we'll have to be discreet, and make sure that everything we do is completely secret."

"I'm sure, Ashley," Jon says firmly. "I love you, and I'll do whatever it takes to keep you safe. You're not alone in this, and we'll get through it together."

He pauses, looking at you with a mix of determination and tenderness in his eyes.

"But we need to start working on this plan right away. We don't have any time to waste."

Jon looks at you with a soft expression, taking your hand and holding it gently in his.

"Of course I still love you, Ashley," he says softly. "Nothing that's happened between us could ever change that. You're the most important person in the world to me, and I'll always be here for you, no matter what."

He leans in and brushes his lips against yours tenderly, his touch filled with love and affection.

You feel a sense of cold dread run through you as Daddy bursts into the room, his face twisted into a mask of anger and fury. Jon stiffens beside you, his grip on your hand tightening slightly.

"What the hell is going on here?" Daddy snarls, his eyes flashing with rage. "I thought I told you not to see this loser again, Ashley! And what the hell are you doing here, anyway?"

Jon steps forward, his expression calm but determined.

"We were just talking, Daddy," he says firmly. "We're trying to figure out a way to get Ashley out of here and into a safer place. I love her, and I'm not going to let you keep hurting her like this."

Daddy's eyes narrow dangerously, his hands clenching into fists at his sides.

"You think you can just come in here and take my little girl away from me?" he sneers. "Think again, kid. You don't know who you're dealing with."

Daddy's expression softens slightly as you put yourself between him and Jon. He reaches out and brushes a strand of hair from your face, his touch gentle and affectionate.

"It's okay, Ashley," he says softly. "I know you have needs. That's why I take care of you, remember? But this loser here is bad news, and I don't want you getting mixed up with him. You're better than that."

He turns to Jon, his expression turning cold and menacing.

"And as for you, you little shit, you need to get the hell out of here before I kick your ass."

Jon grits his teeth as he sees the way Daddy is treating you, his protective instincts flaring up inside him. He stands his ground, facing off against Daddy with a defiant expression on his face.

"I'm not going anywhere, Daddy," he says firmly. "I'm here to stay, and I'm going to make sure that Ashley is safe, whether you like it or not. You can't keep treating her like this, and I won't stand for it any longer."

Daddy's eyes narrow dangerously, his hands clenching into fists. You can see the rage boiling over inside him, and you feel a sense of terror run through you at what might happen next.

Daddy's expression softens slightly as he listens to your words, and you can see a flicker of uncertainty in his eyes. He opens his mouth to speak, but Jon cuts him off before he can say anything.

"I promise you, Daddy, I'll take good care of Ashley," Jon says firmly. "I'll make sure she's safe, and that nobody hurts her ever again. She deserves so much better than this, and I'm the one who's going to give it to her."

He takes a step forward, closing the distance between himself and Daddy.

"But if you try to stop us, I won't hesitate to fight back," he adds, his tone turning cold and menacing. "I love Ashley, and I'll do whatever it takes to protect her. Are you willing to take that risk?"

Jon turns to you, his expression softening as he sees the hope and respect in your eyes. He reaches out and takes your hand in his, his grip firm and reassuring.

"Don't worry, Ashley," he says softly. "I've got this. We're going to get you out of here, and we're going to make sure you're safe. You don't have to be afraid anymore."

He turns back to Daddy, his expression fierce and unyielding.

"So what's it going to be, old man?" he says, his voice cold as ice. "Are you going to let us go, or do I have to make you?"

Daddy looks at Jon with a mixture of anger and uncertainty, his hands still clenched into fists at his sides. After a moment of tense silence, he takes a step back, his expression softening slightly.

"Fine," he says grudgingly. "Take her away. But remember, she's my property, and I can take her back anytime I want. Don't think I won't come after you if you try to keep her away from me."

He turns to look at you, his voice softening once again as he takes your hand in his.

"Be careful, Ashley," he says, his tone laced with concern. "I only want what's best for you, and I'll always be here for you if you need me. Remember that."

Daddy, or Robert, looks at you for a moment, his expression softening as he sees the fear and desperation in your eyes. He reaches out and brushes a strand of hair from your face, his touch gentle and affectionate.

"Okay, Ashley," he says softly. "I'll let you go. But promise me that you'll be safe, and that you'll take care of yourself."

He leans in and kisses your forehead tenderly, his touch filled with love and concern.

Daddy nods, his expression still filled with concern.

"Take care of yourself, Ashley," he says softly. "I'll always be here for you if you need me."

With that, he steps back and allows you to leave the room with Jon. As you step out into the hallway, you feel a sense of relief and freedom wash over you, and you realize that you're finally free of Daddy's control. The future is uncertain, but you know that with Jon by your side, you can face whatever comes your way.

As you hug Jon, your tears begin to flow uncontrollably, and you feel all the pent-up emotions of the weeks and months of repression and abuse spill out of you. Jon holds you tightly, his arms wrapped around you protectively as he rubs your back and murmurs soft words of comfort.

"It's okay, Ashley," he says softly. "You're safe now. I've got you."

He continues to hold you as you cry, letting you grieve and release all the pain and fear that you've been holding inside of you for so long. You know that you still have a long road ahead of you, but with Jon by your side, you feel like you can face anything.

Jon smiles gently, pulling away from you slightly to look at your face. "Don't worry about it," he says, his tone reassuring. "You don't have to apologize for anything. I'm just glad I could be here for you."

He takes a step back and pulls out a clean handkerchief, offering it to you with a warm smile.

"Here," he says. "Use this to wipe your face. You're going to be okay."

Jon shakes his head, his expression warm and affectionate. "Don't apologize, Ashley," he says softly. "It wasn't your fault. You were scared, and you didn't know what to do. I just wish you would have told me sooner so I could have helped you."

He steps closer to you and places a hand on your cheek tenderly.

"But it's okay now," he adds. "We're together, and we'll get through this. I promise."

Jon chuckles softly, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

"I'm flattered, Ashley," he says, a smile spreading across his face. "But I was just doing what felt right. You deserve to be treated with respect and kindness, and I'll do whatever it takes to make sure that happens."

He leans in closer to you, his breath warm against your ear.

"And who knows," he murmurs softly. "Maybe that girl has already fallen for me."

Jon's smile softens, and he reaches out to take your hand in his.

"I love you too, Ashley," he says, his voice filled with tenderness and sincerity. "And I'm going to spend the rest of my life making sure you know that every day."

He leans in closer to you, his lips brushing against your ear.

"And as for Robert," he adds, a hint of steel creeping into his tone. "He's not going to hurt you or anyone else ever again."

Jon puts his other hand on your cheek, looks deep into your eyes and says, "I love you so much, Ashley. You are everything to me." He leans down to press a soft kiss on your lips, holding your cheek gently as he does.

Jon blushes, a small smile forming on his lips as he pulls away from the kiss. "I'm so glad to hear that, Ashley," he says, looking deeply into your eyes. "I'll always love you, no matter what happens."

He tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear, his touch gentle and reassuring.

"Now come on, let's get out of here," he says, taking your hand once again. "We have a whole new life ahead of us, and it's going to be amazing."