As obsessed as I was with this woman, I was happy that my dick wasn't going to fall off.
Chapter 20
Kitlyn
A week has passed since Atlas took me.
Who am I kidding?
It's been a week since Ipermitted Atlasto fuck me. I didn’t scream or beg him to stop, making me a complicit participant. Something I’m not proud of. Even though I submitted to keep my cat, I enjoyed what he did to me.
Multiple intense orgasms were the result, which left me confused all week long. I couldn’t get the scene out of my head. After claiming me both ways, he clarified he was now the proud owner of my anal cherry. The way he carried on, you would think he was getting a solid gold trophy for screwing me up the ass.
I am just a fuck toy for this man. It makes me feel like I am a lifeless doll, not a human being. At least this job comes with some benefits. He said he would reward me for my submission. Aside from thefact that he uses me as his personal cum dumpster, in all reality, I am nothing but a glorified whore.
I laughed, and half sobbed at the thought. Just over a week ago, I was a normal twenty-three-year-old living her best life. Now, I am nothing but a sex slave to a filthy, depraved man.
He was going to screw me, cuddle me, whip me, play mind games, punish me, reward me, and there wasno oneto protect me. I felt dizzy just thinking about it.
Fan fucking tastic!
He also said there was no escape, so I may as well adjust to my new life with him.
Double fan fucking tastic!
Once I came down from my high after that crazy session a week ago, the rational part of my brain took over again. I gathered my wits as soon as I was alone with my thoughts.
That night, after he brought my cat to me, I decided I needed to get out of here. I would not live the rest of my life locked up in this fucking room while he did whatever he pleased with my body, no matter how great the orgasms were.
I didn’t even feel the need to file charges against him for kidnapping me; my freedom was what I wanted.
I wasn’t afraid he would kill me. I was fearful of how far his depravity could go. How many marks would he leave on me? What about punishments that didn’t allow pleasure to balance the pain? Would I be able to handle those whippings without him using the vibrator or his finger on me?
What terrified me the most was losing my ability to choose and being unable to live my life on my terms.I felt like a woman from the seventeenth century with no rights. He was making all the decisions for me, plus it didn’t help that he called me his property daily.
That always pissed me off. If I could only get him to see that I was more than an object. Maybe I could persuade him to let me go. After all, I talked him into allowing me to keep Tuna.Who am I kidding? Tuna came with a price….ME!
He was extremely dominant.Hedecided I was going on birth control.Hehad a tracker put inside my body.
Hedecides everything for me. I have no voice. I mean, that’s just fucked up. They abolished slavery in eighteen sixty-five, for God's sake!
He has not engaged in sex with me at all since the belting session. Although he came to bathe me, bandage my feet, and apply the salve to the welts on my ass, he was nothing but a gentleman, even when he undressed and dressed me.
I noticed he looked at me with something akin to a feral nature, but kept his hands to himself. As fucked up as it was, I had to admit I enjoyed the things he did to me. He was the king of orgasms, and I was hooked.
I was thankful he didn’t defile me again because I really couldn’t deal with the internal struggle in my head. It was difficult for me to come to terms with the fact that I enjoyed this monster's barbarity toward me. I couldn’t believe my skin was still intact, and for the life of me, I don’t know how he didn’t make me bleed from that whipping.
Atlas struck my bottom with all his might. He denied it when I said as much to him, saying he heldback much of his strength so he wouldn’t leave any lasting marks. He told me he was masterful with the belt and knew how to make it hurt without permanent damage.
He spent a lot of time in my room coddling me and checking for internal and external injuries. The exams were humiliating, especially when he had my knees pinned to my shoulders, poking and prodding both my ass and sex, making sure he didn’t do any damage.
I also had to answer his humiliating questions about my bathroom habits. He wanted to make sure I could shit ok after stretching my back hole. Christ. If he was so worried about it, he shouldn’t have sodomized me in the first place.
He was so paranoid that he might have destroyed me. I admit he was well-endowed, but he wasn't hung like a horse. My body adjusted to his size with no issues.
His paranoia bordered on insanity. I guess I should be grateful that he cared, at least a little. I was sore for a few days, but it was nothing serious. His brother Joey came and sat with me several times during the week.
He was so different from his brother. Joey wasn’t scary in the least. He was always cheery and upbeat. We shared a few meals and watched movies together. He resembled Atlas with his dark hair and build, but his eyes were hazel instead of grey. He wasn’t as tall either.
