“You must be hungry, so I’m going to allow you the opportunity to earn your meal. Get on your hands and knees.” Quickly, I obeyed him. “Face away from me.”
Even though I was too scared to look at him, I used my other senses to know where he was always. When he knelt behind me and gently pushed my upper body across the bed while the rest of me hung down over it, I tensed up and stopped breathing. “This is good, how you’re doing it now. But you need to relax.No man ever wants to fuck a wooden board. Some might like the silence, so keep doing that.”
I gasped when cold, gooey liquid fell to the crack of my ass.
“What did I just say?” he yelled, then slapped my butt cheek hard. I tensed and curved up my body, lifting my back, cringing from the next spank. “That’s better.”
He spread and massaged the liquid from my asshole to my pussy again and again. Every time it dropped down to my pussy, I couldn’t help tensing in fear of penetration. It seemed like a lot of time past as he spread more and more liquid, sometimes taking time to just touch me. Eventually I had no choice to relax, tired of dreading the awful inevitable, him fucking my ass. His fingers parted my pussy lips, rubbing them and just on the entrance of my pussy then my clit.
He teased and teased and teased and teased until I found myself biting on my tongue to not scream for him to just do it, just fuck me, finger me anything but this.
“That’s it, Little One. You want it now, don’t you?” With every unpredictable touch, my clit grew harder, throbbing, needing so much more. Wetness soon oozed inside me as my body betrayed me with a response. I hadn’t noticed I was lifting my butt, anticipating his touch, or how my nipples had stiffened. “Such a dirty whore… I know you want it. You think I can’t tell?” My heaving breaths replaced the silence. His words forced my cheeks to burn, made me feel so dirty for wanting it. Why did I want it? Was it true? Was I just a whore?
I ended up having to swallow my gasp when his thumb circled my asshole. “Show me how you like that. Rock back and forth.” I obeyed even though I was scared of him touching me there again, like he’d done yesterday. At least he’s given me some control. So I rocked back and forth very slowly only enough so the tip of his finger would push in at the sphincter and pass it.“That’s it. That’s my dirty whore. You’re going like my dick up your ass? Eh?” I shook my head.
“Don’t ever say no. You’re a slave. Your only purpose in life is to want whatever I want. You have no needs, no desires. You are nothing. Understood?” He circled the same spot, making my asshole tighten again and again. I inadvertently sighed, wanting him to stop touching me there and massage my clit instead.
I nodded.
“Good. Remember to keep your breathing normal and stay silent.”
I took a deep breath and focused on my breathing, trying to block everything else. His thumbpushed in a little, then pulled out, circling again for as long as before. I barely kept the moaning and gasping inside me. He repeated the motion many times without any pattern. I was so scared of the pain, yet my pussy was dripping. “Such a good little whore.”
When his thumb pushed all the way in, a squeak escaped me, my body tensed, and my breathing went off course, rushing.Please don’t hurt me.He didn’t say anything before plunging all his dick into my pussy and leaving it like his thumb, deep and still inside me. I groaned for so long, feeling overstuffed. My body was so rigid, it quaked while choking his cock and thumb; I wasn’t used to him inside me.It’s too big.I resisted releasing the cry and sobbing that was collecting beneath my eyes and throat because he wanted me to be silent. Like some helpless tortured animal, my whimpers poured out of me without my awareness.It’s too much. It’s too much.
“Stop it.” His anger was undeniable. Again I hadn’t noticed I’d spoken out loud. With his thumb motionless, deep in my ass, he pulled almost all of his cock out only to slam back into me. To think I could control the scream that rolled out of me when he pounded into what felt like my uterus was insanity. The pain spread.
I bit down on my bottom lip, often holding my breath, trying to keep it all in while my tears fell to bed. I bunched up the sheets in my hand, fisting them as hard as I could while withstanding the cruel savagery. I winced and grimaced, trying to detach from my situation.
Then he moaned. The harder he thrusted, the more his breathing took over the room and the more his moans and groans slipped out of him.
In the meantime, I trembled, too tense, trying to keep quiet, to not sob at how hard his dick was banging into me, punching me. His other hand took hold of my cheek, his grip tightening until he was pinching a good amount of it, hard. It hurt. It all hurt too much. The squelching and slapping of our bodies as he crashed into me accompanied the sounds of pleasure pouring out of him.He’ll finish soon. Just a few more minutes.To my surprise, he fucked me harder, faster.No! Just a little…. I can’t!I tried to pull away but the bed was in my way. My belly was thigh was now digging into the metal of the bed. I realized he’d purposefully trapped me here so that I would have nowhere to run. As he fucked me harder and harder, faster and faster, my rushed breaths and cries burst out of me again.
“Shut the fuck up! You ruined everything!” he yelled. The first spank drew my scream, and the arching of my back. As a punishment to my overt reaction, like a psycho, he spanked my ass again and again. But I couldn’t gather all my suffering back into the silence. I couldn’t. It all became an unbearable painful chaos attacking me physically and mentally, especially when he fucked me harder, deeper, and his thumb slipped in and out fast.
“Fucking dirty whore! Go ahead fuck it. Fuck my cock.” At first, I rocked back and forth slowly, but then the spanking in the same exact spot again and again burned too much for me to do anything other than to try to satisfy and calm him. Withevery pull back, I prayed to any high power he’d stop hitting me. “That’s what you were crying for, isn’t it?”
No! I wasn’t, Sir. Please. Stop. Stooop!!!
He hissed before yelling, “You’re wasting my fucking time! Haaaarrrrrdddder!” He didn’t stop fucking, fingering, spanking, or pinching me.
Somewhere in between, I lost awareness of everything. Somehow, I started hearing the tortured cries of a girl and wondered what they were doing to her. It was obvious she was trying to suppress the screams that sometimes escaped her, yet whatever man was with her, kept screaming, “Come on! Goddamnit!”
Tiny stars filled my vision, and the world swirled. I gasped for air, trying to calm the dizziness, but the darkness took over, with how aggressively and psychotically he was fucking me I fell to the side. My head hit the ground, sending an unimaginable pain and then there was nothing.
25. Hands & Knees
“On your hands and knees!” he yelled from the middle of the room. I practically fell off the bed, then crawled to him, stopping once the dim light bulb was above me. I looked up, waiting to see what he would say or do next. Even this dim lighting had become an assault to my eyes intensifying the headache to the point of nausea. My throat was so dry and my stomach twisted, eating itself since I hadn’t eaten anything in what seemed like forever. There was no way to know the time that had past since I’d fainted or any way to know if he’d fucked me while unconscious, since every part of the inside of my pussy was sore.
“This is the way I want to find you every day. Don’t look at me, speak to me, move, protest, ask for anything, cry, don’t come until I give you permission! Do you understand?”
My breathing shook while I squeezed my eyes shut tight. He walked past me to my left. Goose bumps rose on my naked body from the cool air. The belt buckle hit the concrete.God, not this again.I swallowed the sob that wanted to spill.
“Stand up.”
I obeyed and faced him but kept my gaze to the ground. To contain my fears, I interlaced my fingers, my knuckles turningwhite. Even if I no longer had nails, I still felt the pressure. The harsher light from the bathroom attacked my eyes, and then the water crashed into the tub. The water was accumulating. “Come take a shower.”
I stood there like an idiot with my eyes and mouth gaping, staring at the water as images of drowning in that awful room stabbed my mind. I held on to the door frame. “Did you not hear me?” he yelled and I leaned my forehead on the door frame, tighting my grip, my body stiffening. “Do you not get tired of disobeying me?” Another yelling.
