He closed the door behind them. My eyes, full of fear and agony, met hers for a few seconds.Please help me.She looked away, focusing on him, obviously pining for his attention, approval, and love. Both appeared drunk, joking and talking, laughing too much at everything, completely ignoring my anguished existence. They fell onto my bed, whispering, then kissed and fucked. She was loud, screaming the entire time.
My legs quaked violently, sending currents of hot pain up to my hip bone.Someone help me. Please.I dropped back on the heels of my feet, but the noose choked me.
“Shut the fuck up already!” The girl and I gasped, obviously terrified by his outburst. At first, I didn’t know if he was shouting at me. Perhaps I’d whimpered too loudly. “Hands and knees,” he demanded of her, then stood from the bed and rushed towardme, leaving her behind. Before staring at the ground, I caught sight of the fear in her eyes while she stayed on all fours.
Had he been faking the drunkenness the whole time?
With every step he took toward me, my heart hammered faster and faster. I stood on my tiptoes again, the skin on my neck thanking me, then an excruciating pain traveled up to my hip at lighting speed. Seconds later, I lost all strength again, and the noose was choking me. I frothed at the mouth as tiny stars appeared in the dark like fireworks.
The tips of his fingers landed on my naked waist, and he turned me to face him. With my eyes, I thanked him for lifting me, not caring what he wanted as long as I didn’t have to stand on my feet. Then I remembered I needed his permission to look at him, so I dropped my gaze to his legs. The smell of whiskey, sweat, and cum attacked my nostrils.
“Look at me, slave.” He was as tall as Sir. “I’m your God now. Not him.” His words let me know there was some sort of a bitterness between them and I was paying for it. Then the realization hit me: this wasn’t the first time he’d come into my room to torture me. He’d done it many times. Moments of him holding me down while raping me ran through my mind, stealing my breath at the agony I’d survived.
“Turn the lights on.” At his command, the lights blinded me and made me wince. I had to blink hard several times to gain my vision. He’d been wearing a suit and at some point lost the jacket and his bow was untied, as if he’d come from a party. He had olive skin and black hair and eyes. He’d been attractive once, but the evil that coursed through his body had deepened his wrinkles too soon. His black eyes narrowed with amusement.
“Do you see me now?”
“Yes, Sir,” I replied while staring down.
“Do you remember our fun times?” That’s when I met his gaze again. He was the doctor who’d tortured me, taken my nailsout and fisted my pussy time and time again. He’d sometimes come in with friends… A sound of agony escaped me. The memory of the things they’d done to me. The horror drowned me. I wanted Sir to come in and end this. How had I forgotten?
He laughed at my realization and fear.
Despite her trembling breaths, I didn’t dare take my eyes off him while he studied me. Why was she here? What was his plan? And where the fuck was Sir?Did he give up on me? No. He couldn’t have. He promised I’d survive, that he wouldn’t let them kill me.
Goosebumps rose on my skin. His big hands cupped my cheeks, squeezing harshly. His fore- and middle finger entered my mouth and slid back out, wetting my neck and gliding from there to the middle of my sternum, then to my belly button.
Sir, please. Please, I’ll do anything. I don’t want this cruel man touching me, not after what he put me through. Please. I beg you.
My breath trembled with my body; I couldn’t control it or calm down. The fear was too great to not overspill. I was breathing in gasps as his fingers slipped between my pussy lips, then hammered into me hard and fast. I grinded my teeth, wincing, resisting squeezing my butt, hissing and screaming as liquid acid leaked out of my anus, burning the inside lining yet again, and the skin on my sphincter melted. My feet gave out, and I choked as he followed down, fingering me still.
“How is the pouch full of concentrated ginger and pepper x treating you?” He laughed. “It must be scalding your ass. Your anus has the same cells as your mouth so you can feel the spiciness. Some spice for my spicy, hot whore.” He laughed again. “I’ve never met a girl who likes pain as much as you. Scream just once so that I can hurt you more,” he whispered.
I accidentally squeezed again, and the liquid stripped another layer of tissue from inside my ass. Tears poured outof me. He met my gaze again, studying my tortured, silent expression but didn’t give me permission to scream the agony building inside me.
Instead, he licked and sucked those same fingers, then walked behind me after complimenting me. “Nice.” He steadied me, lifting me from the floor and lifting my leg to the side. It felt good to not have to stand on my toes, but then he hooked my right ankle into another rope hook, forcing me to stand on my left leg. As soon as he released me, I faltered, then choked, and the rope yanked at my leg. It felt as if it had disengaged my hip from my socket. My scream was silenced by the choking rope.
Thank God the choking hadn’t allowed the scream or gasping to escape me. He sauntered around me, caressing my skin, unfazed as I came too close to death. Eventually, when I couldn’t take the squeezing of my throat anymore, I managed to stand on my quaking toes again.
“Hey. Idiot, come fulfill your purpose,” he called to her, and watched her crawl, then sit on her shins in front of me with her head down. I could tell we were in the same situation in terms of our emotions, her and me. We were both trying to survive by being obedient. Except I could still think for myself sometimes while it had already become part of her nature. Watching her disgusted me. I’d never wanted to be like this, like some soulless, robotic whore.
“Suck her pussy.” Her big round black eyes looked into mine, and while hers held no emotion, mine were bulging from shock.
I mouthedNo.
“That’s beautiful. Don’t look away from each other.”
The tip of her tongue swept between my pussy lips to my clit, then flicked it from side to side. I gasped, and for that, he slapped a wooden pallet across my ass.
PA!
I inadvertently tightened at the impact, especially since I had no idea he would hit me.
“I didn’t ask you to make a sound. When are you going to learn, slave?”
I finally breathed in puffs. The only comfort I had was her tongue. It felt so good I was losing my mind.
“I said look at her!”
