Slap.
“You have already disobeyed me more than once. The next offense will have painful consequences. Now fuck my cock like a good slave.” I made sure my words held all the authority. At first she struggled but then accepted her job, moving bouncing her thighs and fucking me. I slapped them all over until I knew they had my red handprint all over.
It didn’t take long. My groans became whimpers but I wasn’t sure she could hear me over her wailing. I sat up, my back against the cold concrete wall. It hurt to try to hold it, but I did it to watch her be the whore she truly was, enjoying my cock so much that her juices had drenched my balls. Her eyes rolled up as her pussy slipped up and down, choking and releasing it.
While fucking her with the dildo again, and encircling her nipple with my mouth, my cum shot through my cock up her pussy so violently that I couldn’t help bite her hard with everyspill. “Don’t stop,” I commanded. Both our screams transformed into groans with every bounce, every shot of cum.
Her limp drained body fell forward on me. I lowered my sweaty face between her tits, my breath crashing against her chest. For a while there was calmness, silence and peace between us. With my eyes closed, I imagined we were in her dorm room, fucking like two wild animals instead of in this hell. Once our breathing calmed, I said, “It’s good that you can come just from having a dick inside you. Not every girl is that much of a whore.”
I was surprised by the pain in her eyes. Was she trying to fool me into thinking my words could hurt her? I wasn’t even recognizing her. Where was the psycho bitch I had to fight in the dorm room, the one who’d killed three guys in the forest? Her fake emotions angered me even more. This was not the girl I’d killed an innocent sixteen-year-old slave for.
I commanded, “Now, get back on your hands and knees exactly as you were before.” She obeyed me while still trying to catch her breath with her body shaking from exhaustion.
The side of her face on the cold concrete, her ass up in the air, and her hands holding her ass cheeks open, when I grabbed and lubricated a vibrator that was thicker than the dildo. I yanked the small dildo out, ripping a scream out of her. As soon as the tip of the vibrator touched her hole, she whimpered and tensed. “Ssir...”
“Yes, Little One?”
“P-pleeease...”
“There’s no part of your body that doesn’t belong to me, Little One, no orifice.” I continued, unable to calm my fascination with it forcing her asshole to open, expanding the ring way beyond her capacity until she arched her back, her screech almost becoming a howling as if the vibrator would kill her. I let it sitthere, completely stretching her entrance, every wrinkle gone, then turned it on.
“Oh my Gooooood!” Out of her own volition, she opened her legs wide, and I watched her rocking back and forth. Her short sharp breaths gave way to high-pitched whimpers. Although I was torturing her, it soon began to feel as if I was torturing myself ’cause I couldn’t wait to fuck her again. I watched her rocking back and forth, pussy searching for a good cock like the whore I knew she was. Her whimpers and pouted lower lip gave way to moans and then screams as another orgasm ran through her. “That’s it little whore. You love it don’t you?”
I kept pushing and pulling it again and again, torturing only the entrance while listening to her never catching her breath, sometimes stopping the breathing and then sobbing as I pushed it deeper and deeper. She had no idea how merciful I was being by not fucking it myself.
Then I turned it off. Her entire body crumbled to the floor. I allowed her rushed breathing to calm, her whimpers and cries and even tears to cease while sitting on the bed, watching her. She kept falling asleep for seconds at a time, then coming back.
“Come,” my command startled her away. Her eyes stared up at the ceiling for a few seconds then she crawled and climbed onto the bed next to me where I had patted the mattress. “Put your head here.” I pointed at my own inner thigh for her, and she obeyed. I liked that this time I didn’t have to tell her what to do.My girl is a fast learner. I guess Oxford was right after all. Good for them not only being about nepotism.
She took my dick into her mouth and my balls in her hands as I lifted her leg to also lay my head on her thigh. Her other leg was wrapped under my arm. “Don’t take it out of your mouth until I tell you to. And every time you feel me or the vibrator that means you need to make me come.” On the control, I set her vibrator toturn on to maximum every twenty minutes, but she didn’t know that.
The first time, we were both still awake, anticipating the first round and like the good girl she was, she took it deep and tried to pleasure me just like that morning. “Mmmm… That’s a good girl. Just like that. You’re a fast learner, Little One.” I patted her head as if she were a little bitch. Then placed my thumb on her temple and placed pressure while drawing a circle. Sometimes I'd rake through her hair. I doubted she remembered the gesture or that the message was delivered.
I love you, Little One.
Forthetwomonthsof her stay in this hell, I was extremely angry with Magdalena for putting me in a situation where I had to kill Elizabeth. I’d taken my anger out on her. Which, in a way, had been good for her in the end, because no one could possibly believe that there was anything but hate between us. I’d never been this cruel and harsh with another slave. She was the first one I’d ever taken to the auditorium to be punished. Even Ben kept asking me if I was going to kill her after all. It didn’t help that she’d acted like a fucking submissive zombie for so long when I knew the type of girl she truly was.
After spanking and fucking her in front of every single slave and some of the overlords and richest customers, she’d basically attempted to kill herself then me, but I calmed her by fucking her once more. My little one fell asleep so quickly after, but not me. With her in my world, there was no resting. She was a storm that left behind overturned ships and drowned bodies wherever she went.
I lay on the bed beside her staring up at the ceiling with both my palms folded under my head. She’d slid herself right next tome, taking my heat to warm herself. In another lifetime, I’d tease her about it. It was so cute. My little spoon. But this world wasn’t made for cute things.
I was trying to memorize the feel of her back against the side of my body, the spectacular beauty of her face by caressing it, turning myself over so I could slide my fingers between the silky strands of hair while smelling her, and laying featherweight kisses on her cheek and temples, between her eyebrows, on the tip of her nose, her lips, and chin. Then, I bit my bottom lip as my cock hardened for her again.
I’m so addicted. How am I going to sell you, Little One? How?
I wanted to tell her I cared for her more than I’d ever cared for myself, that she scared the shit out of me when she almost killed herself with all that bleach, and I needed her to live, always had. I tried to stab her to death the first time I saw her because I hadn’t realized she was stronger than I’d ever be. But I needed her to be on this planet for as long as possible. The words floated into my mind:I don’t know what spell you put on me, but I fucking love you, Magdalena Michaelson.
Then, like a scratching record, it came to me. No! No, I don’t love her,I told myself while knowing I held quite the unrecognizable profound emotion for her.
After hearingI love youfrom that repugnant monster for half my life, I couldn’t help but grimace. Love meant abusing the crap out of someone until you’ve damaged their mind into thinking it’s good for them. It meant raping that person for years, molding them into the very same type of monster he was. I didn’t want to do that to her.Little One, I wish I could tell you I never wanted to change you, but I had to in order to save you. I’m so sorry for what I’ve done. None of this was your fault. I’m so fucking sorry.
I wanted to dance with her. Not hurt her, not hear her beg because I expected it, fearing me. What I craved was for herto look at me and really see me and know I’d always save her and protect her. I wanted her gaze to convince me I was a good person as powerfully as it had made me fall in love with her.
Tears filled my eyes when the severity of the situation hit me. I wanted to tell her to wait for me, that I was trying to dismantle his pure evil empire, but I couldn’t.I’ll never be good enough for you. You’ll never be safe with me. That’s why I must sell you, Little One. It isn’t because I do not care about you. I’ve never cared about anything else in my life the way I care about you.
That’s when I remembered I had made a promise to myself that I would give my victims, including her, the peace they deserved with my death. It hurt to think I had to let her go. While pulling my bottom lip into my mouth with my thumb and chewing on it, I gawked at her, fascinated by every detail of my sleeping beauty.
The phenomenal smell of sex, and mounds and valleys down her body cured me of my temporary panic and insanity at the thought of losing her. She whimpered in her sleep, and her chest collapsed and rose in fast short breaths. A nightmare was tormenting her. I placed my palm on her chest and pressed so she’d remember in her slumber that tonight, I was here as her lover. That’s what she’d asked for, after all.
