“Not in my ass, please, Sir. Pleeeeeaaase.” She squeezed her wet, swollen red eyes tight while screeching the last plea.
“You’re sure?”
“Yes. Please not that.” Her words were rushed.
I opened her legs again. “Hands and knees.” She was on the edge of sobbing but obeyed me anyway, and I slipped my desperate, pulsing cock into her pussy, then thrusted slowly, allowing her to relax and enjoy it.
“Thank you, Sir.” She was almost too wet, so I fucked her faster, harder. She gasped and cried with every fuck. “Yes-yes-yes more. Please, more,” she begged, and started fucking me back. Slapping sounds filled the room. I pulled her hair hard, lifting her upper half off the mattress. While holding her midair and fucking her, I plunged my fingers into her ass again. Oh, the harmony in her terror, in her screech with every fuck.
“More?”
She didn’t answer, only moaned and whimpered while I fucked her with no mercy, and the tears bounced off her cheek. With my fingers on the other side of the tissue, I pushed the tips of them against my cock. She arched her back, bringing her face toward my mouth, so I whispered, “You have no idea how I wish you were mine. The things I would do to you.” Then I released her.
Only when she collapsed and was helpless on the bed, did I feel satisfied. Her hips shook, wanting more of my dick and fingers. “Sick little whore!” I slapped her ass, startling her into gasping, making her squeeze me. I liked how she instantaneously squeezed my cock, so I did the same thing again and again until she was blubbering. It must have been agonizing for her after all the times she’d gotten paddled earlier that day. But only when she could do nothing else but choke my cock while ugly crying did I feel I would finally come. Instead, I stopped everything and allowed her to get comfortable by lying flat on the bed crying silently except for the hiccups.
While kneeling with my cock still hanging hard, I stared at her wet face. She was staring at the ceiling, not wanting to look at me. I could practically read her mind. I’d promised to be prince charming but all she got was the sadist. Now she hated me.
“You hate me?” I asked her. It was a trick question. Slaves don’t have feelings. That’s the rule.
“Yes,” she replied and I tittered. She’d failed the test miserably.
“I appreciate your honesty but honesty will kill you in your new life. You understand that, right?”
“I don’t give a flying fuck.”
What she didn’t know was that I knew the feeling all too well from first-hand experience.
I lay flat on top of her body and kissed her neck, shoulder blade, and arm as I fucked her without abusing her asshole. “You’re mine. Mine,” I repeated with every thrust, every kiss. I had to resist saying I loved her. I refused to do that to her, and instead, I fucked her harder, deeper, as if she were worthless. Even when I knew I was hurting her by hitting her cervix and then came. Then I did it all over again.
When the black spots in my vision disappeared, I realized she was full on sobbing.
It wasn’t lost on me that I was being too hard on her. I attached my mouth to her clit, sucking and flicking and biting it. She kicked and screamed, pulling my hair, and if she had nails, she would have scratched me. I jerked her clit from side to side until she forgot her despondency, and her body took over like the dirty selfish whore she was. She turned her body so I was beneath her and rode my mouth, swinging her hips. Her body convulsed, wetting my face and chest, then she took in a single breath and collapsed.
She was barely conscious when I took her with me into the bathroom and filled the tub.
She woke but fell back asleep right away, unable to keep her eyes open while I washed her body and mine. After, I sat her on the bed and dried her then myself.
It was the first deep sleep I remembered ever having. The sun was so bright, its heat woke me. I had my arms and legs tightly wound around her. Even in my sleep, I hadn’t let her go.
Iwaspartiallyawakewhen I readjusted myself on her bed. The mattress was tiny with hardly any cushion. I knew it had never been intended to be comfortable. After hours of having her suck my cock at the slightest movement, my little one did it in her sleep. I moaned at the force with which she took me and failed to stop myself from driving it deeper into her throat. At first, I affectionately cupped and caressed her cheek but then the aggression took over me and I pinned down her temple while fucking her throat. Her eyes flashed open when I stayed balls deep inside her, blocking her breathing and suddenly her vibrator took off. I could feel her screaming even though my cock was blocking all sound.
I waited.
At first, she gently slid her fingers on my thigh, then dug them, trying to scratch, then started pulling away and slapping me. “Only good whores get to breathe.”
Hours After
In my office, while going through the recent sales, I kept checking the time on the live feed in her cell to make sure it was accurate. No murders had been committed since her arrival but the previous incidents still had me worried. There were cameras everywhere. I watched her sob herself for too long in the shower, then sit on the bed, in a trance with her hair still dripping wet and her torso wrapped in the tiny towel. I didn’t expect her to be okay after months in this place, but it was still disturbing to see her like this. Long gone was the girl from the dorm room or the defiant girl who was paddled by all present lords and slaves.
The phone rang, startling me out of the hypnosis she had me under. “Yes?”
“Good afternoon, Sir, it’s Dr. Avery.” He didn’t say anything else. I rolled my eyes at the silence and sighed. He was forcingme to greed him as if he gave a flying fuck, but I had no choice if I wanted him to follow through. Everything was a game to this man.
“Good afternoon. Any news?”
“Yes. In fact, if you have time, I can give you a whole report.”“Where can I meet you?”
“I’ll wait for you by the nurse station.”
