He called her on the phone when he was on the way to
her hotel room.
“Are you ready for me, slut?” he asked, his voice
steely and cold.
Mira took a deep breath. She sat, completely naked, on
the old and faded hotel comforter, waiting to meet her
Master for the first time.
“…Yes… Sir, I think… I think I’m ready.”
There was silence on the other end, silence that seemed
to last for more than a minute, endless silence for
Mira. “If you’re not sure, slut, I’ll turn around and
go home.”
“No! No, I’m sure. I really want to see you, Sir. I’m
sorry for being hesitant.”
“Remember that this is what you wanted, slut. You came
down here for me to use, for me to take and do anything
with that I wish. You’re the one who said that you were
giving yourself to me completely, do you remember that,
cunt?”
She trembled. “I remember, Sir.” She did remember. She
remembered so much about the months that she had spent
on the phone with this man. She had listened as he had
described in graphic detail how he would use her and
torture her. Somehow, she had fallen in love with this
cruel man whom she had never met.
“And you know what, slut? Even with you coming down and
giving yourself to me, do you want to know the truth?”
She was silent. “You want this a hell of a lot more
than I do. I could live without ever meeting you,
whore. Could you say the same?”
She stifled a sob and tried to hide the knot in her
throat. “No, Sir.” Don’t cry, don’t cry.
“Say it, slut. Tell me what you are.”
The words were second nature to her. He had made her
repeat them for months. “I’m a worthless cunt. I’m a
stupid piece of shit. All I am is a hole for you to
use, Sir.”
“I hope you believe that. I hope you know that’s true
with all your heart.”
She believed it. Over the past few months, he had
convinced her that she was put on earth to serve his
needs. The only thing that mattered to her in the whole
world was to be there, in a dingy Motel 6, waiting for
him to arrive and put her in her place.
“Are you ready to drink my piss, slut? How do you think
you’re going to feel when you guzzle down my urine?”
“I… I don’t know, Sir.” She had served one Master
before meeting this one. He had been gentle with her,
spanking her occasionally but mostly treating her like
a prized pet. Mira had grown bored with him, craving
something more.
“You’ll enjoy it, slut, and you’ll thank me. You’ll
thank me for the privilege of drinking my piss, won’t
you?”
She shivered, partly with fear and partly with desire.
She could feel herself growing wet with desire for him.
Desire to be used. “I will thank you, Sir.”
“The harder I use you, the more I hurt you, and the
worse I treat you will only make you love me more.
Isn’t that right, slut?”
Again, she held back tears. “Yes, Sir.”
“And you know, that no matter what you do, no matter
what happens, I will never, ever love you. How can you
love something so worthless as you?”
Tears started falling silently down her face. “I know,
Sir.”
He chuckled. “Good, I’m glad we understand each other,
whore. I’ll be there in soon. I want you to open the
door wide and sit on the edge of the bed with your legs
spread wide. I want you to blindfold yourself with the
scarf I had you bring. I want you to sit like that and
wait for me, slut.”
Mira was mortified. “But… what if…”
He interrupted her. “Did I ask you what you thought of
it, bitch? Did I ask you if you had anything to say?”
His voice was calm and flat.
“No…no Sir.”
“I didn’t think I did. Sit like that and wait for me.”
He hung up
Mira stood up, shaking. How could she do this? Her
motel room was on the main floor and it opened to the
outside. What if a maintenance person came by while she
was waiting? Worst yet, what if a family came by? What
if a child saw her sitting naked, completely
vulnerable, on the bed? Her heart raced with fear. What
if a fellow motel guest saw her and decided to take
advantage of her? Would Sir save her? Or would he come
in and enjoy the show? She wasn’t sure.
There was one thing which she was very sure of,
however. If she didn’t listen to him, if she didn’t do
exactly what he wanted, he would leave and never come
back. He had told her that many, many times when she
protested any of the activities he told her he would
enjoy with her during her visit. “That’s fine,” he had
said. “You don’t have to let me fist you. I’ll just
leave.” The thought of him leaving, walking out of the
motel room and out of her life, was too much for Mira
to bear. She was completely trapped, trapped by this
mysterious man and trapped by her own feelings. She had
to obey him.
She pulled the short satin nightgown she was wearing
over her head, folded it carefully and put it in a
drawer. Completely naked, she studied herself in the
mirror above the dingy dresser. She was tall and
athletic with wavy brown hair and engaging brown eyes.
Men found her attractive and she was asked out often,
but she was looking for something more than boring old
dinner and a movie dates. She craved to be used, to be
humiliated, and to be completely out of control. She
had from the time she was a very young child.
Going to sleep at night, she had conjured up scenes she
had read in books about ancient slaves being punished
and whipped. She’d imagined herself in that position
and it seemed to almost bring her peace. Mira would
think of how it would feel to be jerked roughly by the
hair to the whipping post by a stern man, how she would
be forced to raise her arms, how the rope would feel as
it was tied, tightly, around her wrists. She would
imagine standing there, naked and exposed, as she
waited for the whip. It was only then she could fall
asleep.
She had thought there was something wrong with her,
that she was the only person in the world with thoughts
like this. Then, she had discovered the internet at the
age of sixteen, typed in some search words and
discovered that there was a whole community of people
with the same fantasies that she had enjoyed.
She had eventually met men off the internet, men who
promised discipline, men who all ultimately
disappointed her with the difference between their
online personas and real-life attitudes. Now, at
twenty-three years old, she hoped she had found him,
the dominant man she had been dreaming about since
before she knew what it was exactly she was even
dreaming about.
Trembling, Mira walked over to the motel room door and
unlatched the chain lock. Then, she carefully opened it
just a few inches. She tried not to think about who
might see her. It didn’t matter anyhow, she told
herself. After taking one last look at herself in the
mirror, she sat down, naked, on the bed. She slipped
the sleep mask over her eyes, grasped her hands behind
her, and spread her legs wide. Then, she waited,
completely exposed, for her Master to arrive.
She was sensitive to every sound she heard. Was that
just the breeze or is someone standing in the doorway?
Had anyone seen her? Sweating slightly, every brain
cell Mira had told her to close her legs, close the
door and put on a robe, but she ignored her better
judgment and sat still. “I’m doing this for him, I’m
doing this for him,” she repeated to herself, taking
deep breaths. She waited and hoped and prayed that no
one would stumble upon her in this position.
Suddenly, the silence of the room was broken. Mira
heard the door open wide and sensed that sunlight was
flooding the room. The door slammed shut. She heard
footsteps and the sound of the drapes being pulled
shut. She began shaking slightly. Was this him? Was
this her Master?
A familiar voice broke the silence. “I’m happy to see
that you can at least obey orders, you worthless piece
of shit.” It was him. Mira felt a rush of conflicting
emotions. On the one hand, she was ecstatically happy
to be in the same room with him and on the other she
was absolutely terrified about what he might do to her.
She shivered and didn’t answer.
She heard his footsteps making his way over to where
she sat on the bed. He grabbed her hair roughly and
pulled her to her feet. She gasped. Still holding her
by the hair, he held her head still as he slapped her
face roughly, first one cheek and then the other, front
hand and backhand.
“Are you ready for me to use you, slut?” He slapped her
again.
“Yes… yes Sir.” Mira was breathless. He reached down
and slapped her legs apart. She felt his cold and rough
fingers fumbling between her legs and then one enter
her. She moaned.
“You’re so wet already, you whore. Were you excited
while you were waiting for me? Did anybody see you?”
“No, Sir. At least I don’t think they did.” She tried
to keep her bearing as he roughly finger fucked her
cunt.
“Hmm. Imagine if they did. Imagine what they thought of
you, sitting here naked and waiting for a man you’ve
never even met. What do you think they thought of you,
slut? What do you think your parents would think if
they could see you right now?”
Mira groaned and pressed herself down into his fingers.
“They… they would think I was a whore, Sir. A
worth… worthless whore.”
He pulled his hand down and slapped her again. “And
would they be right, cunt? Is that what you are? Tell
me what you are and tell me why you are here.”
In between receiving hard slaps on her face, Mira
answered, “They’re right, Sir. I’m a worthless cunt and
a stupid piece of shit. And I’m here for you to use me
and hurt me, Sir.”
“Good slut.” He reached down and grabbed her nipples.
He held them both between his thumb and forefinger and
squeezed as hard as he could. Mira gasped and felt her
knees go weak. He released the nipples and slapped her
breasts with both hands as hard as he could.
“I like your tits, cunt,” he told her as he slapped
them again, watching deep purple bruises form in the
shape of his hands.
Mira started crying softly behind the mask. “Thank you,
Sir,” she said, trying hard to hide the fact that she
was breaking down.
He grabbed her by the hair again and dragged her to the
other side of the bed. He pushed her to the floor. She
tried to catch her breath as she heard him unzip his
pants and slide them off. He sat down on the bed and
pulled her towards him by the hair.
“Keep your hands behind your back and suck my cock,
slut. Show me how much you love me by how well you suck
my dick.”
Mira groaned inwardly. She had asked him, no, she Mira
groaned inwardly. She had asked him, no, she had begged
him, not to make her do this. She absolutely hated
doing it. The few times she had tried it had triggered
in her a horrible reaction. Just two minutes of
attempting it had seemingly caused her to regress to a
childlike state. She had cried and been unable to make
eye contact with her partner and had eventually had to
lock herself in the bathroom to regain her composure.
The reaction had scared her terribly and she had vowed
never to experience it again.
When she had told Sir about this reaction, he had been
very curious, asking her for every detail about the
attempt and pressing her for exactly how each step made
her feel. After she had finished, he matter-of-factly
said, “I bet your daddy was fucking your mouth when you
were a little kid, slut.”
She had fought the urge to hang up on him. “No he
didn’t, Sir. It’s just not an activity I really enjoy,
and I would like to keep it as one of my limits.”
He had laughed a little and quickly changed the
subject. Now, she couldn’t believe that he would make
her do this. She had known he was cruel, but had no
idea that he would force her to do something that he
knew caused her a ton of emotional distress.
She still had the blindfold on as she knelt at his
feet. She was hesitating. What she wanted to do was to
tell him off, to protest, to stand up and walk away.
“Did you hear me? Get to work.” His voice, again cold
and emotionless.
Mira was crying hard now. She hoped he didn’t notice.
“I…I thought we said this was…”
He interrupted her. “Either start sucking my cock or
get out of my way so I can leave. Those are the two
choices you have, and neither one requires you to open
up your big fucking whore mouth.”
She believed him. Quickly, trying hard to keep her
composure, she lowered her face to his body and
struggled to get his flaccid cock in her mouth without
using her hands. She lolled her head around, trying to
suck the head into her mouth. He pulled her head back
and slapped her hard again.
“No teeth whore. If you use those teeth on me, I’ll
knock them out, and then I’ll leave.”
He forced her head back into his crotch. Again, she
struggled to capture the dangling penis in her mouth.
This time she was more successful. She began running
her tongue around the head of his cock as he jammed her
head closer to his balls. She could smell the musky,
sweaty scent of him. Flicking her tongue against the
tip of his cock, she slowly began to move her head up
and down on the shaft.
Tears soaked into the sleeping mask and Mira tried to
block out the horrible wave of feelings and emotions
that she felt coming on. Every once in a while, she
would slip and let his cock slip out of her mouth. When
that happened, Sir would pull her head back and slap
her hard across the face. Her ears began to ring from
the blows.
He moaned loudly. “You know, for someone who claims to
hate this, you’re a really good cock sucker, cunt.” He
grabbed both sides of her head with both hands. “Hold
still. I’m going to fuck your mouth.” As an
afterthought, he slapped her face again. “And watch
your fucking teeth.”
Mira began choking almost immediately, but that didn’t
even make him pause. He began to shove his cock down
her throat. She tried to pull away but he was holding
her head firmly against his cock. He began moving in
and out of her mouth, gently at first and then with a
faster and harder rhythm. She struggled to breathe in
rhythm with his thrusts.
Suddenly, he pulled out of her mouth and stood up. He
pulled her up by her hair. “Lie down on the bed and
spread your legs. I’m going to whip you now.”
Still blindfolded, she stumbled over to the bed and lay
down on her stomach. “No, cunt, face up,” he told her.
She groaned, but turned over. She could hear him
fumbling around in the room as she lay there, waiting
to be whipped. “Didn’t I tell you to spread your legs?
Open them as wide as you can, and keep them open if you
know what’s good for you.” Reluctantly, she drew her
legs apart, exposing the most sensitive part of her to
the cruel man in front of her.
He reached over and plunged a finger into her pussy. He
fucked her with his finger for a few seconds, leaving
her moaning and thrusting her pussy up in the air,
trying to meet his thrusts. “Are you ready, cunt? Are
you ready to suffer for me?”
She almost orgasmed right there. “Ohhhh… yes, Sir,
I’m ready. I want to suffer for you, Sir. I want to
prove to you that I would do anything for you.” She
moaned again and pumped her sex against his fingers.
“You’ll have plenty of chances to prove that this
weekend, slut,” he said menacingly as he pulled his
fingers away from her.
The first lash of his belt hit her directly across both
breasts. She tried to stifle a scream but one escaped
despite her best efforts. Her old Master would always
start a whipping with a bit of a warm-up: tiny little
swats that helped her get used to what was to come.
He never whipped her hard anyway, never hard enough to
leave marks. This strike, however, was no display of
playful foreplay. It had nearly knocked the wind out of
Mira. Her nipples throbbed and stung and she found
herself crying hard.
“You stupid cow,” he said as she again heard him
rummaging around the room. She thought he’d come back
with some sort of first aid kit to mend her breasts,
which she couldn’t see but was convinced that they were
covered in cuts and bruises from the way that they
felt.
Instead, she felt him push some sort of rag into her
mouth. She groaned through the gag. “I can’t have you
making so much noise, you fucking whore. You told me
you wanted this and this is what you’re getting, so you
might as well get used to it.” He followed up this
statement with another resounding smack with the belt
across her sore tits.
Over and over again, the belt came crashing down onto
Mira’s breasts. She tried to concentrate on breathing
as the pain washed over her in waves. Her tits felt
like they were on fire. With every strike, Mira didn’t
think she could take anymore, only to be proven wrong
by the next one that came raining down on her.
*WHACK*
“You stupid piece of shit.”
*WHACK*
“Here you are, naked on a motel bed, naked in front of
a man you met ten minutes ago.”
*WHACK*
“Letting a man whip you on your bare fucking tits.”
*WHACK*
“You’re a worthless disgusting cunt, letting me do this
to you, pig.”
*WHACK*
“I’m going to make you pay for being so fucking stupid,
so fucking trashy.”
*WHACK*
“What do you mean, stop? Are you telling me what to do,
cunt? Do you think I care what a stupid piece of shit
like you says?”
*WHACK*
Mira tried desperately to hold still. She didn’t want
to disappoint him, but this was worse than she had
imagined it would be. She began thrashing around,
trying to get away from the belt and the pain. He
reached down and smacked her as hard as he could across
her face.
“I told you to hold still. We’re just warming up here,
cunt. My suggestion would be for you to relax or this
isn’t going to be a pleasant weekend for you.”
No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t be still.
Her legs were moving under a power that didn’t feel
like her own, kicking in desperation from pain and
fear. She kept trying to sit up, to twist away from his
blows. He slapped her again.
“Either you stop moving and spread your fucking legs
like I told you to do or I am going to stand up, walk
out of here and never have any contact with you again,
cunt.” He pulled the rag out of her mouth. She breathed
heavily, moaning a little as she tried to catch her
breath. “Do you want me to go?”
She considered this. One word from her and all this
pain would stop. All she had to do was to say, “Yes,
leave!” and it would all be over. She had no idea what
else he had in store for her and had even less of a
clue about how she would be able to endure it. She only
hesitated for a few seconds before saying, “No, Sir,
please don’t go.” For better or for worse, Mira was too
attached to walk away from him now. She was in this for
the long haul.
“Good slut.” He stuffed the rag back into her mouth.
She tried to concentrate on her breathing to calm
herself down. She heard him pick up the belt again,
heard him bend it in his hands. “I think you’ve had
enough of the belt, whore.” She practically smiled in
relief. “Yes, you’ve had enough of the belt. I think
it’s time for you to have a little taste of the buckle
instead.”
The buckle? She didn’t have time to consider the
ramifications of that word before she heard the belt
again whizzing through the air. Then, the hurt she had
felt in her breasts that she had thought was the apex
of all pain doubled as the belt buckle crashed into her
body.
Five more times she heard the belt cut through the
stale air of the motel room and whack her hard on her
breasts and stomach. She cursed herself for letting him
stay, cursed herself for being this way, cursed herself
for ever instant messaging this man in the first place.
She was convinced that with every strike, her mutilated
breasts must be spattering blood all over the room.
When she took the blindfold off, she thought the room
would look like a crime scene. Her breasts ached and
her nipples stung, but somehow, using strength she
didn’t know that she possessed, Mira managed to hold
still through the assault with the belt buckle.
Then she heard the belt fall to the ground and felt his
fingers in her cunt again, pressing urgently into her,
probing and prying. She knew she was soaking wet. She
could feel her juices in a puddle under her on the old
disgusting motel comforter. He began pumping in and out
of her with three fingers. Mira made a sound like a
desperate animal as she orgasmed powerfully against his
fingers, frantically humping his hand like the
worthless dog that she had become.
He pulled his fingers out of her cunt and she heard him
stroking his cock, hard and fast. She lay on the bed,
trying to catch her breath. “You liked that, you
disgusting tramp, didn’t you?” he asked as his fist
traveled up and down his cock. He pulled the gag out of
her mouth so she could answer.
“Yes…yes Sir. I liked it, Sir.” Her breasts ached but
she couldn’t deny her body’s reaction to the torture
she had endured.
She heard his breathing grow fast and with it the pace
of his cock stroking increased. A few minutes later,
while she still lay on the bed, trying to recover her
breath, she felt his hot cum splash into her
blindfolded face. He groaned loudly as he shot his load
all over her. She lay still and took what he gave her.
She was delighted from the very core of her being that
she had made him climax.
He collapsed on the bed next to her for a few minutes
to catch his breath. He didn’t say a word to her. Then,
she heard him get up and turn on the water in the sink
next to the bathroom. She guessed he was cleaning up. A
few seconds later, she felt a prickly sensation running
against her face. He was using her toothbrush to clean
up his cum from her cheeks and forehead and lips. She
knew better than to protest. He stuck the toothbrush in
her mouth. “There you go, cum sucker. Enjoy that.”
She kept the toothbrush in her mouth as she listened to
him put on his clothes and buckle the belt around his
waist. “I’ll call you later tonight, cunt, and I’ll see
you early tomorrow morning.” She heard the door open
again and he was gone.
Still blindfolded, she had no idea what he looked like.
CHAPTER TWO
Alone again in the motel room, a thousand miles away
from her home, Mira cried while standing under the hot
water of the shower. She carefully scrubbed the dried
cum from her face and gingerly cleaned her bruised and
battered tits. As she cried, she realized that the
tears weren’t from the pain of the beating she had
endured or even the rough treatment that he had given
her. Rather, she cried because he had left and she was
alone.
She wondered when he would return, not worrying about
the tortures that might await her when that happened,
but just desperate to hear his voice and smell his
scent in the air once more. She washed her swollen
eyes, slipped into a nightgown and cried herself to
sleep on the stained and disgusting motel room bed.
A few hours later, Sir returned unannounced, letting
himself in with the key Mira had given him. He watched
her as she slept, curled up in the fetal position.
Coldly, he walked over, lifted the edge of the blanket
from her face and slapped her hard in the face while
grabbing her by the hair.
“Did I give you permission to take a shower, you filthy
cunt?” he growled.
She slowly opened her eyes, forgetting for a moment
where she was, and for the first time in her life, she
looked up to see her Master’s face. Despite the angry
look in his eyes and the pain she felt from his hand in
her hair, she smiled widely at him. “Hi, Sir,” she said
and then she sighed contentedly.
This wasn’t the reaction he was expecting. He pulled
her up, her body struggling to keep up as he dragged
her to the floor by her hair. He forced her to kneel
with her head on the ground and her ass in the air.
“Don’t you ever look at me without my permission, you
worthless fucking whore!” He unbuckled his belt and
slid it through the loops of his pants, folded it over
and began whipping her exposed back without mercy.
It was still surreal to her. She had been asleep just
seconds ago and now was enduring her second beating of
the day at his hands. She told herself to focus and
tried with all her might to hold the position and not
scream out as the belt flew into her skin. As he hit
her, he told her over and over again, that she was a
whore and a cunt and a worthless piece of shit who
needed to learn her place. She concentrated on
breathing and told herself that this is how she
deserved to be treated, like an object who exists only
for the pleasure of her Master.
Soon he grew tired of hitting her and stood behind her,
kicking her legs apart. Her head was still pressed
against the ground and he began kicking her in the ass,
making her grunt from the pain. Then he stood in front
of her and pulled her head up by her hair, forcing his
boots in her face. She kissed them reverently and then
began licking the sides and then the sole of his shoes,
lovingly, as if it were her great honor to do so.
“You’re nothing to me, do you know that, pig?” he asked
her as she licked the bottom of his boot. She nodded
and he kicked her lightly in the face. “Never nod at
me, cunt. You’re not my equal in any way. You answer
‘yes, Sir,’ or ‘no, Sir,’ do you understand me?”
“Yes, Sir,” she said, keeping her eyes on the ground.
Her back ached and in the back of her mind she was
sickened imagining what could be on the bottom of his
shoes. She reminded herself that no matter what
disgusting substance was stuck in the groves of his
boots, she mattered less than even that. Dog shit,
dirt, grass and sand, all were better than her. She was
truly nothing, truly worthless, truly broken on the
floor at his feet, where she knew that she belonged.
He pulled her to her feet and slapped her in the face
again. This time, she never raised her eyes to his
face. He pushed her down to the bed and lifted the edge
of her nightgown.
“I’m going to fuck your ass now, cunt. Do you want to
have the honor of having my magnificent cock in your
disgusting filthy ass?”
She was terrified. Never in her life had she been taken
back there. Even the idea of it disgusted her. Yet she
knew that this is what she needed. She needed to bow to
his will, no matter how gross or unnatural it felt to
her. “Yes, Sir, I would do anything for you to fuck my
ass, Sir.”
He was surprised by how fast she was catching on. He
reached down between her legs and felt the wetness of
her cunt. Slapping her bruised ass cheek, he pulled off
his pants and underwear and put his fist around his
hard cock, pumping it and getting ready to hurt her
with it.
She closed her eyes as tightly as she could and bit her
lip, preparing herself for what was to come. He rubbed
the head of his cock against her wet cunt lips, teasing
her with it. “I don’t know if you deserve my cock, pig.
I don’t know why I would desecrate my dick by putting
it into your sloppy disgusting asshole. Tell me why you
deserve my cock, cunt.”
She moaned as he moved the head of his cock from her
clit to her asshole and back again. “I, uhhh, Sir, I
don’t deserve it, Sir, but I would do anything for you.
I am a worthless, disgusting piece of meat and I exist
only to suffer for your pleasure, Sir. My whole life
has lead up to this moment, Sir.”
She couldn’t believe the words that were coming out of
her mouth. It was like she was on auto-pilot and some
strange part of her that had never existed until Sir
had created her had taken control of her body.
“That’s right, cunt, you don’t deserve this. Do you
know what you do deserve? You deserve to drink my piss
and maybe on one special, special day, you might one
day deserve to eat my shit, what do you think about
that?”
Again, no hesitation from Mira. “Yes, Sir, I deserve to
have my mouth filled with your piss and your shit and
I’d thank you for both, Sir. It would be an honor to
drink your piss and eat your shit.”
At that, he started pressing the head of his cock into
her ass. Lubed only by the juices from her cunt and his
pre-cum, it was so tight that it actually hurt him to
try to force it in. Mira’s head exploded with pain. She
had heard the expression “blinding pain” before and now
she knew what it meant.
Her vision became nothing but a bright white light as
her brain tried frantically to detach itself from the
torture that was happening to her asshole. She moaned
and buried her face into the dirty bedspread. She was
determined to endure whatever he needed her to take in
order for him to mark her as his own.
He grunted as he pressed himself into her ass. Every
millimeter felt like a victory as he rammed himself
into his willing little slave girl. Her muscles
strained against his cock and her back arched from the
pain. When the head of his cock was finally inside her,
he reached up, grabbed her by the hips and slammed
himself inside of her.
She screamed into the bedspread. The pain was surreal
in its intensity. She couldn’t imagine that childbirth
could be worse than that. Her whole asshole felt like
it was being ripped apart and coated with acid. It
burned and it ached and she briefly wondered if he had
torn her apart back there. A patina of sweat appeared
on her back and tears now fell freely from her eyes.
Still, she didn’t tell him to stop or try in any way to
get away from this brutal assault.
He was all the way inside of her then, his balls
brushing against her shaved pussy. He reached down and
picked up his belt, still warm from beating her
earlier, and wrapped it around her neck. She gurgled as
it cut into her windpipe. He took the ends of the belt
and pulled it tight against her throat and began
fucking her, pulling his cock nearly out of her ass and
then slamming it back in.
The sounds coming out of her mouth were inhuman. Her
whole world had been reduced to this moment. Her mind
couldn’t concentrate on anything except forcing herself
not to protest this invasion. The tears were flowing
hard now as she repeated over and over to herself,
“This is what you deserve. You’re here to please him
and this is the use he needs from you.” He slammed her
into the bed, literally fucking the wind out of her
lungs, and choked her with the belt. He cared nothing
for her pain or her pleasure, just using her as a piece
of meat and a sheathe for his cock.
“Take it, you piece of shit,” he growled at her, still
pistoning in and out of her as brutally as he could.
“Open yourself up for me and take my cock up your
filthy, disgusting ass.” She moaned and tried to push
back onto his cock, trying so hard to please him
despite the agonizing pain rippling through her anus.
She was nothing, an empty vessel who existed only for
the pleasure of this violent, sadistic man. Her earlier
life as a daughter and a sister and a friend meant
nothing to her at this moment. She belonged to him, her
heart, her body and her soul, and anything he wanted to
do to her was a gift from him in her mind. She tried to
stop herself from screaming or from passing out,
concentrating on breathing and pushing back onto his
cock, trying hard to ignore the pain and the light-
headedness caused by the belt against her throat.
Finally, he was coming close to his release. Growling,
he sped up the pace of his assault. She started to moan
and then to wail softly, gurgling when he’d pull the
belt tighter against her windpipe. “Do you want my cum
up your ass, cunt?”
Her voice was barely a throaty whisper. It was wracked
with pain and stifled by the choking belt. “Yes, Sir,
please. I’d do anything to have your cum up my
disgusting ass.”
That was all he needed to hear. Groaning, he came
inside of her, pulling the belt tight and cutting off
her air supply completely. She felt the world go black
and she passed out, her last thought a feeling of pride
that he had indeed taken her ass virginity and had cum
inside of her bowels.
A few minutes later, she was awakened with a splash of
water across her face. “Get up, bitch,” he ordered.
Wincing, she struggled to her feet. He pulled her down
by the hair and forced her to kneel at his feel. He
pushed his cock against her lips. “Clean your filthy
ass off of my cock, pig,” he told her.
She didn’t hesitate, taking him in her mouth reverently
and licking off every speck.