Ava’s POV
Later in the evening, after sweating and working my ass off as a slave – well, I was nothing more than a slave. As he stated, my soul and body belonged to him.
“Just be my sex slave obediently, and you’ll never feel the agony you did before,” he said, clutching my shoulder.
I could feel his heated breath on my neck as he inhaled and exhaled deeply into my neckline. He started smooching my neck and chiseling my ass in his hands until I couldn’t take it anymore.
Why should I give in to a monster like him? Why should he get to decide whether or not I should do something? He harassed and fucked me in front of his friends. He made me work all night, and now that I was about to lay my head down, he was back to fuck my anus again?
“Mr. Drake… Master, I’m drained. Can I at least get some rest for today?” I begged, my voice weak.
“What do you mean rest when your master is damn horny and a mere slave like you wants to rest?” he mocked, smooching my neckline.
“But, master, I’m exhausted and weak. I’ve been working all day without having any rest,” I murmured.
“Who cares about that? That is part of your job to tidy up the room and satisfy your master!” he yelled as he began to caress my torso.
“No, no!”
The next thing he did was rip off my clothes, which included the new dress he had given me. I had been struggling to adjust to him and his manner towards me, but I’ve had enough. I clenched my fist and punched him hard in the face, serving him right.
“I told you to let go of me!”
“You, bitch!” he groaned, blood oozing out from his nose. “I’m going to make you suffer!”
He grabbed an iron bolt and began whacking me with all of his strength and might. I never pleaded because even if I did, he would never stop. He was like a vicious animal. He was heartless.
“Argh!”
He smacked me on the stomach, causing me to let out a scream.
“Please forgive me! I won’t do it again!” I finally begged, but he ignored my pleas.
The studs pierced my delicate skin. Each of the strokes brought me to my knees, begging for mercy. It left me with a deep cut. I screamed and pleaded with him to stop.
“Please, master! I’m aware of my mistake. Please spare me!” I screamed an agonizing one.
It felt like I was dying and my soul was surrendering. He was so cruel.
“Master, stop! I beg of you!” I wailed, and all of a sudden, he thwarted.
“Are you aware of your mistake?” he asked.
“Yes, master! I know I’m at fault. I recognize my mistake. I should never have raised my fist at you. Please forgive my stupidity,” I tried to persuade, lowering my head.
“Since you’re aware of your mistake, you should also be aware of the consequences. I forgive you. After all, I’m too nice to be angry with you. Now, what you’re going to do is to please me. Satisfy your master,” he whispered. “But first, go clean yourself up. I don’t want to fuck your bloody self.”
Bastard! He whipped me so hard that he looked like he wanted to kill me, and now he wanted me to wash up. In this condition, he was even still thinking of having sexual intercourse with me. He was the epitome of the devil.
Why was my life like this? Didn’t I deserve to be happy and loved in my life? Why wasn’t anyone coming to save me before he decided to kill me? Why wasn’t anyone paying attention to my scream?
I kept pleading for help. I wanted to be saved. I didn’t have any strength left, but it didn’t hurt like it used to. I suppose my body was starting to adapt to his heinous torture.
I struggled to get up and walk slowly to the bathroom. I turned on the shower, and warm water dripped onto my skin. It stung, but I put up with it.
“Get in here and be fast with whatever you’re doing!” yelled Mr. Drake from the room.
“Should I just accept my life as it is?” I mumbled to myself.
“No, you should not. You should never give in to him,” a voice from nowhere said.
I was stunned. I looked around, but no one was inside the bathroom apart from me. I carefully unlocked the bathroom door and saw only Mr. Drake. He was leaning against the veranda railings, smoking a cigarette.
“Who are you?” I asked the unknown voice. “Please tell me who you are.”
I continued to ask, but no one responded. Well, perhaps I started hearing strange things due to the severe pains I was undergoing.
I approached him after taking my bath. He was still smoking his cigarette in the same spot. I nearly coughed out my lungs when I sniffed the smoke-filled air.
“Get on the bed and show me your ass,” he said, motioning for me to do so.
I walked over to the bed and laid down before showing him the view of my ass. He was done smoking after a while.
He began to unbutton his pants. He was hideous, with disgusting hair covering his entire body. He went over to me and started kissing me. His breath sucked. It stank like hell.
He grabbed my ass before smacking it, and he inserted his fingers into my anus. I arched my back. Despite being fucked so many times by him, my body never submitted to his touch, and I never modified to him. He started fucking me with his fingers, but I kept mum.
“Bitch, why aren’t you giving me a moan?” he demanded.
“I’m sorry, master, but I don’t know how to moan.”
“Why? Are you not enjoying my touch or what I’m doing with your body? Well, slaves aren’t allowed to enjoy their master’s touch, so only I am entitled to enjoy all of you. Your body belongs to me,” he declared.
“Yes, master. I belong to you. My body belongs to you,” I said, agreeing with him. It worked because he was pleased.
“I am pleased with you. Should I reward you by making you a woman?” he whispered, licking my ear lobe.
I was surprised by what I heard. He wanted to take my virtue, my womanhood.
“No, master. Please don’t reward me,” I begged, swallowing hard.
“What? You don’t want me to fuck your cunt?” he asked, fingering me faster and deeper. “Do you hate my touch, huh?”
“No, no… You misunderstood me, master. I don’t hate your touch on my body.”
“Really? I thought you disliked my touch, slave. Don’t be afraid, baby. I’m still enjoying your anus. I’m saving your womanhood for later. If you obey me, I will keep you forever and even promote you from my sex slave to my mistress. I will never sell you to just anyone,” he said.
What the fuck? Who is his slave? I pondered in my mind. He even wanted me to be his mistress? He must be insane. He was planning to keep me forever? That cheap trash. I owe nothing but myself. My life, my choice.
“Thank you for your grace, master,” I thanked him, forcing a smile. He was overjoyed, and even more so with my manipulation.
“Now, let’s get down to business,” he said as he resumed stroking his shaft before slamming inside my anus.
***
I had no idea how long I had slept, but I felt a pair of hands pull me up roughly. My eyes popped open in an instant.
“M-Master?” I uttered, trembling.
He’d come to fuck me again.
“What do you want, master?”
“What do you mean? You can guess what I want to do with you,” he said with a grin.
“I’m not sure what you want to do, master. I am only your slave.”
“I want my pleasure. I want to derive pleasure from your body. I’m damn horny, love.”
“I am so weak…”
He glared hard at me. “Remember, I own you. You’re mine, and stop being so stubborn with me!” he blurted out.
“I’m sorry, I’m just weak,” I apologized.
“Shut up, bitch! Don’t try to ignite me!”
He pulled my hair. I tried to pry it free from his grip, but he couldn’t put his hand on it any tighter.
“Don’t cause me any trouble. Don’t stress me out,” he growled, his voice enraged.
“Please don’t hurt me,” I said as tears welled up in the corner of my eye.
“Don’t cry. You’re making me mad. Do you want to be punished? If not, shut your freaking mouth before I help you with it!”
“I apologize, master. Please don’t punish me.”
I’ve been trying to bear the pain, but he was brutally dragging my hair, and I don’t think I could take it any longer. He loosened his hold on my hair.
“I don’t give a damn if you’re feeling weak or not. All I want is that you must satisfy my desires and needs,” he stated.
“Yes, master – Ah!” A scream escaped my lips when he shoved himself into me.
I threw my head back as I felt pain again. He let out a moan as he thrusted into and out of me, his grip tight on my waist as he fast fucked me. Each thrust he delivered made me cry uncontrollably. I was feeling frail, yet he showed me no mercy. Tears flowed unrestrained from my eyes.
“Master, please stop! I can’t take it anymore,” I cried, but he never stopped.
Instead, he continued to moan while I was in pain. He was inhumane. His moan was louder, and his grip on my waist tightened. He emptied himself inside my anus with more thrusts. I flopped onto the mattress helplessly before he stepped into the bathroom.
***
Mr. Drake’s POV
“Fuck!” I moaned as I fucked her warm anus.
She was so fucking sweet. I didn’t think I could ever get enough of her taste. It didn’t matter whether she moaned or not. Besides, why should I let go of her when I was getting my pleasure from her body?
“Yeah… Yes, fuck! That’s it!” I moaned louder as I tightened my grip on her waist. “I know you love it when I fuck your anus fast and rough like this, slave.”
I fucked her anus without mercy, even though she screamed and yelled for me to stop. With a few more thrusts, I emptied myself inside her before dropping her onto the bed.