Ava’s POV
“Please let me go!” I pleaded with a bloodstained vision.
I was struggling for air to breathe, while he was forcing a kiss on my lips, blocking his ears to my sobs, and neglecting my pleas.
“Please, stop!” I shrieked at the man in front of me, my Master.
“Enough, bitch,” he screeched.
He kicked me in my gut, and it whacked me hard to the ground. I scream out in anguish, I feel like my bone was shattered. I couldn’t control my sobs.
“Shut your mouth, bitch!”
My master punched me in the face. I wailed in pain. I could feel a scalding irritation on my cheek.
He pulled me up and clasped me by my throat, strangling me to my demise. My eyes widened in horror as I faced my cessation.
“No, no!” I cried out, booting my hands in the air.
He tightened his hand in my throat in anger. I couldn’t move again as he clasped it tighter.
“No, please! Don’t kill me, please!” I pleaded with him as tears moistened my cheeks. “Please?”
“You’re begging me now, bitch? You deserve everything that’s happening to you!” he sneered.
He finally let go, hurling me to the floor. My body throbbed as he began to brutally whack me, giving me a hostile stare as I screamed and pleaded for him to stop.
“You should enjoy this, bitch. Enjoy whatever your master has bestowed upon you,” he muttered.
Tears streamed freely from my eyes, watering down my cheeks. I sobbed more as he whacked heavily on my body. My torso bled out.
“No, no! Please, master, forgive me!” I screamed out in pain.
He finally let me go when he was pleased with whatever he was doing to me. Blood oozed out from my body. I was left like a mess on the floor. He leaned down and whispered viciously to my ear.
“Slave. I should have killed you. The only reason I keep you around is that your torso gives me pleasure. If you ever defy me again, I swear, I will get rid of you, once and for all. Do you understand me?” I nodded.
“You’re my slave, my property. Always remember that.” His eyes were filled with raw hatred. “I hate disobedient slaves.”
He was a pure terror.
“Baby girl, have some rest. I won’t fuck you in this state. I will be kind enough to let you have some rest. I don’t want you to die when serving your master,” he said as he walked out of the room, leaving me behind with my untreated wounds.
I was left alone in the room with my messed-up body. I suffered a lot from these two demons in human form, Mr. Drake and Mr. David. They were wicked souls from the trench of hell.
My body ached. I sustained injuries. He had beaten me to a pulp and I had lost strength and blood. I had constantly been tormented and molested by my master who always contended me as his slave, his property. I was a free-born, but now my life didn’t belong to me again.
After all of his inhumane acts, he left me with extreme wounds and discomfort. I struggled to take myself to the edge of the bed. The harshness of pain from my lower torso induces me to gasp out loud.
It was too much pain to endure. I felt like my body was shredded apart, and the pain inflicted a tiny tier of harsh sweat molded on my forehead as I battled to reach the bed.
***
My eyes spurt open when I heard a loud bang on the door. Oh, no. He was here again. He was here for me.
Panic. Pure fear rose in my body, making my torso freeze and immobilized on the spot. I tried to haul away, but I couldn’t. I remained laying on the floor.
He began to saunter towards me. He halted and crouched, caressing me on my thigh. I could feel his breath.
“Only I can touch your body. You’re only mine,” he whispered.
I could only nod my head. The pain was too strong.
“Take off your underwear and open your legs,” he commanded.
I couldn’t help twirling. My entire body was shuddering terribly on its own. Everything was inscribed all over my face. I became pale. I tried to get on my toes as I slowly took off my panties.
“Good. Now get on the bed.”
Without protesting, I slowly walked over to the bed and lay on it.
“Open your legs, slave. Don’t make me do it roughly for you.”
Gashes crammed through my eyes. I gently segregated my legs. My cunt reflected him as his eyes filled with lust. I shut my eyes not to see his naked self when he started to loosen his pants.
“What do you think you’re doing, baby girl?” he paused for a second. “Are you telling me my body is not worthy to drool on?”
I immediately opened my eyes. “No, master. You got it wrong.”
“I got you wrong? Then, why are you shutting your eyes up immediately as I started stripping myself up in front of you?” he asked.
What have I gotten myself into again? Why did I close my eyes? He was annoyed, and he was going to smash me and bruise my torso again.
“Nothing, master. Your body is just too precious for a slave like me to look at,” I blabbed.
His body was sickening with his disastrous pot paunch. Who in their right mind would drool over that kind of body?
“Oh. I see,” he smiled, pleased.
“I give you my permission to look at my body as you want, baby girl. Just put it in your head that you and your body are mine. Just make me happy, and I will give you the whole world. Stop opposing me again, and you’re going to enjoy me. Defy me, and you will see the beast that dwells in me. Disobey me, and I will never stop whacking and treating you badly. Relinquish me and enjoy my wealth together with me, and I’ll make you my mistress. Just make me happy,” he arrogantly declared.
What the hell was he talking about? Drool on his body? He treated me like his doll. Mistress? Who would want to be his mistress? I’d rather die than be his mistress.
This old man was evil, even more than my former master. Why was life so cruel to me? Why was my life like this? Why?
I was never born a slave. No one deserved to be a slave or to be treated like one. No one deserved inhumane treatment like this. I fucking abhorred them all. If I had the chance, I would slaughter him over and over again.
“Yes, master,” I smiled bitterly. “I will never defy you again, and thank you for wanting me to be your mistress.”
A mistress? He was old enough to be my grandfather.
“Good. Let’s get down to business,” he muttered as he swatted me on my pussy. He leaned down and sniffed it. “Oh, goodness. You smell so good, baby girl.”
“Thank you for your praise, master.”
“You’re now sensitive. I will never let you go. Let’s try something different, shall we?” he suggested.
“Something different?” I asked him. “Like what, master?”
“Today, I want to try fucking your anus.”
“I’m all yours, master,” I said, but I was crying my lungs out inside.
Oh, father! I abhor you.
“Do anything that pleases you, master. Do what makes you happy.”
He smirked. I saw his pleased look as he smiled down at me. He kissed and sniffed my hair like a dog.
“You’re going to enjoy this. I will fuck you slowly and nicely,” he breathed out his nasty breath, hitting my skin.
It made me want to puke. It was so gross. Mr. David turned me on my knees and with a fast thrust, he permeated inside my anus.
“Mmm,” he groaned before fucking me. “This is heaven. It’s so warm,” he moaned out in pleasure.
He began going inside me at a fast pace, giving out a nasty moan, but he stopped halfway.
“Why are you not moaning?” he demanded. “Don’t you like how I fuck you? Do you want me to go faster?”
He was shameless.
“I like it, master. I like the way you fuck me. It’s so sweet. I think it would be rude for a slave to be moaning and enjoying her master because you’re meant to enjoy everything,” was all I said.
He grabbed me tightly on my waist. “I told you, I give you the permission to drool and enjoy everything,” he moaned in between his response. “I’m your master. You’re my slave, my property. So, moan for me.”
Oh, goodness. How could I moan when I felt nothing? This was rape. He never asked for my consent before thrusting a dick into my anus. Now, he was asking me to moan for him.
I could only pretend to moan because I didn’t want him to whack my body. I’d had enough of whacking that day.
“Oh, yes, master. More, faster!” I moaned.
He started fucking me deeper, while he moaned like an animal. A feral beast.
“Yes. Do you like it?” he shamelessly asked me.
“Yes, master. I like it. I like the way you fuck me.”
He was relinquished in the ocean of my sweetness when I suddenly heard a loud bang. Blood scattered all over my face. He fell on my body, dead.
I cried out when I saw his dead body. Mr. David’s blood tinted the white sheet.
“Hello, dear,” a voice greeted me.