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Markus (Mayshar x FK)

Markus enjoyed watching and hearing her gag on his cock. It was a better sound then her bitching or whining all the time. He let go of her head and crossed his arms again. He never intended to control her this time, but he had to teach her, to show her what he wanted. The ultimate goal was to have HER want to do everything he wanted and to be controlled. She obviously wasnt there yet.

"Nice tight throat, all those years of bitching made your mouth strong bitch. Show hubby Markus what you got...."

He leaves her free to her own devices, wanting to see if she can truly pleasure him with her mouth and throat. His eyes show no sign of tenderness, anger still boiling deep within from the days events.
 
She looked upa t him only for an instant, the anger in his eyes renewing the fear in her belly, and her eyes dropping quickly again. Her tears were still hot on her cheeks, but she began working her head back and forth, never letting his cock come completely out of her throat, her tongue struggling to work the thick shaft as her jaw began to ache. Still, she did not stop.

Her hand continued to work between his legs, moving from his scrotum to his taint at uneven intervals. She was still trembling as she knelt on the glass, and she hoped that when she stood, there wouldn't be pieces of it sticking out of her knees.

She squeezed his balls gently, not wanting him to think she was trying to get too rough with him, There would be a day where she tried to take her revenge out on his body, but it was not today, not now. SHe could almost feel the heat of his anger on her head as she sucked him hard and fast.
 
Markus kept his gaze on her the entire time she was sucking him off. Even if she wasnt looking up, she could feel his eyes on the top of her head. His anger seemed to grow, she could feel the blood rushing to his crotch. His knuckles cracked as he clenched both fists under his arm pits. His voice seethed with rage....

"Your not choking cunt. I dont want to hear anything except gags and gasping for breath. Obviously you need another lesson..."

He obviously wasnt happy with the way she was going about her duty. His chest was clenched, showing off his defined peck muscles through his bear like hair. Even his thighs seemed to tense up as if he was about to bring his full might right down onto the back of her neck. His cock gets a little stiffer and more engorged, as the blood rushes into its long shaft.
 
She gives a cry around his cock, just his words enough to make her afraid, the tensing of his entire body enough to incite terror. She pulls back and lets his cock out of her throat so that when she pushes forward she chokes and gags on it. Tears run a bit faster down her face at the idea that she has to torment herself to get him off, but she is afraid of his wrath, afraid that he will strike out at her again.

She had never been afraid of a man's anger before, the concept was new, but it was obvious that it had sunk in deeply. SHe began to gag and choke herself on his cock over and over again quickly forcing it in and out of her throat at a rate much faster than she wanted to. Her throat was going to be sore all night, even if she wasn't forced to repeat the process later, but with the rest of her body unusable, she knew she probably would.
 
Markus stayed in a rage it seemed while his cock was bruising the back of Bryn's throat. The tightening of her esophagus on his cock was intense, pushing him near release rather quickly. Her tears and choking only driving him further and further into blind passion. The sound of crushing glass comes from below him as her weight shifting with each head thrust destroys more of the bathroom that her and Mary will have to fix up at some point.

"Thats a good little bitch...FUCK yea take it all you whore....daddy's useless poker whore..."

He grunts as she keeps pounding her face into his stomach, his load coming up from his balls as she continues to fondle them like a proper cock sucking slut should. He drops his arms and places a hand up against the wall to brace himself, her attacking as his dick making him lose his balance a bit. His finger nails dig into the wall as he fights back an orgasim, her talents coming to bare on him all at once is almost too much.

"Shit...bitch....guhhhh.....swallow...it...all.....dont..drop....any......"

His sentence is cut off as he screams with the release of his semen. His hands grab her head roughly and he forces his cock all the way down her throat. He shoves past he gag reflex, not caring if it makes her puke as she swallows all of him. He shoves himself all the way up to his stomach, no part of his cock outside of her mouth. Like a fire hose, his dick spits cum so deep into her throat there was hardly any chance to swallow anything. He rides out the entire episode with his cock deep in her throat, his fingers dig into her already beat up face and head.

He doesnt pull out until his balls have nothing left to give, he throws her head away from him, letting any vomit, saliva, blood, cum or any other fluid fly around from her mouth all over herself and the floor as he pulls his dick out. His chest rises and falls, as if he just had a good workout, the last cum seeming to drain alot of his energy.
 
Bryn struggled as Markus began releasing himself, holding her head and face painfully. SHe squirmed under him, wanting to break free, but she was stuck. As he pulled his cock out she fought to hold the contents of her stomach down. She only barely succeeded because there wasn't much in her stomach, no one had even fed her since Markus had claimed her. SHe was crying as she coughed up the cum she had choked on, and a bit of blood from her raw throat. She doubled over some, her hands falling to the bottom of the tub near Markus; feet as he worked at regaining himself.

Finally, Bryn looked up at him, as she began to breathe a little more normally herself. She was still afraid to move, afraid he would think she was trying to run again. She blinked away tears, and finally, for the first time since she had gotten there, raised her hand to wipe the tears away, a silent acknowledgment of her own pain and fear. She wiped at her face a few times, smearing some blood from ehr cut hands over her cheeks. She looked down at her hands in surprise and started sobbing harder, aware of how little he cared about any non-permanent damage done to her.

Suddenly, words she never expected spilled form her mouth, "I'll never heal before the wedding. I'll be a bruised and bloody bride." It was possibly the most will breaking realization of all. SHe had always dreamed of a big white perfect wedding, and instead . . . she would be lucky if he didn't bend her over and fuck her at teh altar.
 
Markus wiped his face off with the inside of his arm, his breathing still heavy and labored as Bryn spit up cum and other things all over the floor. He watched her closely, watched her body language and got the impression he just might have started to break her in. He looked around the bathroom, it was in shambles. He hadnt gone off that bad and tore the house up since he had first found out Mary was a lesbian. The house needed to be remodeled after that day. Mary did too, she was in the hospital for 2 weeks.

"Dont you worry none about the wedding darlin, it will be perfect. Would Markus lie to you?"

He almost chuckled to himself as he asked the question, but he let it linger in the air a few moments before continuing.

"You need to clean up this mess. Get all this glass and shit picked up, dont worry about the repairs right now. That can come later. But clean all the shit up in here, especially that shit there...i told you swallow all of that."

He points towards the cum and spit she had let fall onto the floor as he pulled his cock out of her mouth. He looks around the bathroom one final time before turning to head out the door.

"When your done in here, come to me in the living room. Id suggest you hurry if you want to get some rest and food later. The longer you take in here the longer youll go without both."

He heads towards the door of the bathroom and strolls down the hall. He plops himself on the couch where he had woken up earlier and turns on the T.V. Through the static, it looks like football is on, something else Markus enjoys.
 
Bryn didn'T start truly sobbing until Markus left the room. She curled down a little and let herself break down for the first time. She didn't even bother to move out of the glass yet, she just cried. It was probably 5 minutes before she finally started cleaning up. She began collecting the glass, not caring if it cut her, she was already so cut and bloody it wouldn't matter, and she could feel a few parts of her truly starting to swell.

Pulling a trash can from under the sink she began throwing the glass in it, even taking the parts that were still in the frame out. When she was down she ran the water, and mopped up the floor, cleaning up the mess she had made, and finally wiping herself down to remove the blood, carefully removing pieces of glass.

When the bathroom was taken care of she slipped back into Mary's bedroom and got out the little contained, putting a few creams on her cuts to make sure she didn't get any infections, and taking another strong pain killer. It would probably knock her out before long,a nd should have been taken with food, but she didn't care.

As she put the kit back she walked back out to Markus, the trash can in hand, her head down. She stood beside the tv, afraid to get in front of it. SHe wasn't really sure where to take the broken glass, so for the moment she just held on to the can, waiting for directions, no longer crying, but her eyes were puffy and red.
 
Markus sighs deepily as he watches Bryn stand next to the tv like a lost puppy. He grumbles to himself as he pulls his way up off the couch and walks over to her, standing next to her with his arms crossed and his head looking down at her. He sticks one hand out open, waiting for the garbage bag.

"Give me that, and go back into the bedroom and grab some clothes. Also bring her medical kit out here. And hurry the FUCK up, I'm missing my game."

He leans over to watch the screen move even as he says that. The images hard to make out with all the static but he seems to know whats going on anyway.
 
Handing him the garbage back quickly, Bryn flinched as Markus yelled at her. She ran back into the bedroom and grabbed the kit, fumbling for a moment. She almost forgot clothes, but ran back to the closet and grabbed a little sundress. Pulling on underwear, she grabbed the sundress and pulled it over her head. It was very feminine, and very flattering. She didn't imagine Mary looked as good in it, what with her fewer curves, and the green made Bryn's red hair stand out brighter. As she came back out she looked up at him.

"I . . I already cleaned what I could get . . and but neosporin on them." She didn't want him to feel like he had to take care of her, she knew there was a price for everything, but still, she held on to the kit, ready to hand it over if he asked.

"I . . I can get Mary to do anything you haven't."

It wasn't that she didn't want him to take care of her, if he wanted, she jsut, didn't expect it.
 
Markus sighs again, amazed at her sudden eagerness, thinking he actually wanted to do anything for her after the morning she had put him through. He shoves the medical kit back at her, not wanting it for himself. He hands her back the trash bag as well, not thinking for a minute he planned to take that out.

"Are you kidding me bitch? Take that shit out to Mary. Throw the bag in the compost heap behind the dog house."

He starts shoving her toward the door of the house, not being real gentle but he doesnt feel like throwing her around. He pushes her outside and shoves her down the steps. He half leans out the door, still completely naked. His cock dangles between his legs.

"MARY!! This bitch needs some more fixin up. I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU HURT HER ILL RIP YOUR HEART OUT!! We get married in a week and she had better be ready for our wedding night."

He shouts at Mary, not just so he is heard but also to make his point. He doesnt want any fucking around.

"Also, I suggest you both eat some of that dog food, cause after the day youve put me through neither of you deserve any real food."

He slams the door shut and heads back inside to finish watching his game. Mary knows better then to disobey him, and she understand the unspoken orders to not fuck Byrn up, and the obvious rule of dont let her get away. Its at that point, Bryn realizes Markus has never asked her real name. Does he intend to marry a nameless red haired sex slave?
 
Bryn was not surprised as he pushed the kit back at her, and she fumbled with the trash can as she was pushed a bit roughly, but not overly so. As she stumbled down the stairs she looked back up at him, flinching as he yelled at Mary. Mary watched as the bitch dropped the trash int eh compost heap and made her way to the dog pen. SHe bared her teeth. It looked like the girl was goign to cry. Bryn remembered as she got there how big the dogs were, and her hands shook as they barked at her. SHe wanted to cry again.

As she opened the gate, a couple of the dogs crowded in and she yelped, jumping back some. One of them almost got loose, but Mary grabbed it, screaming at Bryn.

"What the hell is wrong with you, you stupid bitch. Do you know how hard it is to catch these fuckers if they get loose?" She grabbed Bryn and dragged her in quickly, slamming the gate shut and kicking one of the dogs.

Bryn backed away from them as they closed in, sniffing and licking her, one of them, presumably the alpha male, growling at her. She felt the tears coming back and held the kit out to Mary.

Mary took it roughly and shoved her to the ground. She glared at her for wearing one of her dresses, but said nothing off hand. Instead she opened the kit and set to cleaning and covering each of the glass wounds, more than slightly more aggresive than she had to be.

Bryn was trying to to cry out when one of the dogs stuck it's nose in her face, and she jumped back. Mary slapped her hard on the ass.

"Lay still bitch, it's just a fucking dog."

"I'm . . scared of dogs . . " Bryn looked up at the dog with fear as it wagged it's tail at her. The alpha was nearby eyeballing her.

"No, fucking really?" Mary's voice dripped with sarcasm as she finished up and pushed the bowl of dog food at Bryn.

Bryn stared at it for a long time, but she was hungry- painfully so, so in teh end she just picked up a piece of dry food and crunched it. SHe wanted to sob, it tasted horrible and there was no way sh was drinking out of the water all the dogs had been sticking their tongues into. So she suffered, and ate until she was no longer hungry, then cowered in a corner of the pen until Markus wanted her back.
 
Markus sat back down on the couch and went back to watching his game. He tilted his head a moment, as if trying to remember something then sighed and got back off of the couch. He stomped over to the fridge and pulled out a beer. He popped the top and downed it all in 3 gulps. He reached back in and grabbed 2 bottles of water. He walks back over to the door to the trailer and slams it open.

"Here, drink something bitches. I dont have to fuckin give you everything around here. Take care of your god damn selves. You arent fuckin children, you might be useless but your smart enough to know when you need to eat and shit. So just fuckin do it."

He tosses the closed bottles over the fences into the dog pen. One heads towards Mary and the other towards Bryn.

"Oh, and darlin, remember you still owe me a hole this evening."

He heads back into the trailer again and slams the door. He decides not to bother them again for awhile, wondering if Mary will tell her when she is to come in and do her duty. He already warned her she had better train the bitch. Markus might have to extract some trailer park justice this night yet.
 
It was nearly a week before Brynn made waves again. She behaved herself, gave herself up when Markus asked, and learned her duties quickly. Though she showed some signs of getting her old mouth back, she did her best to avoid another beating as much as she could. For the most part, she slept int he house with Markus, always in his reach.

She learned to cook for Markus, although she was a horrible cook, and she cleaned, and even fed the dogs. She was coming along nicely, although inside she was beginning to chafe.

Finally it came to the day of the wedding. Bryn woke in bed, her body pressed against Markus' chest. He had not abused her ass in the last week, but she knew Mary would certify her fuckable today. She buried her face in a pillow and did not move, she didn't want to wake Markus yet. SHe wasn't looking forward to teh days' events, she knew by the end of them she would hardly be able to walk.
 
Markus woke up that morning with a smile on his face. He knew what day it was, and had been waiting for this day all week. It had been hard for him not to takes Bryn's ass, he had wanted to so many times. He couldnt wait to get a taste of it again, it had been fare too long. He hadnt even fucked her pussy all week, saving them both for this special day. He couldnt go long without sex though, so Mary, his sister had been quite busy picking up the slack for both women. Her ass hadnt been so sore in a long time. Bryn had been using her mouth alot, which Markus seemed to be satisfied with, but she could tell he was always thinking of something else.

He was pleased with how well Bryn had taken to her new life, she was even starting to get back some of her previous spunk, which he half way enjoyed because it was more fun to force her to suck and swallow his cum after she had gotten brave and a bit mouthy. He hadnt had any reason to really beat her all week, Mary, on the other hand hadnt gone a day without something hitting her. She had gotten quite mouthy and irritating since Bryn had arrived, and if she hadnt been his sister would most likely be dead. It may even have been her ass that kept her alive, without it Markus wouldnt have had one to fuck all week.

All of that was over now though, it was thier wedding day. Bryn was healed up enough to fuck, in every hole, and Markus had so many surprises in store for his bride today, it would be a day she would never, ever forget. He couldnt think of a better way to start, then to have his wife swallow his cock on the morning of their wedding. Something about Bryn made him enjoy having her do the work with her mouth. Maybe it was your previous attitude, her former status in life, he wasnt sure. But he very much enjoyed scaring her into sucking his cock and swallowing his cum on her own, without needing to use force. Besides, there would be much forcing later in the day and night he was sure...

He looked down at her laying against his bare chest, both of them were completely naked. He still couldnt get over her body, so petite and voluptuous. He almost lost it right there, he wanted to spring up and just turn her around, hanging her half off the bed and take her ass right then. It would be almost virgin again, he could hardly contain himself. But, he didnt want to ruin the plans he had for the day. He could tell she was awake, but trying to pretend she wasnt. His anger began to build....

"Why am I awake, with my cock not wet and surrounded by your mouth bitch? Didnt we go over this?"

His hand grabbed her head and lifted her face off of him, forcing her to look up into his eyes, which were boiling over with rage already. The one thing other then daring to disobey him, was to not perform your duties properly and with all of your gusto. He threw her face down into his crotch, deciding to test her on the morning of her wedding. This day could play out in several ways, he wanted to see which way she chose.
 
Bryn cried out a little as he grabbed her head, but her eyes didn't hold the fear at first. A week without beatings had made her brave. Not brave enough to outright disobey hi. As her head was thrown down she dug her fingers into his leg, but opened her mouth and took him in.

"I'm sorry, Markus." Her voice was flat, it held no sincerity.

Her body was tense, as if all of her wanted to just scream at him, but she kept herself carefully contained. She began to work her mouth up and down his shaft, working his cock into her throat. She had had much practice as of late, and when she pushed it in she gagged on it, forcing it in so that she would choke. All of the things she had in mind, now was not the time to piss him off. He would be mad enough already by the end of the day, she was almost certain.
 
Markus grinned as Bryn took his cock into her mouth. He could tell her fiery attitude was returning in force. He had been FAR too lenient with her over the week. That was a mistake he planned to rectify today. She would never have guessed what Markus had set up for their wedding. She would never forget, and would never again think she had anything left to live for except to please him.

His strong hand grabs the back of her head as she works him deep into her throat. She had at least learned to gag on his cock well. Now she did it like a regular professional whore. He had always known she would be good at it, it was in her blood. He forces her head down on him further, really making her choke and gasp for air. He watches her work, loving to see her attack his cock like a good little slut. He let his mind drift off to the days events..dreaming of what he was going to do do every part of her body.
 
Bryn struggled a little as he forced her further down, really choking, but she continued to suck. Her ass moved as she squirmed, but she never stopped moving her head, as lng a she allowed, and continued to seek his pleasure. Her hand went between his legs and began caressing his scrotum.

She wanted to punch him in the gut- even if it was a wall of a gut, and run for her life before he made her his for ever. SHe wanted to scream obscenities at him from a safe distance, but she hadn't figured out a way to make any of that happen.

And she was worried, becuase as of yet, Markus had not mentioned a wedding dress. SHe sincerely hoped he wasn't going to make her get married naked, cuase if he was she was goign to get beating for tlaking back.
 
Markus got more forceful over time, his mind racing about what he was going to do later. His hand pulled her hair roughly as he goes even deeper, blocking her air passage all together. He reaches out with his other hand and grabs her throat, holding her head like nothing more then an object as he starts thrusting up into her hard enough to make her brain rattle. His thrust are vicious and without remorse as he wants to hear her choke and gasp for breathing, fearing for her life. It was quite possible to choke a girl to death like this, and Markus would be lying if he told anyone the thought never crossed his mind.

He jackhammers her mouth hard, before gripping her so roughly around her neck it was bound to leave marks everyone at the wedding would see. His cock releases a massive amount of cum deep into her throat, as if he had been holding back most of the week. His pelvis thrusts with each load, as if trying to force it down further.

Once he has finished and he was sure she swallowed every drop, he threw her off of him and got off the bed quickly, his arms reaching high into the sky as he stretched and yawned.

"Thats better darlin, I hope you liked your breakfast. It should hold you over till tonight, when i fill you up again."

He walked over to the closet and looked in at the half leather half jean suit he had gotten for the occasion. He had already ripped the arms off the jacket turning it into a vest. He looks back over his shoulder at Bryn,

"Come dress me bitch. We need to get out there, the wedding starts shortly."
 
Bryn struggled as Markus began to be rough on her, abusing her head and throat. Tears came to her eyes as she struggled for air, unable to get any. She hands dug into his thighs as she was forced to take his cock over and over again, and fear made her heart race. As he unloaded in her, she fought to take it all, her nails making shallow cuts in his thigh.

When he released her she fought for air, her lungs aching as she fought not to cough up his cum. She curled up in a ball for a moment. She would never- NEVER- get used to that. She had to get out of this before she became stuck in a life of intimidation and abuse.

She looked up at him through the tears she was blinking back and made a face, which she quickly tried to hide. A denim suit? She couldn't' believe it. And he didn't even have the decency to leave the sleeves.

It took everything she had not to say anything as he ordered her to dress him, about the suit at least. She failed at keeping her mouth completely shut though.

"My name ISN'T bitch, damn it, it's Bryn. You should at least have the decency to know my name before you marry me!"

She jerked the pants off the hanger and growled, falling to her knees and picking his foot up, pulling first one, then the other leg on and jerking his pants up roughly. She was careful, when she closed them, not to catch anything in the fly. She was mouthy, she wasn't out to die.
 
Markus let her finish with his pants, not wanting to risk anything getting caught in the zipper before he decided to inact his form of justice. His hand shot out quickly and wrapped around her throat, his fingers closed tightly and could almost touch each other as his massive hand gripped her tiny neck. He lifted her off the ground with one arm, bringing her face up to his at his full near 7 foot height. He brings her nose up to his, the anger burning in his eyes.

"I will call you bitch, that is all you are Bryn is no more. You had better learn that cunt or you wont live to see your wedding."

He grinned evilly as his tongue slips out and licks the tears off of her cheeks. He laughs demonically under his breath right into her ear before dropping her back to the ground.

"Now bitch, the rest of my outfit. If for any reason you think Bryn still exists, today will shatter your world forever...I like that."

He adjusts his crotch a bit, making sure his cock is snug and comfortable. He knows Mary was already at the chapel, she had been since last night getting everything ready and preparing the event. If she hadnt been he might have fucked her in the ass before leaving, but as it stood he didnt have a choice. It was obvious his anger had been building all week, wanting to get Bryns ass but not being able to. As good a fuck as his sister could be, she wasnt Bryn. And he knew it. After tonight, Bryn wouldnt be Bryn anymore either, she just didnt know it yet.
 
Bryn would have screamed- if she could. Instead, she hung form his hand, both of her hands wrapped around his wrist as tears ran quickly down her face. She kicked her feet some, struggling to be let free. Her throat ached, she would be horribly marked by the wedding, and that both angered and hurt her. She wanted to be pretty, even if she didn't want the marriage.

As Markus corrected her to his ways, she stared at him, The fear in her eyes was real. Her feet were nearly two feet off of the ground, and she was helpless. She couldn't even nod.

As she hit the floor she again sobbed. She didn't' get up as quickly this time. Instead, she took a moment to regain her ability to breathe, and to try to stop her tears. By the time she stood she had only succeeded in the first of the two. She picked up his vest, raising it up and putting each of his arms into it. She never looked at his face as she buttoned the few buttons, instead she stared at his broad chest. She would need some time to recover from the latest attack. It had left her shaken.
 
Markus' eyes never left her as she worked on his clothes. She could feel his gaze every moment, his eyes burning into her. She could feel his muscles tensed all over his body, like he was going to strike out at her at any moment. He could see her trembling before him, the look almost got him hard again right there. He was beginning to see her break again, which was good. But he couldnt wait to see her after the day was over.

He adjusted the vest to make sure it was on right and buttoned correctly, then looked back into the closet at his snake skin boots, specially made and shined for this wedding.


" Expect me to get married in my bare feet darlin?"

He still hadnt mentioned anything about her getting dressed, or what she was going to be married in, but he seemed awefully angry she was going to let him walk down the aisle with no shoes on.
 
"I'm sorry . . . " Her voice was stri=ong, and she did not stutter, but she never raised her head. Instead she went and got his boots and a pair of socks. Sitting on the floor in front of his feet- a place she always thought dangerous to be- she lifted first one foot, then the other, pulling on his socks then his boots.

When she was done she stood and backed away. Finally she looked at him, and her tears had dried. SH ehad even wiped them away at some point.

"What am I going to wear?" SHe sounded tired as she spoke, partly defeated. SHe never would have guessed he would actually make her walk down the isle without at least a dress.
 
Markus nodded in the mirror by the closet at himself, he cleaned up quite well he thought. He was mostly ignoring her as he grabbed a metal briefcase from the back of the closest. He checked to make sure it was locked and walked over to Bryn. He handed her the metal case, it was quite heavy but nothing she couldnt handle. He looked her in the eyes and reached up with one hand to wipe way her tears, trying to make her presentable.

"Your wearing it darlin. I hope your not a shy gal, my pals are gonna love you."

He cracked a smile and shoved her out the bedroom door. His hand grabbed her by her long hair and half dragged her down the hall outside and down the steps. He stopped by his bike and let her go, he swung one leg over and kicked started the engine. He looked back over his shoulder at his soon to be slave,

"You coming hun? Dont wanna be late for your own wedding do you?"
 
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