Patreon LogoYour support makes Blue Moon possible (Patreon)

Slave to Love (DareToDream & Loveme)

He watched her with desire, this lithe little slave of his, coming to do his bidding without a thought. Oh yes, the lesson earlier that day had made an impression on her. She didn’t want any more pain from him, at least not now, and he was glad to see that. While he didn’t mind beating her, he didn’t mind gentle occasionally too and if she did what she said tonight, he would do the same in return. Another moan left his lips as she continued to work him over, his cock responding to her touches almost immediately, slowly growing nice and hard. He wanted to grab her head and fuck her mouth for a moment but he didn’t; no, tonight was a demonstration in how well she could be treated if she only did what she was told.

When he was fully hard, his shaft aching to come, he pulled her mouth off him. “You did well, my little pet” he said. “Now it is my turn.” Sliding out from under her, he motioned towards the bed. “Lean down and put your ass in the air, baby, so I can lick that little pussy of yours until you cum. Only then will I fuck you nice and slow and gentle.” He waited for her to do as told while he moved into position, his mouth already watering from the thought of her taste. By putting her in that position, he was keeping her off her back so the pain in her back would be less.
 
Bella groaned, feeling his length becoming harder and harder the more she pleased him. The longer she done it, the more she could hear him moan with pleasure. When he pulled her away, she wiped her mouth. His words made her stomach ache, but she nodded to him.

Moving to the bed more, she leaned her head down on the pillows and pushed her ass in the air. Her arms leaning and giving her the support she needed to stay in the position she was. He was trying to keep her off of her back, which she appreciated greatly.

Taking a deep breath, she braced herself for his tongue. It would be the first time the man ever pleased her sweetly. All of the other times he had fucked her hard, brutally and hadn't thought twice about it. Tonight, was a different story.
 
He watched as she crawled into position, glad that there was no fight that night; he didn’t to beat her again, not when there were better ways to handle this. When she finally settled her body the way he wanted it, he moved in behind her and gently ran his hands over her legs, sliding them upward onto her thighs and then even higher. He lifted up each time he came to a lash mark so as not to hurt her, but kept his touch steady and soft, wanting her to enjoy it.

When he reached her butt, he spread her cheeks just a little and then leaned forward, drawing his tongue down her slit, moistening it. He wanted to hear her moans, wanted to feel her squirm…wanted her to like it. “Alright, my little slave, it’s time” he said. Lowering his head the entire way, his tongue flicked out and began to lick her pussy, drawing it from top to bottom and back again, each stroke slow and firm. Every now and then, he shifted, flicking that tongue over her tiny clit, wanting it to be nice and hard to this touch.
 
She did enjoy his touch, the way he was gentle with her. Being careful to lift his hand as he came across the welts on her back. But as soon as he crossed it, his hand went back to her skin. Putting enough pressure so she could feel it, and she enjoyed his touch. When he finally came to her butt, she could feel him pulling it apart, his tongue sliding down her slit. Bella moaned softly as his tongue crossed her, she squirmed lightly.

His tongue moved back and forth, crossing over her clit every once in awhile. Sending shivers down her back that she was sure he could feel. The next time his tongue reached her clit, she moaned. Her hands reaching out to grab the covers and hold them in her fist.

The gentle side of the man wasn't that bad, even she would admit that. But something told her he wouldn't always be that way. Even if she did listen. Over the next moments, she could feel her easier building. Increasing everytime he ran over her clit until finally it became hard. Being even more sensitive as he pleasured her.
 
With each lick of his tongue, her body responded to his touch, her shivers and moans evidence enough. It was exactly what her Master wanted, to have her humming in pleasure and enjoying it; he didn’t always have to be cruel and destructive. No, in truth, he preferred it this way more than the other but she’d have to earn this kind of touch. It was all part of his plan to break her, to make her his own, and her first response was a positive one.

His tongue continued to work her over, slowly sliding along her tight wet pussy, teasing and caressing every inch of her folds. Her clit got attention too, just little flicks of his tongue a time or two, but then it was time to step it up. Bringing one hand up, he slowly began to massage her pussy with his fingers while his tongue worked her little clit just a little harder. He knew her moans would get louder then, her body responding naturally, but it wasn’t enough. That’s when he slid two fingers inside her, pumping them in and out right as his lips closed over her clit and started suckling it. He wanted her to come once before he slid inside and so he worked to please her.
 
Humming in pleasure was what the slave was doing. His tongue was sending pleasure through her body quicker then she could handle. Her pleasure building and building. When his fingers started to rub against her pussy, she let even more louder moans escape her lips. The pleasure and kindness the man showed her was more then she had anticipated.

When that wasn't enough, she felt his fingers sliding into her. Pumping in and out as his mouth closed around her clit. When his mouth sucked, his fingers moved in. Bella's moans were becoming louder the more he pleasured her. She could feel her body starting to tense, her insides closing against his fingers. Knowing he would be able to tell that she was just mintues away from finishing.
 
One thing he’d learned as he’d grown up was how to please a woman and he could tell from her ever increasing moans that it was working on his little slave too. She was enjoying what he was doing to her, her body responding to the attention, and he knew she was mere moments away from coming. It wasn’t soon enough for him, not by far, and so he stilled those fingers then slowly removed them. She had gotten moist from his attentions, very moist indeed, and he took a moment to taste it before slowly shifting so he could mount her. As his hands gripped her hips, holding her in place, her Master slowly thrust inside her, the movement taking his cock long and deep inside her.

**

The two brothers stood at the foot of the stairs, straining for any noise from their father’s room. Bella had gone to him willingly after that horrible beating she’d received and they couldn’t really blame her. When that first moan of pleasure came though, they’d both jumped and when the rest followed, they stood in disbelief. “She’s fucking enjoying it!” Luke spat at Marcus, anger on his face. “Seems to be that way” Marcus answered, glancing up the stairs. “Sounds that way too. You didn’t really think she could keep getting fucked by him and not come to enjoy it, did you?” Luke just scowled in answer and stomped off.
 
Bella moaned as she felt herself coming closer and closer to cuming. But when he slid his fingers away from her, she groaned out. He had denied her the pleasure of finishing for now. That was until he mounted her and pushed himself into her. Gripping the sheets even more, she closed her eyes. The slave knew it wouldn't take long for herself to cum, but knew it would take longer for her master. She had enjoyed it, but what else was she suppose to do? Pretend like she didn't and have him fuck her until she did?

It was only a few days into the new life and Bella had already started developing feelings for Luke and even Marcus. Knowing that they could hear her, made her quickly hush as she thought about them. They had done so much for her and for her to enjoy their father fucking her sent pain down her insides. Making a note to talk to them when she could, she whimpered softly as she felt her body tensing up. Her insides once again clenching around his cock. The feeling of pleasure washing over her body as she let her orgasm take over.
 
His strokes were slow and steady, mindful of how sore he’d made her body earlier, his cock slipping in and out of her pussy with ease. Those moans continued for a moment or two and then she seemed to clamp her mouth shut, drawing a frown to his face, one that slid away when she whimpered next. All of a sudden her body jerked underneath him, the muscles of her pussy clamping down, and he felt the climax wash over her, causing her juices to soak his buried cock. “Oooh, yea, that’s it my pretty little slave. Let that orgasm take you while I fuck this gorgeous little pussy.” He deepened his strokes then, pumping deeper and harder into her, moaning at the effort. “Get ready to feel a wave of pleasure baby, ‘cause I’m not done with you yet.” With that, the old man reached underneath her and began to stroke her sensitive clit, wanting her climax to roll from to another to another, hoping for a session of multiples. His hips continued to pump at the same time, enjoying the pleasure it brought.

**

Marcus stayed at the stairs listening though he couldn’t exactly say why. Perhaps it was the sound of her breathy moans that captivated him or the knowledge that he might one day plow inside her too. When the whimper sounded, he knew she’d come at least once by then and that thought bothered him for some reason. With a sharp shake of his head, he too left the stairs, disappearing for a bit.
 
Some of her wanted him to be done, she was tired and still in pain from the beating. But he wasn't done. He kept on thrusting himself into her. Deeper and harder the more he thrusted into her. His hand worked its way around her, stroking her clit. It sent shivers down her spine, causing a wave of pleasure to come over her body once more. Shaking her head, she wanted to fall on the bed and sleep. Her orgasm wrapped around his cock once more, sending pleasure down her body once more.

Her body fell against the bed as the orgasm came to a stop. Her breathing heavy, her chest laying on the bed with his hands still wrapped around her. Bella whimpered softly. Closing her eyes, she started to speak. "Please... Just stop...." She knew it wouldn't work, but it was worth trying. All she wanted was to sleep, she didn't care where.
 
Her second orgasm came slower than the first, his hard strokes and the caress of his fingers finally bringing her over, and when her pussy clamped down on his cock hard, he moaned. The plea came shortly after, asking him to stop, but he ignored it. A slave’s place was not to beg unless ordered too, and he had not issued that order; she was his to use however he chose and until he came inside her, he wasn’t done. He held her hips tight and fucked her steadily, his strokes slow and deep now, drawing it out until finally he could last no longer. Throwing his head back, he gave a deep moan and his body went rigid, his cock twitching inside her as his hot seed poured forth. When he was finally done, he eased himself outside of her and let her flop to the bed, exhausted but also sated. He brushed a strand of hair off her face and then lifted it a bit, bringing her mouth near his cock. “Your job isn’t done, my little slave” he said, his voice gruff, almost angry now. “No sleep for you until you clean my cock completely.”
 
Bella wanted the night to be over with desperately, but he was ignoring her plea's. His hands were holding her hips tightly, bucking into her slow and deep. Taking his time until he was ready to cum. Her body could feel his cock twitching inside of her. His seed poured into her body as she grabbed the sheets, whimpering into them. When his orgasm finally stopped, she could feel him easing away from her. Her body flopped to the bed as she pulled her arms beneath her chest. Her head facing towards the man's body, eyes closed. When he brushed the strand of hair away from her face, she opened her eyes. His fingers were lifting her face, pushing it toward his cock. His voice was gruff, angry. Soon realizing he was probably no longer in a loving mood. Whimpering, her lips closed around the mans cock. Sucking and licking his cock clean, of her juice's and his.
 
The little whimper that escaped her mouth drew a big old grin from his aging lips and he tossed his head back with a moan as she began to clean him. The sex had been pretty damn good, he had to admit, and she’d loved every minute of it, her beaten body sating itself on his cock fairly well. His fingers reached down and he slowly shifted them through her hair, gently caressing the strands. “You did very good, my little slave. I thoroughly enjoyed fucking you tonight and I know you did too. This is what it can feel like when you don’t fight me all the time.” Pulling her off his cock then, he sat her up and let his hands glide gently over her body, circling her breasts and caressing her stomach. “I know you’re tired, my precious, so curl up under the sheets and get comfortable.” He pulled back the sheets and climbed in, then motioned for her to join him.

**

Downstairs, Luke was pacing in his room, agitated and annoyed. Bella had turned him down that day but had clearly enjoyed his father’s touches that night. That little bitch, he thought. Finally flopping into bed, he punched his pillow and then tried to settle in.
 
Bella was trying her best not to fall asleep on the man. Knowing that would only cause him to become angry and hurt her more. As he began to cares her hair, she closed her eyes and slowed her movements on his cock. The slow strokes of his fingers in her hair was making her sleepy, which was why she was glad to hear his voice breaking the silence. As he finished talking, he lifted her from his cock and set her up. Her ack leaning against the headboard of the bed. His hands gently caressed her body, circled her breasts. Closing her eyes, she could feel her breathing slow down. Her body relaxing. When he pulled the sheets back and motioned for her to get it, she whimpered and looked towards the bed. It wasn't where she wanted to sleep, but she didn't have a choice. Climbing in, she laid with her back against the mans chest, not touching. It wasn't long after that Bella was fast asleep with the covers pulled around her chin. The thought of Luke and Marxus out of her mind, the only thing there was sleep and how tired she was. Surely they would understand her position....
 
The minute his little slave was asleep, her body nestled close to his, the old man let the covers fall back into place. The heat from her body washed over him and he lightly trailed a finger up her side, sliding over her hip and rib cage with ease. She didn’t stir an he toyed with the idea of touching her more to see if he could wake her but he knew he’d hurt her badly that day and she needed the rest if she would be any good to him tomorrow. Settling in next to her, he soon drifted off to sleep, one arm slung around her waist, tucking her in close.

**

Downstairs, Luke tossed and turned in his bed, waiting to hear Bella’s footsteps as she came down the stairs. The longer he waited though, the more he didn’t hear it, and he got moodier. Finally sleep took him unexpectedly and he passed out, his body worn out from its own beating. In the room next door, Marcus stared at the ceiling, thinking about Bella and what she meant to his family. Her presence changed things, shook them up, and he wasn’t sure that he liked that.
 
Bella didn't stir an inch as he touched her body. She was worn out, to the point if complete exhaustion and it had taken over her body as soon as it was allowed too. She had held it back earlier, in fear of him beating her again. The slave stayed in the same position most of the night, until she turned onto her back. Her hair laid out across the pillow, the covers pulled up to her chest. That was the position she woke up in and boy did she regret it when she went to move. The whelps on her back were burning, red and hurting almost worse then the previous day. When she turned over on her stomach, she screamed lightly.

Knowing she would have to do be at his every becon call, made her stomach turn. Bella could feel the whelps burning more as she tried to adjust herself in the bed. Her scream probably would wake him up, but she didn't care at that moment. She wanted to know what was wrong with her and why it wad hurting worse then the day before. Having a few thoughts, she shook her head. She had always had sensitive skin and the saliva that the boys put on her back the previous day was probably causing her skin to react and being in the open wounds wasnt helping any. Taking a moment to think, she took a deep breath and touched her masters arm. Trying to wake him up, in the easiest, sweetest way possible.
 
He’d been out cold most of the night, waking up only once to go pee, so when she shook his arm, he jerked awake with a start. Spittle flew from his lips as he looked around the room, his head jerking left and right hard, eyes wide and panicked. He hated surprises, hated being snuck up on, and his body reacted. When his gaze fell on his slave and realized she’d awoken him, white hot rage rushed to the surface of his skin. His hand balled into a fist and he reared back, prepared to deliver the most effective punishment for her transgression, extreme blunt force at its worst. At the last second, a look in her eyes stopped him cold and he hesitated; there was fear there but more than that, there was pain, very bad pain. His gaze narrowed and the hand dropped to his side. Reaching out, he turned her slightly and got a good look at her back, a gasp reaching his lips.

“Your back….it looks like its on fire.” His voice shook a little as he realized that this was more than the beating he’d given her. Something look liked it was inflaming the wounds, making them worse. Peering close, he caught a scent and reared back immediately, sudden inspiration flooding him. His wife’s salve had been used on her and there were only two people that would have done that. Grabbing her arm, he pushed her off the bed and pointed to the bathroom. “Get in the shower immediately and wash that crap off you. It’s making your lash marks worse; you need to clean them out.” With that, he leaped from the bed, dressed quickly, and stormed from the room, his rage about to explode.

**

Marcus and Luke heard their father’s bellows and stumbled into the hallway at the same time but neither boy was prepared for the force that swept through them. The old man was wired so tight his punches and kicks fell with an unnatural speed, smacking into their bodies and faces with force. Luke went down first, already hurting from the beating the day before, his face bloody and his body battered a second time, the pain taking him away again. Marcus held his own for a moment, trying to block the blows, but in the end he was too slow. Their father had the skills of an ex-Special Forces soldier to call upon and it finally prevailed when he slammed his brawnier son into the wall, leaving a head sized dent. As he stood over the two fallen men, he reached down and grabbed their hair, lifting their heads from the floor. “Bella is my slave! I will punish her whenever I like and neither of you will help in the future or else. Got that?” With that, he left them in the hall and stormed away.
 
When he jerked away, Bella whimpered softly. Maybe that was a huge mistake; maybe she should have just taken it upon herself and washed it away. But that was all behind her and the man lying beside her was starting to panic. Jerking his head from side to side, sitting up in the bed. When his gaze finally fell on her, she turned away. His face was flushed with anger, anyone could see it. His hand was balling into a fist and was about to hit her, until he stopped. His eyes were locked with hers, his searching hers and realizing that she was scared and more importantly in pain. When his hand dropped, she felt her body let out a breath that she hadn’t realized she was holding. When he turned her body towards his, she gasped.

“It is on fire….” She spoke through gritted teeth, watching his face as he realized what had happened. Bella hadn’t even thought of Luke or Marcus, knowing that now they would be in trouble for helping her. But she didn’t know what else to do, she could feel her heart dropping at the very moment. When he grabbed her arm, Bella flinched. He was pushing her off the bed and before she could gain her balance, she had landed on the floor with a soft thud. Growling under her breath, she didn’t fight the man. She was picking herself up off the floor and was slowly moving towards the bathroom that was hooked onto his room. Turning the shower on, she stepped in and started washing her back as best as she could. The water burnt against her skin, especially the open wounds. Screaming, she powered through it and a little bit later she was stepping out of the shower, with a towel wrapped around her body.

When she left the bathroom, she could see he was no where in site. But she could hear the groans and moans coming from the hall way. Her heart dropped once again, shaking her head to herself. She had caused Marcus and Luke to get beaten; she knew it and hadn’t even seen it yet. When she moved towards the bedroom door, she looked towards the right and could see their beaten forms lying at the end of the hallway, right by the stairs. Whimpering, she shook her head. She could barely move herself, more the less help them. But she had to try…. Pushing her right side against the wall, she slowly made her way towards the pair. Bella didn’t know where their father was, but she had done what he had told her too… Pain and fear were still placed in her eyes, but she trailed them down when she reached Marcus and Luke. She was trying to find the right words, trying to find the courage to speak. “I…. didn’t know what to do…. Are you both okay….?”
 
Marcus stared down the hallway through half-lidded eyes, the pain in his sight quite obvious. Wave after wave of agony swept through his body and his gaze saw three of everything. His head pounded so badly that it felt like it would explode, causing his thoughts to remain jumbled and his body to hurt more. Hurt it did, too, especially his arms and legs. He’d seen his father angry before but never like he was that day. The speed with which he’d struck had surprised both brothers and neither could put up much of a fight, a fact that would have seriously bothered him if he had normal brain function. The blow to the head was a hard one though, no doubt causing a concussion if not worse, and he could feel a trickle of blood seeping into his hair. Groaning, he tried to roll over and saw black for a moment, drawing a deep moan from his lips. When he finally managed to roll over to his stomach, his gaze fell on Luke.

His brother looked horrible, blood flowing freely from his mouth and nose and his limbs all tangled up. Luke had been ahead of him in the hallway when the force of wrath attacked them and he never had a chance. His body was already battered from the earlier beating and he’d gone down quick, never getting up again. Marcus began to crawl across the floor, his only thought on Luke, and when he got near, he reached out, brushing away some of the blood on his face. Luke was out cold but his breathing was even, causing his chest to rise and fall. Already bruises were forming over his arms and legs and his face was badly swollen and bloody. Marcus brushed his fingers over his cheek, calling his name lightly, trying to rouse him but had no luck.

That’s when he heard the noise and looked up, his gaze narrowing as he tried to focus on it. When his sight finally steadied, he saw Bella standing before them, a towel wrapped around her waist. She looked nervous and scared and her words stuttered from her lips. The minute she spoke, he felt a surge of anger roll through his body, turning his face beet red. “So it was you. Get away from us, you bitch. Get the hell out of here right now before I hurt you.” He started to try and rise, so that he could punish her for what she had done; there was no other way their father would have known they had helped her if she hadn’t told them. Hell, she’d had so much fun fucking the old man, she’d probably told him all about what they’d done and look what it had gotten them. No more, he thought. No more. Collapsing back to the floor, he shook a fist at her. “Get out of here, you traitor. We’re done with you.” The words took the last of his strength away and Marcus collapsed, passing out.
 
Bella's reaction to the two boys was shock and heartbreak He had beat both of them badly, beyond anything she had ever seen. Luke was out cold, his whole body swollen. She watched the rise and fall of his body. Her gaze fell on Marcus next, who was trying to roll over. He was just as bad as Luke. She could see the blood in his head, which made her hurt worse.

Marcus finally spotted her and his reaction wasnt a very good one. Hearing his words cut against the air, she shook her head. "No.... Marcus... I didn't..." He wasn't listening, when his next words came Bella whimpered and stepped back. Bella hadn't done anything to hurt them, not intentionally. But he wasn't seeing it that way. "I'm not a traitor... Please, believe me."

When he collapsed on the floor, Bella dent know what to do. She herself was sill in pain, but they needed help worse then she did. Shaking her head, she took hold of Marcus's arm and pulled him into his bedroom and lifted his body into his bed one end at a time. Taking the towel from around her, she started cleaning the blood off of him. When she was finished, she managed to find an old shirt and wrapped it around his head. After she was done, she done the same for Luke. Taking some pain medicine that she had found in Luke's drawer, she set it out by each of their beds. She knew her relationship with the two was probably over, but she owed them to help them.
 
All he remembered at the time was hatred, raw, deep hatred for Bella and what she had done. When the darkness claimed him, he remembered being glad that her true colors had come out so early, before either he or his brother had done something to make their father even angrier at them then he already was. They had only been trying to help her and she had repaid them by ratting them out, bringing his wrath down on them. The next few hours were nothing but a blur for the big man; he vaguely remembered his body being jerked about, and even thought he saw someone nearby but his vision was so blurred and he was only awake for second that he wasn’t sure.

When he finally woke up for good, a deep groan left slipped from his swollen lips. His body hurt everywhere and any movement brought stars in front of his eyes. Marcus buckled down though and slowly sat up, gripping the wall for support until he could see again. Glancing around, he realized he was in his room, which perplexed him. He’d been in the hallway when he passed out. Shaking his head, which drew another deep moan of pain, he staggered to his feet and stumbled into the hallway, using the wall to hold himself up. He saw that Luke was no longer in the hallway either so he went to his room, almost falling through his door. His brother was in his bed, looking even worse than Marcus felt, so he grabbed a chair and dragged it to his bedside, sitting down very slowly. Pain radiated through every nerve in his body and his head felt like someone had taken a sledgehammer to it. As he watched over look, he began to catalogue his injuries and when he was done, he knew he’d gotten off lucky. Closing his eyes, he fell back asleep at his brother’s side, refusing to move until he awakened.

**

Meanwhile, the old man had returned to the house much calmer than he had left it. After the incident with the slave and his sons, he had stormed out and gone for a drive to work out his rage, rage that had ruined the good mood that sex with Bella had created. As the front door slammed shut, he immediately hollered out for her, wanting to restore that good buzz that he’d had before.
 
Bella’s body was beginning to hurt again, but she tried to push it away from her thoughts. She was no where near as bad as Marcus and Luke. The sight of them had turned her stomach, made her angry, and had hurt her more then anything. Marcus had the idea of Bella telling his father that they had helped them, when in truth she hadn’t done anything. Towing the two around had taken what little energy she had away, but it would come back to her….. Their bodies were still fresh in her mind, their blood covered them. Bruises, scrapes, anything. She was sure Marcus had a concussion; Luke had been the first of his father’s anger. Anyone could tell because of the way he looked. 90% worse then his brother. Bella had no idea where her master was, she didn’t want to think about it at that moment.

When an hour had passed, Bella had slowly moved up the stairs, checking on Luke and Marcus. In her findings, she could see that Marcus had made his way to Luke’s bedroom, looking over his brother. As she pulled a cover over his body, she shook her head; feeling anger and sadness washing over her body. But just as she was about to sit down, she heard the front door slamming shut and her master’s voice calling out for her. Gritting her teeth, she made her way back down the stairs. The anger still inside of her, from the sight of the two that were sleeping upstairs.

When she finally made her way down the stairs, she was fully dressed in the clothes she had arrived in. “You…. You could have killed them! You monster…. They did nothing wrong except help an innocent woman like they should….” Bella shook her head, her arm resting against the couch for support. Why was she mouthing off to him, she could barely stand because of the beating she had received the previous day. Her face was becoming hot, from the anger or from the dizziness she felt she didn’t know. But all she knew was she was about to be in for the ride of her life. By herself in the madness of a household. Two brothers that though she ratted them out and a master that wanted her for sex. "Punish me for lashing out, I don't care. At least I would deserve it."
 
The old man thought his anger had finally left him after the debacle with his sons but the minute he saw his slave come down from the second floor, he felt a spark of it flare inside once again. Without seeing her doing it, he somehow knew that she had been helping the sons the same way they had been helping her, working together to keep her from being harmed by him. It had failed, of course, given how badly she was already battered but it still pissed him off to no end. Then there was the clothing that covered the body that he owned, clothing that she hadn’t been given permission to put back on at all. That caused the spark to turn into a low flame, slowly boiling the blood that ran through his veins. Before he could say a word though, the little bitty of a woman started screaming at him. That was all it took for that anger to turn into a bonfire of rage, his temper flaring like never before.

Crossing the floor rapidly, he lashed out, his open hand battering her cheek. The slap was so hard it slammed her head to the side and filled the room with a crashing sound. He delivered two more equally hard slaps to her face, driving her head sideways and back again then punched her hard in the gut, doubling her over. Reaching down, he grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked her back up, delivering a hard back hand to her chin. Staring into her eyes, his body shaking with the force that poured through him, he grinned. “You little fucking whore of a slave” he spat, his words vehement. “Those boys are lucky I didn’t fucking kill them.” He delivered another hard backhand across her chin, his knuckles bruising deep. “As for you, you little bitch, you’ve pissed me off one too many times.” His hand reached for the collar of her shirt then and ripped it from her body, exposing her breasts. “I didn’t tell you to get dressed after your shower” he murmured, his voice dangerously low “so now you’re going to be completely nude until I get tired of it.” His hand reached for her pants next and yanked them down, leaving her bare to his gaze.

With his grip still in her hair he pulled her towards the couch, forcing her to bend over the arm so that her ass was up in the air. “I showed you what gentle could be like last night, my little slave, and you enjoyed it so much you came all over my cock. When you do what I tell you, things will go easy, but when you disrespect me like you’ve done twice today, then you’ll pay.” Keeping her pinned down he undid his pants and lined himself up, thrusting hard into her extremely dry pussy. “Now I’m gonna fuck you until you bleed and then punish you further, little Ms. Bitch.” His body began to move then, delivering hard pounding thrusts, driven by his anger and his need to make her pay. It was a ravaging possession, designed to maximize the pain of the rape, and he pounded her like she was nothing more than a useless piece of meat. When he finally came, his hot seed filling her full, he laughed at the sight of the blood that trickled from between her legs.

Pulling out, he left her there while he moved to a closet and retrieved a few things that he needed next. The first was a leather collar which he secured around her neck, followed by a ball gag that slipped into place. Then he pulled her arms back from her sides and secured them to a metal bar that forced her body to slightly bend over. Next a chain was attached to the collar and he used it to pull her from the house and out into the yard, making his way to a stone shed that sat nearby. Throwing open the door, he left her on the ground and drew up a trap door sitting in the middle of the floor. Pulling her over towards it, he removed the chain and stood her at the edge. “Welcome to the pit of despair, my little slave. I think it’s time that you reflect a little bit on your behavior. I hope you like stagnant water, leeches and snakes. With that, he pushed her over the edge, dropping her into the hole, laughing when she splashed down into the gross wet pit. “Enjoy the dark, my lovely” he murmured as he closed the trap and locked it, leaving her trapped in the hole. It was one of the worst punishments he had for his slaves, having built the hole a long time ago and filled it will all sorts of nasty things. If her wounds didn’t get infected from the water itself, she’d surely enjoy the leeches that would soon attach to her skin or the brush of the water snakes that lived in the hole. Though he hadn’t blind folded her, she’d be able to see very little in the darkness, using only her sense of touch to know what was happening to her.
 
Before he even started to move towards her she could tell that she had struck a cord in him and she hadn’t even said anything yet. It was like he knew she had been helping the brothers, but another part of her knew he was pissed at her for having clothes on. Bella had figured she could wear them, he had rewarded her the previous night; why not try to put clothes on? Bella could see the anger coming from his eyes, his face and his body.

Before she could protect herself, he was over to her side in a matter of seconds; his open hand whipping quickly and hitting her cheek. Screaming out, she could feel the side of her face already starting to bruise. The force had sent her head slamming to the side, the sound making her whimper out. It wasn’t over though, because two more quickly followed. Driving her head back to the right, then back to the left. Before she could regain her balance, his fist was striking her straight in the stomach. Causing her to double over and grab her stomach, the blood starting to trickle down her cheeks from the force of the slaps. The slave was crying out in pain, but he wasn’t stopping. His hand had a fistful of her hair and was yanking it up rather forcefully. When his back hand hit her chin, she screamed out in pain; her body still trying to double over and catch her breath from the blow to her gut. She had no choice but to look him straight in the eyes at that moment. His words were cutting through her like butter, his hand slapping across her chin once more. Her cheeks and face were now swelling rather quickly, the blood still dripping down the side of her mouth. “I didn’t…. I just assumed I could….” She was trying to tell him about the clothes, but she couldn’t form a correct sentence. Within the next moments, his hands ripped away the clothes that were on her body, leaving her completely nude.

She hadn’t been expecting the next move; he was forcing her over the arm of the couch and pushing her ass up in the air. She hadn’t meant to disrespect him, except for yelling at him…. He didn’t see it that way, anger was blinding him. Bella was no where near wet and when he thrusted hard into her, she screamed louder then she ever had. His thrusts were full of anger, hatred, any anger he had was going into the thrusts. The slave didn’t even bother pleading with him, she knew it wouldn’t work. Her face was tear stained, blood stained, she was hurting more then she ever had. His cock tore into her, causing blood to trickle out every time he pulled away. Her screams could be heard throughout the house, but no one would hear her, not even the brothers. But she knew they wouldn’t help her, not now. When he finally came, she could feel it pouring out right along with even more blood. The pain she felt below was enough to make her hate herself, hate sex and anything to do with it.

When he pulled out, she didn’t bother to try and escape. Even if she wanted to she couldn’t because her body was frozen in pain. When she felt the leather collar slide around her neck, she groaned deeply but it was soon cut off by the ball gag sliding in her mouth. She could feel him securing it tightly behind her head. When he pulled her arms behind her and hooked the metal bar around them, she closed her eyes. She had no time to even gain her thoughts as he started to drag her from the house. When she opened her eyes, she could see that they were in a shed. Whimpering, she shook her head as she watched him opening the trap door. Shaking her head, she tried to plead with the man. She was about to be pushed into the pit and left there, she knew it. When he finished speaking, its exactly what happened. His hand was on her back and was pushing her into the pit. Bella could feel the wetness ease around her body. The darkness engulfed her as soon as he closed the trapdoor. All she had was her sense of feel, she couldn’t scream for help, couldn’t see anything and couldn’t use her hands. The water was dirty, sure to cause infection to her wounds. But what was worse was the feel of the snakes rubbing against her body. Whimpering, she tried to scream, tried to do anything to draw anyone’s attention. After an hour of struggling, she soon gave in.
 
He stood at the edge of the sealed pit, the trap door now secured nice and tight, and closed his eyes, breathing deeply. Anger still coursed through his system but now that he’d properly disciplined his pretty little slave his world was starting to feel right again. She’d crossed a line one too many times and he would have none of that; by the time he finally let her out of the pit – and he had no idea when that would be yet – she would be a changed woman. If she was smart, she’d wise up and start acting like a proper slave but if she didn’t, he wouldn’t hesitate to discipline her again. As he stood here, he could hear muffled sounds coming from the hole and imagined her screaming in fright, her body thrashing around in the rank mucky water. It brought a smile to his face and he actually got on his knees to listen better, wanting to enjoy this as much as he could. When the struggling finally stopped, he stood and left the shed, returning to the house.

Walking to the bottom of the stairs, he listened for any noise on the second floor and didn’t hear any, a result that widened his smile even more. His boys had interfered with one of his slaves for the second time and had deserved exactly what he’d done to them. They would need time to recover from the battering he’d given them, Luke in particular but he wouldn’t baby them during the next few days. Discipline was something he would dole out to any member of his household if they needed it; they had been lucky that he hadn’t killed them though he’d wanted to at the time. Turning away from the stairs he soon settled onto the couch and relaxed in front of the TV, letting the hours flow by with ease.

**

Upstairs, Marcus began to stir again, finally coming away with a jerk, his eyes wide. Feeling extremely warm, he glanced down and saw that a blanket had been put on him, drawing a frown because he didn’t remember it. He was guessing it had been Bella’s handiwork again, which deepened the look on his face. She was a traitor with a big mouth, he reminded himself. One moment of kindness would not erase that. As he settled back in to keep watch over Luke, though, a small part of him wondered what she was up to in that moment.
 
You must log in or register to reply here.
Back
Top Bottom