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The Fever ((Wrath and Vivid))

Sabrina simply sighed and attempted to shift her hips. The pain was fading with each time her moved inside of her and an odd, alien feeling started to happen between her legs and she actually whimpered when he stopped. Her cheeks flushed brightly. What a whore! How could she like this!? This was a vile act that was well below her station! A woman like her should have been married before she was subjected to this!

“You actually care?” she said. There was sarcasm dripping from each word. This guy had not cared when he took her virginity! Why should he care now? “Does a breeder need to experience any sort pleasure anyway? I mean, all that matters is you.”
 
His words did. They stung at her and acted as salt on her wounds. This was what she chose and her instincts had been right; the needle had contained something that she did not want. Anger flashed across her face. He had blatantly lied to her. Did she not earn any consideration? Though all anger was erased for that moment when he plunged back inside of her.

As he thrust she groaned loudly, breasts starting to jump with his movements. For now she was reluctantly accepting the pleasure he was giving her. Fighting was no use at this point. Sabrina had made a promise and she would uphold it. Each thrust sounded with a wet ‘schliiiick’. Each thrust caused a tremor to go through her.

“C-cared for?” she asked as she tried to not so pleased. “This is… ah… being…mmm… care for?”
 
His silence was met with her growing moans. His cock rubbed and moved against that bundle of nerves inside her. The bundle that she did not know she had and caused her to become louder and louder. Pleasure coursed through her body. It was good! Better than what she thought it would be. Later she would hate herself but now she was going to enjoy herself fully.

Her face scrunched up as he poked at the wall of her cervix. Slight pain came with the action but she hardly noticed. Not with the pure bliss running through her body.

“No… I don’t wan’t…”she murmured. “No dogs… I like this…”
 
Each time he hit her cervix she let out a shuddering and pain filled gasp. It hurt! Didn’t he understand that? He must have. His thumb made it to her swollen clit and he began to rub, numbing out the pain almost completely. Her body trembled and pulsed with the delicious sensation Sabrina never felt so damned alive before! No wonder men had so many fuck slaves! To feel so wonderful was a welcome reprieve from the rest of the day! Still.

“You’re hurting me!” she exclaimed through a loud moan. Pain and pleasure combined was such an intense, odd feeling. Two opposing and completely different forces raged inside her body and she was not sure how to take it.
 
Indeed she did. Sabrina’s groans became louder with each passing second. It was blindingly good, too good to be coming from this slaver owner. Full, pouty lips pursed as she was assaulted with this pleasure. His fingers were doing evil, wicked things to the swollen little kernel above her slit. The slower pace only added to the time that his cock drug and rammed into her g-spot, making her wetter with each stroke.

“Just… like… that…” she stuttered and stammered. There was no controlling her body’s attempt to writher and the cuffs around her wrists tightened more and caused her to yelp.
 
They really weren’t described poorly to the young Sabrina, however. These things made her feel good, yes, but at what price? Her freedom was completely destroyed and enjoying this pleasure meant that she was accepting captivity with open arms. This pleasure was deceitful. How she loathed and love it. In the next few moments she was tightening almost brutally around his penis.

“Oh Christ!” she cried out. “Oh Christ! Oh Christ! Oh Christ!”

Then it hit her. A powerful wave of pleasure crashed into her and she nearly passed out from it. Her breath hastened and she let out a groan that came from deep within her. Her head lolled to the side and something odd happened. When she came a juicy squirt came from her pussy and caused her body to tremble long afterwards. Teeth chattered even with its intensity.
 
Sabrina simply laid on the table. With his cum inside of her she felt strangely full. It also filled her with a sense of dread. Being pregnant was bad for a slave trying to escape. That would easily peg her as someone’s breeder. Damn it. Well. At least she did not get injected with that horrid serum. At least she could think for herself. She had to keep her mind sharp.

“Ow,” she whimpered. “Does it always hurt afterward?”

The question had some merit to it. While she was planning an escape she was going to be used as his personal slut. If it hurt like this she had to find a way to make sure that he did not want to do it. Maybe something could be slipped into his food. Though it would be sad never to feel that crashing orgasm again. How breathtaking it was! How perfect!
 
Sabrina cried out when he pumped inside of her. Her pussy felt raw and she was shocked that he was still hard enough to continue to fuck her. The slave had no idea how it would be for the rest of her life. Little shivers of dull pain came from his pushing and prodding. She clenched her teeth and she shook her head. In desperation she attempted to pull her hips away.

"Yes, it was my first time," she said in a hiss. "Maybe you should be a little easier on me? Your cock hurts now."

Not that she expected him to remove the damn thing. She was expecting him to continue and shoot another ample and sticky load into her, just to make sure she would get knocked up. Lucky her she just finished her period a week ago. It would be another two weeks until she ovulated.

"Why do men want children, anyway? They're so annoying."
 
Producing so many? That statement struck her painfully hard. Instead of being treated like a slave even she was being treated like a machine. Humiliation tinted her cheeks a bright red and she tucked her legs protectively to her body. It hurt! Her pussy hurt and her heart hurt. There were many masters that were kind but she was unlucky to have gotten one that was completely degrading.

“I don’t want to just have kids the rest of my life!” she whined. “I don’t want a lot! My body will be ruined if I have too many! I don’t want to be ugly and fat!”

No way! She was going to find a way to escape. She was going to get out of this place!
 
That did not make her feel any better. What would make her feel better was the college education that she had been promised. This was a fall from grace that she did not much like. As he spread he legs, just the smallest trickle of his semen made its way down the crack of her ass. Her cheeks burnt brightly and she attempted to not look at him. At least, she thought bitterly, he wasn't being cruel as of yet. He was just being annoying. Which was almost as bad.

"Rest would be wonderful," she said in a groan. "I don't think I have wanted to sleep so bad in ages."

It just occurred to her that she had yet to address him formally. This was a good thing. If he did not punish her for it now then it was likely he would not impose on her such formality. "Where will I be sleeping?"
 
Sabrina gasped loudly. He hand bound her again and now she was spread on the table. More of those horrid pads were placed on her body. The one on her forehead bothered her the most. It made her head buzz and pulsate in a similar way a headache might, there was just no pain. She grimaced and gripped her teeth together roughly. Damn it. The ones placed on her nipples made her squirm and cry out. Pleasure coursed from it. Something had been hastily shove into her pussy. It almost felt like he had pushed a plug inside of her. Which wasn't the farthest thing from the fact.

"Wait!" she exclaimed. "Where are you going!? You can't leave me here!"

For a good while she screamed to be let out until her voice faded completely. The stimulus was also causing her to cum over and over and over again. It actually was starting to numb her body. Finally, from sheer exhaustion, she passed out. At least she had a pillow to rest her head on.
 
As he ripped off the diodes she woke up. From being strewn the way she was her body was sore. So sore Sabrina started to sob as soon as she was awake enough to feel. She squirmed in her discomfort but only was able to skin her wrists against her binds. Her head was throbbing with a headache as well.

"Let me go," she said in desperate tones. "I fucking hurt! Let me the fuck go!"

Sabrina was fiery when she was in pain. Which was probably not the best way to great her new master. Tears streaked down her face and she glared daggers at him.
 
Her eyes closed as he began to work over her clit again. Soft, sweet moans escaped her lips. It wasn't as if she wanted more pleasure. In fact it was almost painful itself. She could not get away from it and she began to whimper like a wounded dog. Sabrina knew that right now it was better to hold her tongue. The prospect of breakfast was appealing. That bowl of broth had done very little and she was now hungrier than what she ever had been.

Yet she could not stop herself. "I am so sore!" she cried out. "Please, don't touch me! Please let me eat!"

At least she was begging at this point.
 
Food was becoming more and more appealing. Even her pride was losing out to the sheer hunger she was feeling. Her face was turning bright, bright red. It was from a mix of swallowing her ego, shame, and humiliation. Damn it. He was going to make her plead for it! This was horrible. Even more so as he hooked her pretty new collar to a pretty leash. She drew in a deep breath and fought with herself before answering.

"Please," she said through gritted teeth. "Please, I would like something to eat, please... master."

The last word was whispered. She was thoroughly disgusted with him and herself. Why was he licking his finger? That could not taste very good at all. She turned up her nose to it. That came from between her legs!
 
Sabrina’s legs buckled almost instantly and she collapsed to the floor. Of course he started to walk before she could get her footing and she was forced to scrambled awkwardly on her knees and hands or be drug. But she knew that there would be no food unless she complied. So she ambled along, gritting her teeth and crying silently as blood began to flow back into them. That horrible pins sensation was really, really bad in all of her limbs.

Several times she attempted to get on to her legs but with him constantly walking it made it impossible. Her cheeks burnt when they made it out to the main part of the house. The other servants could see her naked and in this degrading situation.

“You’re parading me around like one of your dogs…” she groaned loudly. “Can I stand, please?”
 
The poor girl spent most of her time being drug towards the table. Her knees were getting scraped but she was even having a hard time following him. The bastard was moving so quickly! She was trying to be as obedient as possible but she was finding that quite difficult. When they got to the table she began to stand so she could sit in the chair. He hadn’t exactly told her she was not allowed to sit. Sabrina’s legs hurt though and she flopped right back down on the floor.

“Master,” she growled out. “Would it be possible for me to sit on a chair? This floor is hurting me.”

If she wasn’t on the verge of passing out from hunger she would not have been so nice. Now she would play his twisted. All the while she would wait for chance to leave. Leave and never, ever come back. There were networks to help escaped slaves. Her father complained about them well enough.

Meanwhile one of the slaves ran to get something to eat for them. A snicker had graced her lips at the mention of a special breakfast. What was the meaning behind it? Nothing good ever came from this place. She doubted that whatever it was, was tasty. Though she balked when she saw what was supposed to be her meal. Dog food?!

"I am not eating that!"
 
She took the pillow with a shaking hand. Sabrina had never been so angry in her entire life. This asshole was making life very hard for her. There was no reason to give her dog food! Not only that but this smelled worse than normal puppy chow and what the Hell was on the top of it? She position herself on the pillow and simply looked up at him.

“This is disgusting,” she said simply. “I am not going to degrade myself by eating something so vile. Have some sympathy for me! You can’t take away my dinner for refusing that. Would you eat something like that?!”

Sabrina flopped down on the pillow and cuddled it. It was the first bit of comfort she had in days and she was going to use it. Tired eyes closed and she let out a large groan. That table had not done well for her body and she hurt all over.
 
Her face paled considerably. There was no way that the other girls would eat this shit. That was the best way she could describe it. Dog food coated in thick white streams of garbage was not something that should have been fed to humans! Though, when he mentioned torture she gave a whimper. She had already done that! That fucking table had been terrible! The marks on her wrists and ankles were proof of that. With a groan she sat up and edged herself towards the bowl. Her face was screwed up.


She lowered her face to it and gagged, her eyes watered and bile rose in her throat. Sabrina closed her eyes and she took a mouthful. Instantly the disgusting taste made her began to gag and wretch. Her body twisted even and she began to dry heave. There was no way she could do this!

“I can’t!” she began to cry. “Please, its horrible! Please, Master, don’t make me eat it! Please let me have dinner!”

More gagging and sputtering came from her and she began to spit up various, disgusting things. A hand came up to cover her mouth but that did not help.
 
Sabrina shook her head and began to cry. Tears streaked down her face. Again she tried to take a mouthful again. But she could not keep it down but she tried to take a few more bites. That was the last she could do, she couldn’t do anymore. All that she had managed to swallow had came back up and she lurched over and began to vomit. She attempted to stop, she really did, but the food came right back up.

“Please no!” she whimpered. “I am trying really hard, master! But-”

Another wave came up and splattered on the floor. It was a horrible feeling. Her whole body shivered and shook. It really was like Fear Factor and she was losing. Tears continued to fall as she stood from her own sick. Her legs were atremble and sweat rolled from her face and down her neck.
 
Seeing that girl chow down on the food made Sabrina vomit more, causing a bright yellowish green liquid to come from between her fingers. The state of her body was poor. If she did not get proper nourishment soon things would get rather sticky for her. Water at least! She whimpered at the sight of the milk. Her stomach was still churning and she did not know if she would even be able to choke that down. But she gratefully drank it knowing that she probably wasn't going to get anything for the next few days. Not if she had to eat the disgusting kibble again.

"Please don't make me eat that again," she begged in a whisper so those other than her master could not hear. "Please. I feel so very ill and my body hurts more than ever. Please, I am a human, not a dog. No one deserves this sort of treatment, master, its cruel and unusual."

There had to be laws protecting slaves. Her father complained about them whenever he got a particularly vicious girl that did not want to broken. Broken. Sabrina didn't want to be mindless! She wanted to be herself, damn it! This was... this was... unrefined. Now she understood why there were so many fighting to give woman equality or at least a shred of humanity.
 
Sabrina followed him, head down. She felt disgusting and her body was shaking still. All she wanted was this mess washed from her body. Of course there wasn’t going to be anything else for her that morning. Despite all that had just occurred her stomach gave a loud rumble. Maybe she would be able to get lunch if she was good until that time.

“Where are we going?” she asked. Hastily she added, “master.”

How she loathed the word but she knew better than that. If it kept him happy she was going to have to say it. Getting punished over and over again for that stupid word was not going to do either of them any good. There were only things he was going to punish her for anyway.

As they reached the bathroom she tugged gently on the leash, trying to get it for her own so she could unhook it. She had no clue that he was going to wash her. She assumed that she would at least be able to do it on her own.
 
The vibration caused her to go completely limp. Every muscle in her body relaxed and she could not even will herself to walk. Her body flatten against the floor and, when he tugged, she felt the tugging choke her ever so slightly. She closed her eyes and attempted to swallow but none of the saliva went down. This was terribly degrading. Her cheeks burnt bright red as some dribbled down her chin. At least he was affording her the luxury of being clean. Then again, she was a pleasure and breeding slave, and it was common for them to be treated with some privileges when it came to hygiene.

She was drug like a rag dog into the bathroom and she whimpered as the feeling came back to her body. OUCH. The pins and needles were all over her body, making her feel more uncomfortable than before. Soft eyes turned to her new master carefully. Could she strangle him with this leash? If it weren’t for that damned remote, she bet she could.

What he said next made her pale considerably. “A dinner party?” she asked in terror. “But… but…, master, I am sure there are people that I’ve spurned before. I don’t want them touching me.” It wasn’t uncommon for master’s to share and show off their slaves.
 
Slowly she stepped into the tub. The muscles in her legs were still wobbly and it was quite the task to get into the bathtub. Sabrina actually flopped in with a grunt. Thank goodness there was water already inside of the nice and beautiful tub. The tub that she had recently owned. Bitterness filled her. How she hated this. She was sure that things would not have been so bad if she did not have all of the things from her past life shoved in her face.

At this party there would likely be her friends. That made her stomach churn. They would harass her and laugh at her. During the time she was well to do, she and her friends used to terrorize the slaves. Hopefully they didn’t throw food at her. Sabrina rethought that. Hopefully they did. It would be something to eat and likely a high quality of something.

“Will I be given a meal, master?” she was hoping beyond hope with that one. The beautiful young woman looked around for the soap. “And will I be given clothes for this event?”
 
Sabrina scrubbed herself nearly raw. Her skin stung by the end up her washing and she still she felt dirty. There were just some things that would not come clean. The shame of being this man's slave was the major one. No matter what she did, she was his. A helplessness filled her and she hated feeling that way. Angrily she splashed at the water, hoping that none splattered him. Every little thing seemed to set him off. She refused to look in his direction. Couldn't she even take a bath by herself?

"I am guessing that it will be after the training," she said in a small voice. "Or will the dinner party be the training, master? Father used to have parties where slaves were shared and trained. It was pretty humiliating for those poor girls."

At the time she thought it had been funny. Seeing them getting punished for the most ridiculous things. Dogs were treated better and forced to do less degrading things. She remembered seeing this one girl, completely bound with five sets of fingers inside of her. Sabrina had openly laughed at her.

Now it wasn't nearly as entertaining.
 
Sabrina wheeled back instinctively as he came closer. Fear flashed in her eyes. There was no doubt that she was frightened of this man. Of what he might do. That was enough to keep her in line when the remote to her collar was so close to him. Periwinkle eyes shot a desperate look over to it and then back to him. Lower she sank into the water so her chest was no longer visible.

She carefully weighed his words. "Will I at least get food? I won't be able to do much of anything unless I have something in my stomach, master."
 
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