22 comments/ 34069 views/ 10 favorites Hatred By: DaddysGoodLittleSlut I wasn't aware of how long I'd been kneeling on the floor. My knees were starting to get painful and I had no idea when he'd be back. I knew that I probably had enough time to stretch my legs before he came back but I didn't. I was going to be good for him. I knelt for what felt like hours before I heard footsteps approaching. I heard the door open and I saw his shoes walk straight past me without pausing. I didn't lift my head. I heard the door to the bathroom shut and the shower start up. I knelt patiently while he showered and then redressed. He walked back to stand in front of me and I had to fight not to move as I felt his stare burning into my body. He clicked his fingers and I looked up at him. He was holding a collar with a sliver ring on the front of it. He placed it around my neck and clipped a leash to it. He pulled me down the hall and into the bedroom. He tied the leash around the bedpost so my movements were restricted. He sat on the bed and started to watch TV completely ignoring I was there. I started to shuffle around, trying to find a position that didn't hurt my knees as much. I didn't notice him stand up but I felt his hand as he smacked my face hard. My head smashed into the wood post and I cried out. "You can't even sit still for five minutes you worthless stupid cunt." He pulled me to my feet and stood me in the centre of the room, he circled around me and I braced myself for more pain but nothing happened. He turned me so I was facing the mirror and he made me look at myself. "Look at how disgusting you've let yourself become. You're so fat." He punched me hard in the stomach then pulled me back up by my hair. "You're so ugly." He slapped me again and then spat in my face. "Tell me what you are cunt." Just as I was about to speak he punched me again and I couldn't get the words out. "Hurry up you pathetic bitch I don't have all night." He forced my head up so that I was looking at my body in the mirror again. "I'm fat, disgusting and ugly." My voice was shaking badly and I could barely speak because of the tears threatening to fall. He moved to stand in front of me and he pulled my face close to his so I was looking into his eyes. "You're no better than a dirty pig, whore. Say it." I repeated what he'd said and he spat on me again. "Now tell me exactly why you're a disgusting pig and make sure to include details." He made me talk about everything I hated about myself; he made me repeat it over and over. "I'm so fat that I deserve to be called a pig. I'm ugly and disgusting; there is no way anyone would ever find me attractive enough to fuck. I'm a gross little pig whore that's not worth any attention." Before I could finish I broke down into pathetic sobs, tears were pouring down my face. He just watched me, emotionless. No hint of compassion on his face. He pushed me to my knees and made me crawl to him. He looked into my eyes, still watching the tears fall, and told me to beg for what I needed. I could barely catch my breath but I knew that I needed this. "Please may I service your cock? Your desperate little pig needs it. I don't deserve such an honour, I know that, but please?" You watch as I finally start to calm down then you pull me close to you again. Your lips are right next to my ear as you whisper to me. "You're right whore. You don't deserve it. You think I'd give such a privilege to a disgusting pig like you. You're a stupid desperate cunt." You throw me to the floor and start to properly punch me. When you're finally finished you stand over me breathing heavily. I'm curled up on the floor shaking and crying. You move to the bed, sit down and then click your fingers again. I slowly push myself onto my knees and I crawl towards you. I kneel at your feet still crying. I'm looking at the floor but I notice you move and I flinch out of the way of your hands. You grip my hair in your hands and pull it hard. "Ungrateful little bitch." You spit at me. I didn't see you unfasten your trousers but suddenly your cock is being pushed into my mouth and down my throat. You fuck my face brutally not caring that I'm gagging and coughing. You don't let me breathe you just keep fucking in and out of my throat. You do this until you're tired of it and then you push me back to the floor and kick me a few times before you leave. I curl up on the cold floor and cry. I'm still sobbing when you come back to the room. You pull me back on to my knees and force me to look you in the eyes. "I don't know why you're acting like this pig. Your cunt is telling me you love this treatment." I cry harder when I realise that you're right. My cunt is soaking so much that the juices are dripping down my thighs. You laugh a little as you push my head down to the floor so that my ass is in the air. "Too bad that desperate cunt of yours isn't going to be getting any attention tonight." You then push your hard cock straight into my ass. I scream as I feel you ripping me apart. Once your cock is all the way in you don't pause to let me get used to the feeling you immediately start to fuck me hard. I scream even louder but you just pull on my hair while you destroy my ass. I feel blood start to drip down my thighs and mix in with my cunt juices. You notice this too and you wipe it up with your fingers and then force me to lick them clean. You wipe more of it on my face making me cry harder. You speed up your thrusts, slamming into me over and over again. The pain is so unbearable that I feel as though I might pass out. You realise this and you start to slap my face as you fuck me. "You aren't escaping this bitch, you're going to feel every single thrust and you're going to thank me for it." It feels like this continues forever but eventually I feel your thrusts start to get faster and your breathing speeds up and finally you cum deep inside me. Once you've pulled your cock out of my ass you flip me over and force it into my mouth so I can clean it. When you're finally finished you untie my leash from the bedpost, pull me out of the bedroom and down the hall. You push me into a small cage in the kitchen. You crouch down so that you can see my face and you spit on me one more time. "If I hear one sound out of you tonight I'll throw you into the street. Good night pig." Hatred and Love Dave couldn't believe it had happened. Three days before. Evening. How could it have happened? But he knew for sure - the last three days had been hell. Well, if not hell, at least humiliating. And in the face of the mockery, the jibes, he had tried to maintain as much dignity as he could. It had not been easy. Perhaps the thing that surprised him most was the level of prejudice in the people he worked with. He couldn't believe that people he worked with perfectly easily before, should now turn out to be like this. Sure, some of the jibes were good-humoured, but in many of them there was real venom. Some of the names he had been called showed a real viciousness. And of course, many of them couldn't face him - the jibes were written in the toilets, pinned on the notice boards, left on his desk, all anonymous. He heard the giggles when he walked in the room, when he picked up the next offensive comments about him. And one or two were nasty to his face. One even spat at him in a corridor. What had been an easy pleasant office to work in had now become a living hell. And it wasn't just the men. As the women in the office heard what had happened they too started to sneer down their noses at him, refuse to talk to him, wouldn't stay in the same room as him. Dave's mind wandered back to that evening. The office had decided to play 5-a-side football at the sports centre. It had been good fun, the dozen or so men of the office had a good time. But it happened in the shower room after. Dave had been struggling to work out how to sort out a complex contract which would bring the company a lot of money. He had sought advice through the previous week from his colleagues. It was in the shower room that Tony, who had been a good friend for several years, stood next to him, with a suggestion. An idea. "Perhaps the problem, Dave," he was saying, "Is that we are trying to appeal to his desire for profit," - talking about the managing director of Incorporated Phones - Charlie Seddon. Dave continued. "But their business can print money, there is so much profit in it. Perhaps we should find a way to appeal to his desire to be seen as a wonderful socially aware citizen." It was so obvious - so obvious than no-one had thought of it. Dave thought long and hard at that moment, staring into space, trying to work out what that might mean for the contract. He was working it through into his mind, looking no-where in particular. Dave had been so lost in thought that he wasn't aware that while he was staring into space, turning the idea over, seeing nothing, everyone else saw his eyes staring at the groin of one of the junior members of the office - Marcus - as if he was ogling the young man's cock. Everyone saw. Everyone assumed. Everyone piled in with the insults. That simple thing - him staring into space, everyone thinking he had been ogling Marcus which started it. Dave just couldn't believe how anti-gay the people in the office were. The vitriol. Insults had all stemmed from that one stupid incident. It wasn't as if he were single - Jenny was a wonderful wife, he adored her, they had three lovely children. Yet somehow the hatred and the vitriol gathered momentum and changed the friendly office into a place of bigotry and hatred with Dave unjustifiably on the end of it. For the three days since Dave had re-written the contract to appeal to the managing director of Incorporated Phones. He was remembering all of what had happened as he sat outside Charlie's office, ready to present the revised contract. But there was just a corner of Dave - perhaps buried deep down, that was wondering something else. A corner wondered what he might have seen if he had not been totally distracted... He waited for ten minutes before Charlie invited him in. Charlie was a good man, but shrewd and tough. Dave sold the new contract for all it's worth. For forty minutes he presented the new contract, explaining the benefits, how it would help Incorporated Phones to raise it's social profile as well as pay for itself. At the end - Charlie sat, silently, thinking. He seemed to think for the best part of 5 minutes. Occasionally he asked questions. "Okay Dave" - Dave wasn't sure which way he would go - "Ok Dave, I will sign the contract. But on one condition. You come here and work it from my end. Work for me. I'll double what you are getting at the agency. They can get their profit. But you start for me on Monday." As Dave walked back to his car he couldn't believe how it had all happened. Three days ago, then three days of hell in an office full of bigots, then suddenly a better job with a better company, with better pay. What next... The next day at work - the Friday - went very slowly. He took great delight in presenting the signed contract to his boss. He took great delight in telling his boss, then all the staff, that they could stuff their jobs. He wasn't expecting a fairwell party, and walked out at 4.30pm without looking back. He had no resentment. Just a sense of sadness of lost friendships - he had enjoyed most of his time there, just the last three days... No, he thought - the last three days were history, life moves on, he moves on... On Monday Dave was sat in Charlie's office. They were discussing how the contract should be implemented at Incorporated Phones. Already Dave was enjoying the work, the new challenges. He found the company full of hard working people, but they would respect you if you worked hard. He knew this was going to be a good job. Things were starting well. It was on the Wednesday evening that the real surprise came. It was from Jenny who had just answered the phone. "Dave, there's someone on the phone for you," Jenny shouted up the stairs. "Says his name is Marcus." Marcus? There was only one Marcus he knew - the cause of all his problems. The last person he wanted to speak to. "Okay," Dave shouted, I'll take it on this phone." The voice was very nervous, shaky, but it was definitely the Marcus from work. "Dave?" There was a pause as Marcus was clearly struggling for what to say. "Dave, I'm parked outside your house. Can I come in to speak to you? Just briefly." Dave thought for a moment - the last person he wanted to speak to was... "Dave, please, give me a minute..." Marcus sounded desperate. Dave thought... "Okay, one minute." David replied curtly. Just as Dave opened the door to Marcus, Jenny disappeared out to her evening class. Dave couldn't quite remember which one this was, but he hoped she would have a good time. The classes were important to her, and Dave was more than happy for her to go to them. Dave nodded for Marcus to come in, and led him to the sitting room. He didn't offer him a chair. Marcus had been a good friend until that evening. He was a gentle lad - maybe 22 years old. He was always smartly dressed, even in casual clothes, and Dave had been surprised that he had been caught up in the office problems. Dave nodded for him to speak. Marcus looked almost in tears as he started. "I'm really sorry for what happened. I didn't mean it to happen. It was awful what you went through. I've resigned from there. I can't work there knowing what happened..." Marcus's prepared speech had run out, leaving Dave feeling very angry, all the dark feelings rising to the surface. "Sorry? You are Sorry?" he shouted back at Marcus. "Sorry? You started all this!" "I'm sorry, I hated it. I never said anything." Marcus suddenly sounded defensive. Dave thought for several moments. He was right - Marcus hadn't joined in the name calling. But that wasn't enough. "But you never said anything. You never defended me. You let me go through all that." Suddenly Dave noticed that Marcus had tears on his face, so Dave gestured for him to sit down. Marcus struggled to speak. "I wanted to, but I couldn't. All them against me. I needed the job. I couldn't face failing. I'm really sorry, Dave." Again there was a long pause, Dave's mind whirling. "But you said you have resigned." Marcus replied. "I had to. It was so bad. I decided I had to leave for the sake of my integrity, and take the consequences. My parents are horrified that I left. Thought I was set up in a good job. Good prospects. Can't understand why I left, and I can't tell them." Suddenly Marcus broke down in tears, sobbing. Dave suddenly was aware of what Marcus had been through. But for Dave there was something else... Dave handed Marcus some tissues and let him cry for a couple of minutes, before getting up from his own chair to sit next to Marcus, put his arms around him and hold him. He whispered to Marcus. "Don't worry, I don't hold it against you. I'm sorry what you have been through. And I respect your integrity - I'm sure the right thing will come up for you..." Marcus calmed down, and the two of them sat back in their chairs, they chatted for a few minutes about trivial things, and at last Marcus began to rose to his feet. "I'm really sorry, Dave, for what happened. It was all my fault..." He got to his feet as he finished talking. "I really am sorry for everything. If there is anything I can do to make up for it, anything at all, please tell me." It was out before Dave could even engage his brain. "Well, I would like to see what I was supposed to be staring at." Why did he say it? He wasn't interested in men. All his life he had been 100% straight. Jenny had been hot enough for him. Dave was suddenly embarrassed. Why had he said it? He had never thought about men... For several moments Dave continued to sit, Marcus stood there unmoving, equally shocked, his mind trying to process what had just happened. He too had always been straight. Had his share of girlfriends. Had never thought of a man...but suddenly...he really liked this man...he wanted to be seen... Suddenly Marcus allowed his hands to move to the belt of his trousers. He undid the belt, then the hook, then lowered the zip. He let the trousers fall to his ankles. Dave was stunned, transfixed, at what this lad was doing, but felt his own trousers tighten... Marcus looped his fingers in the side of his underpants and began to lower them, pushing them downwards. He was aware of Dave's eyes staring at him, of Dave's breathing getting shorter as Marcus pushed the pants down to his ankles as well. Marcus knew his cock was getting harder. For what seemed an eternity Marcus stood with Dave watching him. Dave was looking at this cock - perhaps 6 inches long, "sprouting" out of black hair - thinking it was beautiful... He seemed to do the next bit without his mind being aware...Dave stood up from his chair, fell to his knees in front of Marcus and kissed the tip of the cock. He had never thought of ever doing anything like this, but it just seemed so right. He reached down, pulled Marcus's shoes off his feet, then removed his trousers and underpants completely, throwing them onto a chair. Dave gently took Marcus's balls in his hand, then let his lips again lingeringly kiss the tip of his cock. After a time, Dave let his tongue begin to run around the head of Marcus's cock, then down the length, the cock twitching against his mouth. He heard Marcus moan as he caressed the sensitive part under the head, then let his lips return to the tip, tasting pre-cum this time. Marcus just stood there, breathing hard, moaning gently, he felt for a moment that this was all he wanted... Dave took the head of the cock into his mouth, then slowly let his mouth take the length of the cock inside, his tongue gently caressing as the cock moved further in. At last he had taken as much as he could into his mouth - it tasted so good. Slowly he slid his mouth up and down, hearing Marcus moan, feeling Marcus resting his hands on his head. As he slid his mouth up and down, he let his fingers play gently with the balls, he let his tongue swirl all over this cock. It was clear Marcus was enjoying it as well as his hips moved back and forwards in rhythm with Dave's sucking. Dave sucked harder, slid his mouth up and down the cock quicker, until he heard Marcus moan out "Oh, fuck, so good, suck it, please keep sucking..." Dave slid his mouth faster and faster up and down Marcus's cock, until he suddenly heard Marcus cry out, his body shudder... Dave tasted warm liquid in his mouth as Marcus pumped hard. Dave swallowed hard. Sucked hard. Marcus shook. Moaned. Filling Dave's mouth. Tasting so good. Dave took every drop, swallowed every drop of cum he could... At last he released Marcus's cock from his mouth. Marcus crumpled to the floor beside him. Dave wrapped his arms around him and hugged him. After a few minutes Marcus looked up into Dave's eyes. "Thankyou," he whispered. Then after a few more minutes Marcus whispered: "What about you? What do you want?" Suddenly Dave was aware of what he wanted - he wanted to possess this young man. He wanted to make him submit to him. Dave whispered back in a voice not to be denied: "On your hands and knees". Marcus also knew what he wanted - he wanted to submit as much as he could to this man. He moved onto his hands and knees, waiting. Dave quickly removed his trousers and underpants; Dave went to the drawer where he knew his wife kept some Vaseline and smeared it on his now throbbing hard cock. He knelt behind Marcus and put the tip of his cock to his asshole. He plunged harshly and strongly, so that in one thrust his cock was buried deep in Marcus's ass. Marcus gasped and cried out, but took it, kneeling there getting used to feeling a man deep in his ass - where no-one had ever been before. They knelt there unmoving as Marcus got used to it, as Dave enjoyed the tightness around his cock. At last Dave knew Marcus was ready. He whispered "now I'm going to fuck you, honey." Dave began to thrust his cock in and out of Marcus's ass, at first slowly, but knowing he wouldn't be able to last long. Dave heard Marcus moan with pleasure as he began to fuck him harder and harder, sliding faster and faster in and out of the hole. Suddenly Dave tensed, suddenly he was pumping his cum deep into Marcus's ass. He was even half aware of Marcus squeezing him, milking him as he came harder than he had ever cum before, filling this young man, this young bitch. At last Dave felt himself relaxing, and pulled out of Marcus. They lay side by side, exhausted. But as they came round the exhaustion rapidly changed to embarrassment. Dave began to apologise. "I'm sorry. Never done this before. Never with a man. Please, I'm sorry, don't know what came over me..." Remarkably it was Marcus who now had more confidence, but kept his eyes averted from Dave's. "Don't worry Dave, it was the best sex I've ever had. I loved it. I want to do it again." He paused, then continued. "All the girls expect me to take them, I loved you taking me." Another pause, then Marcus continued. "Perhaps I should go. Please don't forget. And if you want, I'm always available to you." Within seconds Marcus had been to the bathroom, cleaned up, dressed. Dave was still lying on the floor when he heard the door close and Marcus leave. He looked around, say the clock. Jenny would be home in half an hour - Dave got to his feet, cleaned up... Ten minutes after Jenny and Dave went to bed Jenny spoke: "Mmmmmmmm, someone is really horny tonight..." For two weeks Marcus wondered what had happened that evening. Every time he did he became very aroused - he never thought of himself as bi or gay, but that evening... Over the two weeks he and Dave had not even been in touch - Dave too busy with his new job, Marcus too busy trying to find work. Marcus had just got in from job hunting when the phone rang. It was Dave's voice... "...Hi Marcus, I wonder if you have got anywhere job hunting? If you haven't I have a vacancy for a personal assistant. You interested...?" Hatred's Fire Two soldiers are pushing a girl along a hallway into a study, a fire crackles in the hearth and along the opposite wall there is an old brown leather sofa. There sits the captain, he is tall and heavily built wearing a very smart grey uniform with shiny black leather boots, he is holding a pistol. The girl looks as though she has been dragged through the countryside for miles, her hair is a complete mess, her clothes are torn and she is covered in dirt and bruises. ‘Remove her dress.’ The captain orders the soldiers, they quickly respond by ripping what remains of the fabric from her body leaving her standing in only her underwear. She is curvaceous with wide hips and a small waist. Her entire body is covered with cuts and bruises, she has taken a serious beating and been raped by the soldiers who brought her in. She can feel the warmth of the fire on her skin. The captain stands up and walks slowly towards her, he reaches out and cups her face in his hand before lifting her head up to look into her eyes. She spits at him, her hatred burning into him for the earlier actions of his soldiers. In response he slaps her face before grabbing a handful of her hair and pulling her down hard onto her knees, then he tells one of the soldiers to cuff her. As soon as the steel handcuffs have been secured he dismisses both the soldiers. He pushes her head down to the floor and places his foot across the back of her neck, ‘You anarchic slut, you are stuck here now and you will live and die at my whim, do you understand?’ She remains silent and he drops to the floor, placing the pistol to her forehead he repeats ‘do you understand?' ‘Yes.’ She says, gritting her teeth. He runs the pistol across her cheek and down to her mouth playing with her lips, slowly running the end of the barrel back and forth along them. He allows her to sit up and looks directly into her eyes as he slides the pistol into her mouth and commands her to suck it. She has no choice but to follow his orders, she closes her lips around the cold metal as he slides the pistol in and out of her mouth. ‘That’s good,’ he says, ‘but do you have any idea how many of your countrymen I have shot with this pistol, what kind of a slut does that make you?’ He grabs her hair again to ensure that she cannot pull away as he firmly pushes the gun right to the back of her throat, watching her face as he controls her actions. ‘Do you know what kind of man I am?’ she ignores him so he continues ‘I’m a sadist, it is my pleasure to give you displeasure, I will take great pleasure in your pain and suffering.’ He reaches down and locates her nipples and squeezes them hard, he pulls her breasts up and she groans in pain. ‘Does that hurt?’ he asks. ‘Yes.’ she answers. ‘Good, now look at my trousers, you see how much hurting you turns me on, I think you are in for a very long afternoon.’ He stands up and pulls the girl to her feet by her hair, she stumbles a little but he steadies her before pushing her up a staircase then into a bathroom where a full tub is waiting. ‘Get in!’ he orders. She steps slowly into the bath of freezing water, he pushes her down in the tub and forces her head under the water, he holds her there watching her thrash about. He lets her up for air then ask for her wrists. ‘What for?’ she asks. ‘Don’t ask stupid questions you worthless piece of shit, give me your wrists NOW!' ‘Why the hell should I?’ He plunges her head back under the water holding her there, watching bubbles leak from her mouth and nose. She raises her arms out of the water. He lets her head up and unfastens the cuffs then he throws a bar of soap into the tub ‘Strip and wash!’ he says. ‘You think I am going to remove what’s left of my clothing in front of scum like you?’ ‘Yes, do it!’ ‘No way.’ ‘Do it!’ he says as he leans over and slaps her face hard. ‘You really are evil.’ She says, slowly unfastening her bra and sliding it down her arms. ‘Make sure you scrub properly.’ He watches as she raises one leg out of the water and covers it with soap, loving every minute, enjoying the sight of her limbs covered in soapsuds. 'Did you come when my soldiers fucked you?’ ‘They did not fuck me,’ she snapped at him, ‘they raped me!’ ‘Indeed. So did you come? I bet you did, I bet you fucking loved it.’ He watches as she ignores him and soaps the other leg before placing it back in the water and cleaning both her arms. She continues washing, her face, neck and breasts before slowly working down and cleaning between her legs. ‘You like touching yourself there don't you?’ She ignores his comments as she struggles to wash away the shame from earlier events. He steps back to the bath and again plunges her head under the water, she grabs the sides of the bath and tries to pull herself back up, she is no where near strong enough to fight him so she grabs his arms and digs her nails into his flesh. He shakes her head under the water, driving the air out of her body, which falls limp; her arms drop back into the water. He drags her out of the tub and lays her on the floor, He places his mouth over hers and holds her knows before gently blowing into her, she begins to choke and coughs up filthy bath water into his mouth. He spits the water back onto her face and reaches round to cuff her hands behind her pulling her shoulders back and making her breasts jut out. Her nipples are hard and she is beginning to shiver as the water evaporates off her smooth skin rapidly. He kneels in front of her and bends his head down, he begins chewing on and stretching her nipples. He reaches down between her thighs and jams two fingers into her cunt, roughly fucking her with them and rubbing her clitoris with his thumb. ‘Are you enjoying this, you slag?’ He says. ‘Get off me!’ she shouts. He responds by pushing another finger into her, then another, opening her up and stretching her. ‘This, my dear, is just a warm up.’ ‘Stop it, please,’ she begs. ‘I know you love this, I know what kind of girl you are.’ ‘You have absolutely no idea who I am and what I love.’ He pushes her up against the cold tiled wall of the bathroom face first, hard against the tiles. He kicks her legs apart, his fingers still invading her cunt, which feels stretched and sore. He holds her face to the wall with his left arm as his right hand slowly leaves her cunt and moves slowly to her arsehole. ‘Tell me what you love then, slag.’ He says as his finger traces around her arsehole. ‘Never,’ she says. ‘I think you’ll tell me. Now, how many fingers do you think your arse can take?’ he says as he slowly slides one finger into her rectum. ‘Oh my god!’ she cries. ‘One, two, three, maybe four? What do you think?’ he continues as he slides a second finger in. ‘Oh no, please stop,’ she cries. ‘All you have to do is tell me what you love and I’ll stop.’ ‘No!’ she shouts as she struggles against him. He pushes her back against the walls and pushes a third finger into her. ‘Tell me you fucking whore. What do you love?’ ‘Oh fuck, stop it. Ok, ok, I’ll tell you. I love being fucked from behind like a bitch. Are you fucking happy now?’ ‘Hmmm, no, I don’t think I believe you, my dear, I think you have a darker secret than that to tell me.’ ‘I don’t think any answer I could give would be good enough for you.’ ‘We’ll see.’ He says as his hand moves up her body and rum smoothly over her breasts. ‘Why don’t you just leave me alone?’ she asks him. ‘Because I like torturing dirty little sluts like you, it really turns me on.’ He says as he drags her out of the bathroom and back downstairs, they turn a corner and go down another staircase into the cellar. It is cold and damp in the cellar, the walls are festooned with chains and more hang from the ceiling with collars and cuffs attached. He chains her up with her hands above her head and between her ankles her fixes a three foot long spreader bar, he walks around her with his hands and eyes roving over her exposed body. With all the dirt washed away the bruises covering her body are much more clearly defined, beautiful shades of purple adorning her flesh. With her legs splayed her glistening cunt is displayed and her juices are beginning to trickle slowly out, flowing gently down the inside of her thigh. ‘You fucking slut, you love this treatment, don’t you? Look at the state of you, so wet.’ He slips a single finger into your cunt and looks her straight in the eye. ‘You’re red hot, you fucking love it, you're dripping wet, you’re cunt is so cock hungry. You can tell me whatever you like, you whore, but your cunt betrays you, It’s begging for attention. You’re just a filthy pervert, a dirty little pain slut.’ He removes his finger and holds it in front of her ‘Look how wet you are, taste it.’ Then he pushed his finger into her mouth. ‘Maybe you need a little more persuasion.’ He goes to a cabinet on the wall and returns with a box; he opens it and removes some kind of electrical item from it. ‘This is called a violet wand, it’s a fabulous invention.’ He says as he strokes it over her breasts tickling her nipples, he slowly moves it down to her side, suddenly a blue spark jumps from the end of the device to her skin, the pain is intense making her shudder. ‘Fuck me!’ she screams out as he moves it across her stomach making her whole body tense from the pain. He moves round behind her and holds the wand to her arse. ‘So, slut, what is your deepest darkest desire, the one that you’re most ashamed of?’ ‘I already told you that’ she says and a jolt of electricity burns through her body making her cry out. ‘I don’t think so, I think you lied.’ He moves the violet wand between her thighs and runs it gently up and down. ‘So, are you going to tell me the truth?’ ‘Please don’t, I’ll tell you.’ ‘Go ahead then,’ he say as he moves it up to her cunt, ‘I’m waiting.’ ‘Ok, it’s . . . it’s this, it’s being bound and tortured my man I absolutely despise, this is it! So now that you know you can stop playing these stupid games with me.’ ‘Hmmm, interesting, are you sure that was the truth?’ ‘Yes, I swear it, now please stop.’ He puts his hand between her legs again and on feeling how wet she is now he knows that she is telling the truth this time. He slid his fingers into her cunt again, moving them in and out of her, fucking her soaking pussy. ‘Please, stop it, oh god please’ He worms his fingers around inside her, watching her reactions as she writhes. He lays her on her back and places the violet wand on the floor next to her, he straddles her and takes his cock out of his trousers then he holds it in front of her face. ‘Suck my cock, you filthy whore.’ He says as he pushes his cock into her mouth, she opens up willingly for him, taking his hard cock into her mouth, licking it, swirling her tongue round the head and sucking hungrily. She gently caresses his balls with her hand as she struggles to take all of him into her mouth; she feels the head of his cock against the back of her throat. She can taste his semen, which only serves to make her want more. He pulls away from her and lays down on top of her, pinning her to the floor, the cold flag stones pressing hard against her back. He pushes his cock deep into her, hard and fast, expecting her to complain but to his surprise she cried out in rapture ‘oh please, oh yes, fuck me,’ ‘Are you sure, slut?’ he says, looking down at her as victory fills his eyes, ‘You’re begging me to fuck you, now.’ ‘Yes,’ she replies confidently, ‘you win, you were right all along. I am a slut and need to be fucked.’ He pins her down, pulling her hair; he reaches over and picks up the violet wand again. He holds it to her breast and presses the button sending an intense burning jolt straight to her flesh, she screams as he continues to send juddering pain through her. She struggles to catch her breath before defiantly yelling at him ‘I can take whatever you can dish out.’ Another jolt causes the same juddering pain to flood through her again, tears stream down her face, he leans forward and gently licks them away. ‘Anything I can dish out, hmmm, well let’s see.’ He says as he slides his cock slowly out of her. ‘On your knees, bitch!’ She does as he orders and before she can do anything else he cuffs her wrists again and connects her ankles to restraints on the floor. He rubs the head of his cock over her anus before saying ‘and now you whore, I’m going to fuck you up the arse like the bitch you are.’ ‘Oh please, don’t,’ she begs as she feels his cock getting harder behind her. ‘You want this, slut, you know you do.’ ‘I don't, please stop,’ she pleads. ‘I know you do, my dear. You cannot hide it, your body will always betray you.’ He informs her as he slowly begins to slide his cock into her anus, opening it up and making her groan. ‘Oh god, no, please don't,’ she continues as he nudges his hard cock into her a little farther, savouring every moment, loving the feeling as his cock penetrates her and he reinforces his control over her. He listens intently as she begs him to stop, her body quivering beneath him in both fear and excitement. She can feel him stretching her, filling her most intimate space and again she appeals to him to stop. He pulls back a little and says ‘Why should I stop? Because it’s hurting you?’ She nods and then gasps as he pushes hard into her, ‘have you forgotten the effect that hurting you has on me? Silly girl, you should have known better.’ A wicked smile appeared across his face, ‘You hadn’t forgotten, you knew exactly what you were doing to me, you disgusting little pain-slut!’ He rams his cock hard into her arse again and again, fucking her hard and deep with complete abandon, she screams out in a mix of unbearable agony and sheer unadulterated pleasure. ‘I want you to stay with me, I want you as my slave.’ he says. Without thinking for even a moment she agrees, ‘Oh god, yes!’ and with one last thrust he fills her deeper, letting out a moan and pumping hot semen into her. He wraps his strong arms around her and kisses her neck gently, ‘You are so beautiful and so easily corrupted, we are going to have a lot of fun together, you and I.’ She smiles at the wicked irony of it all, realizing that she has finally found the man of her darkest dreams in a man she will forever despise.