“Will, come in here.” Terrance called.
The young man, reading in the
parlor, dropped his book. “Yes, sir?” His heart raced, afraid his master would
punish him for reading, for taking leisure.
“Come in.”
Will had only been in the rooms
during the day. They were stark and plain, very easy to clean, though the blood
was both disturbing and stubborn when stained. He followed the icy-skinned man
into the room and found a woman with black skin like his own, trussed up and
hanging from the roof.
“She says she wants more.”
“Yes. Yes, master. I am evil.
Punish me more.”
Terrance shook his head, white
blond hair swinging out. “I don’t understand. Aren’t you people beaten enough?”
Will’s jaw clenched. “No. Some
women never learn their place.” He strode up to the woman and slapped her face.
Blood and saliva sprayed the floor. “Some women are no good for anything.” He
slapped again, sending her head spinning in the opposite direction. “Some women
are only good for fucking.” He unbuttoned his trousers, ready to do what it
seemed his master had failed in.
“Will, stop.” It wasn’t
Terrance but Sophia. Even after three years in their service, he still wasn’t
comfortable with his owners. They could hear everything in the house and they
were as fast as ghosts, appearing in one room and then another. He had learned
quickly to do as they asked, when they asked, because they always knew if he
didn’t. “Go back to your book.”
“No,” he said, not taking his
eyes off the woman before him. “This is what you want, isn’t it, whore?” He
stepped closer, squeezing her cheeks and deforming her mouth. “You want me to
fuck you savagely while I tear out your hair, twist off your nipples.”
“William,” Sophia said again,
an air of command.
“No, wait.” This time it was
Nicholas. Were they all going to watch him? Not that he particularly cared, but
it would increase the woman’s shame.
“Yes,” she said, tears leaking
from her eyes. “Please, sir.”
He dropped her mouth to slap
her again. “I am not your sir. I am not your master. I am your executioner.” He
grabbed her by the hips and attempted to spear her. His cock hadn’t cooperated,
so he used several fingers, jamming them into her, pushing hard. He also
pinched her butt cheek, pulled her hair, and tweaked her nipple, pulling it and
twisting.
She screamed and rocked on his
hand, wetness leaking from it around her. She sobbed. “Yes...ah...yes...ah...”
Her gasps started to even out and Will pulled back his hand.
“You are nothing but a filthy
whore and you will never be anything to anyone.”
Her eyes closed and she sagged
against her bonds, relaxing completely.Remember to check out all the tasters on the blog.
