Chapter 9: His Bed, My Cage
Maureen
He slammed his hand against my ass, and smashed it roughly, while his other hand pinned my nipple with force.
His d**k brushed against my ass as he wrapped his two hands around my nipples from behind. pinching and rubbing them harshly.
"Please…." The words escaped my mouth, a wave of pain and pleasure coursing through me at the same time.
I just want to feel his d**k on my p**sy, which has already swallow so badly, filled with p**any water that was starting to be too much.
"Fuck me please….." I muttered under my breath, biting my tongue as he proceeded to suck my nipples. But then,in a second, the sweet sensations flowing through my body disappeared, replaced by pain. Flowing like a river.
He bit my nipples like he was chewing gum. He sucked them like fruit juice, then bit it with his teeth like it was meat. All this while his eyes were closed, and he made no sound. I couldn't tell if he was enjoying it.
When I tried to push his head away after he had been biting my nipples for a minute, he opened his eyes and shot me a dangerous gaze then continued like a starved lion and moved to my next nipple.
"Please….. master," I whispered out the words, a bit loud for him to hear it while my p**sy keep quivering.
And finally, when he had let go of me, he carried me like a doll and threw me on the bed roughly, so hard that my legs hit the bed frame, causing me to wince in pain.
"Spread your legs." His words came with force and command, making my heart skip.
I quickly positioned myself on the bed and spread my legs wide apart. When I look into his eyes, all I could see was Revenge, hatred and pain
I didn't see what I was looking for.
Lust.
Which means he doesn't find me attractive to begin with. Not to talk of him lusting over my body.
He grabbed my two legs and pulled it closer to his thigh, where his d**k hanging heavily between them.
I exhaled shakily and closed my eyes while I clutched the bedsheets.
He thrust his d**k into my slippy p**sy, and thrust on it Fastly, until I felt him inside of me. I lifted my head a little to see if his thing had fully swallowed my thing but I was mistaken.
It was only half way through it.
With force, he began to thrust in and out, making my body move in fast motion, and waves of pain clouding my body.
The deeper he went inside of me, the more it felt like my p**The sky was tearing apart. This pain was nothing compared to the first time he tried it. This is hellfire. Worse than any punishment he could ever give me in the future.
The room was filled with the sounds of my scream and the bed making a cracking sound. He had deepen his d**k fully inside of me, and it hurt so bad that I can feel it touching my womb.
He kept pounding into me with force while I screamed out my lung, gripping the bedsheets tightly to keep me from collapsing. Maybe from dying because I feel so numb right now. Like I can't feel my body. Like I was no longer in control of my body.
I stole glances at him, trying to read his face but all I saw was coldness and raw hatred in his eyes.
I wasn't enjoying it anymore. Pleasure was gone, replaced with pain, like sharp pain stinging through my virginal and it hurt like hell.
When he finally pulled out, I felt slight relief. his d**k was stained with blood, proof that he had taken my chastity.
"Please…. Master." I cried softly when he placed the cap of his c**k in my p**sky and thrust in back with force and brutality. His things moved inside of me in fast motion, making me scream out my lungs even though my voice was getting lower, but I prayed the moon goddess would touch his heart and he would let me go.
Looking at him, it seems something has taken control of him. He was no longer himself, I could tell. Hence the reason why he's not showing me mercy like the first time.
When I felt like my womb might be damage, which might make me unable to produce children in the future, I grabbed his d**k, trying to push it out of my p**say to prevent any damage but unfortunately, he slapped my hand aside, flipped me over, and slapped my ass repeatedly until I was panting, my body shaking as blood ran down my thigh.
When he tried to turn me back to face him, I pulled away in fear and covered myself with a pillow, hoping he would have mercy on me and let go of me.
.
But unfortunately, I was wrong. There was no sympathy in his eyes. Just cold and raw hatred that scares the hell out of me.
He grabbed my hair, dragged me closer, then held my legs with one hand, and then deep his four fingers inside my p**sy. While he was doing that, he maintained eye contact with me as tears streamed down my face and my breath came out in loud gasps.
" please master. I can't take this anymore." I whispered,my body was failing me. I could no longer feel my voice anymore. It was almost gone.
For the first time, I caught him smiling. Like he was enjoying the whole thing.
"We haven't even begun, slave. By the time I'm done with you. You will wish your parents never brought you into this world."
Then, he brought out the BDSM equipment. And tied my legs, while forcing my head down.
I can't believe his bed isn't jus
t a place of punishment. It's my cage.
Chapter 10: Control Over Mercy
Stefan
How could she be so foolish as to think she could fall in love with me?
Or does she believe that loving me would guilt trap me into going easy on her?
It angers me how easily she submits to me. So to destroy whatever feelings she has for me. I take her without mercy.
I bring out the BDSM equipment which contains chains, collar, and a blindfold.
I chain her legs to the ceiling. Her body hangs upside down, blood streams from between her legs down to her stomach. Her breathing turns loud and shallow. Her legs trembled uncontrollably,
Moving to the next steps, I took the blindfold and tied it tightly around her eyes.
"Don't move," I say.
She just nods quickly even though she can't see me. That obedience makes anger rise in my chest. She should not be this easy. Not after everything her bloodline has done to mine.
I bring out the collar and lock it around her neck and connect it to the chain above. If she struggles too much, it tightens and even though it's not enough to kill her, but enough to remind her that her life doesn't belong to her. Not anymore.
Her body shakes the moment she feels it.
"You feel that?" I say coldly. "That's control!!"
I step back and watch her hang there, her arms tremble, her fingers curl and uncurl like she's trying to hold on to something that isn't there.
The sight of blood flowing down her body fills me with dark satisfaction.
I walk around her slowly so she can't tell where I am even though she turns her head uselessly, blind and helpless. But the scent of her fear was everything to me.
"You think love will save you. You think submitting makes you special." I whispered at the words a chuckle, loud enough for her to hear.
"No, I'm really sorry about that. I take back my words. She murmured softly.
"You're wrong." I stop in front of her and pull a lever, making the chain jerks suddenly.
Her body swings hard, she screams as the collar pulls tight. Not really choking her but enough to make her panic.
"Please master," she cries.
" Please forgive my father for everything he did. I'm really sorry on his behalf."
Her words ignite my rage. My wolf growls inside me.
Remembering that I'm not done torturing her, I take a dildo from my wardrobe which I have bought for this special moment because I knew a day like this would come when I'll torture her through sex.
I turned the dildo on and force it inside her p**sy. Making her jerk at first and breath labored again.
I want her to feel pleasure before the pain. I want her to understand what it means to be the last survivor of her bloodline.
Her legs quivered, blood flowing more from her p**say as scream, escape her mouth.
"Do you feel that?" I whispered coldly. "Do you feel your lungs burning from screaming?" That's how my sister felt when your father killed her and her unborn children."
Funny enough I was there when it all happened. I was hiding away in one corner like a coward. I couldn't show myself because I was afraid of getting killed. I couldn't save my only sister. I watch her die in the hands of that evil man.
The reason? I don't even know why he did that. I don't know the grudges he holds against my pack.
Maybe he misunderstood something. Maybe he thought killing my sister would let him walk free. But he was wrong. My father and I declared war. My father was injured during that war and till now it hasn't healed up. So tell me, why should I forgive his daughter?
Angers surged through me as those memories flooded my thoughts again.
I removed the dildo again ,and thrust it inside myself, in and out with force until her scream echoed endlessly in my head..
"Please, master," she cries. "I can't feel my legs anymore. I can't feel myself. It's damaged."
She cried but I turned deaf ears to her pleas.
Remembering how my sister begged, how her father slapped her down. I will not go easy on his daughter.
Her voice fades until she goes completely silent. I removed the chain and collar, making her body drop to the floor with a heavy thug.
Well, if she passes out now, so be it. At least it spares her from what's coming next. Punishment far worse than this.
I wrapped a towel around my waist and sat down. Lighting a cigarette as I stared at her motionless body.
Even like this, she's beautiful. A shame such a body lies broken on the floor n
"Stefan…." A familiar voice echoed in, and then, I heard the sounds of my door opening.
She was the only one allowed to walk in my room without approval.
I inhale deeply, my eyes still fixed on Maureen.
"What did you...." I guess she has seen everything. Which was the reason why she was unable to complete her statement.
I turned to her slowly, a faint smile on my lips. Cigarette between my fingers.
"What have you done?" She asked in a horrific way.
"Why are you here Danika? I didn't seek your presence." I whispered coldly, maintaining eye contact with her.
She walks closer, then kneels and grabs my hands, pressing them to her chest.
"You haven't called for me in a week. I thought I did something wrong. I thought Maureen had taken my position." She says emotionally. Making me roll my eyes.
"But seeing this," she continues, standing up, "I think it was worth it." She hugs me tightly. Her face beaming with happiness.
"Thank you for taking revenge for Anita."
I pull away slightly and break the news to her. Which might lighten her mood more.
"She's not dead
yet. But if you want her dead, she's yours now. Do whatever you want with her. She's close to being dead anyway."