Bound on the floor in leather cuffs and ties, the girl trembled naked with blood running along crisscross wounds from her back to her chest along her legs and ass. A trickle of blood also streamed down from her swollen nipples, pierced with two silver rings, about a 6th gauge. While her ass quivered high in the air, her face pushed into the floor, smashed into her cheek as she shut her tearful eyes, crying out as another whiplash delivered itself across the firm cheek. The blow stung against her sensitive skin and sent a pang throughout her tiny body, as the flesh between her spread legs glistened with cum and sweat. Two hands gently came to her ass, but the feel of the oil and skin against the open wounds stung and again, a cry escaped through the parted pout of the defiled beauty. He released after gripping it, only to grab it harder so that she cried out in a higher octave as she felt the round tip of a cock lingering over her asshole, squirting liquid over it until his fingers moved to massage it over the tightly clenched hole between the now red hams of her luscious ass. Opening her eyes, she saw that an audience had gathered, standing round in a circle as more and more of them started to form around. There was a pause between the squirting of his cum around her asshole and then, the head of his dick pushed itself in, slow at first, withdrawn and then slammed back in as the women and men around her begin to cheer him on. Unable to get away, she gritted her teeth and bore with the pain of the taking of her ass, her little fists holding her fingers tightly together.
“CALL HIM MASTER, CALL HIM MASTER!” They chanted louder and louder as his thrusts grew in momentum and strength within her, ravaging the cavity of her butt as he banged her without mercy. His balls slapped against the bottom of her cheeks every time he pummeled his throbbing manhood into the tight circle of enclosed flesh. He squeezed her ass cheeks together so that it panged more each time she denied to call him by his rightful name, making her clench her muscles as she felt the splash of her own juices all over the backs of her legs and ass. He still would not stop but he did not command her to do anythin. The voices all around demanded that she call him master over and over.
As he buried the massive organ deep, wiggling it within her as he held onto her hips so that the tip of his head felt like it was tickling her stomach. Forcing her ass back on his dick farther than before, he kept her from trying to thrash about as she opened her lips and screamed the name they had been dying to hear, “MASTER! MASTER!”
Pulling out of her swollen asshole, he smacked her left ham playfully and she heard a laugh echo from him, along with the rest of the people around and then in a degrading tone, , he said, “Good wench.”
The crowds parted and she raised her head to watch him walk behind them, bare ass and drinking from a water bottle, as if he had not just defiled a perfectly good female. Turning to look over his shoulder at her, the evil smirk dancing on his lips forced her head back down as she softly sobbed for the loss of innocence and grace, integrity and even beauty. Chuckling, he tossed the bottle in front of her bowed face to where she could just lick around the rim with her tongue if she chose to. Raising her flashing eyes of malice and contempt, she saw the smirk she hated on his face. Then clenching his chiseled jaw, he cocked a brow as if to command her to quit challenging him and lick the rim of bottle. The thoughts transpiring silently between them were enough to make her slip the wet muscle from in between her bitten lips and lick the solitary drop of water from the lip of the bottle. The snickers escaping from him now the only sounds left in the room. It was enough to make her blood boil with anger. Although, she still did not pull on the chains holding her cuffed wrists back against the floor by her ankles.
Again, he turned away and left her there, broken and in pain as the cold air grew chillier and chillier, goose bump raising on her lashed flesh. Salty droplets of tears hung on her lips as she leaned her head into the floor. She needed slight rest no matter how much torture she was to endure by being left alone in the dark. Suffering in blackness, shivers ravished her every other second as the chill grew to freezing temperatures. In her daze of sleep, she heard a creak of the door and then footsteps, and as she raised her weary eyes to see who the owner be. Her vision blurred so that she could only see shadows of the person. Only blackness of the figure as his hands moved to the locks of the cuffs and chains, undoing them so that she fell with a cry forward. To her surprise, her fall was cushioned by his soft arms. Her body felt broken in several different places, all of her muscles sore as she strained to move, but found herself weak and without the ability to run away. The feel of this man was different, but how could she be sure?
