The slave girl knelt by the side of the bed. She no longer knew how long she had been there as the hours melted together. She tried to shift again, to find a more comfortable position, but the ropes held her tight and the more she struggled, the more her shoulders ached.
"At least master inserted a catheter" she thought as she remembered the many times she had soiled herself in embarrassment from being unable to hold her water any longer.
She leaned her head against the bed, the one position allowed to her that relieved some of the pain in her body and wondered what her friends would think of her now, if they could see her in this degrading situation. She half-smiled to herself as she thought of how her life had been before she had met her master.
Her name had been Emily before master took her identity away and she had been a real social butterfly; president of her sorority, top of her class, dozens of silly boyfriends falling all over themselves trying to please her and treat her like a princess. None of them had understood what she needed.
They all thought she was crazy to stay with such a "self-serving asshole" but she knew better. She was low, and dirty, and bad, and deserved everything he gave her and did to her. She was unworthy of the cum he sometimes let her lick out of the cunt of another woman. She was his slave, body, mind, and soul, and the safety and satisfaction she felt in knowing she was his and that she could not escape him was very difficult to explain to someone else.
She closed her eyes against the pain and remembered the day he took her name. He had beaten her ass with the cane again, until her buttocks were bright red. He knew just how to do it, to give her the ultimate pain without breaking the skin. She had cum twice from the pain/pleasure of the beating and was feeling weak from the ordeal.
"It is time for you to become truly mine" he had said "from now on; you will be referred to by me as slave, slut, whore, or bitch."
She had laughed at this statement. She still had not completely understood that they were not playing a game; that her destiny was to give up who she was and become his completely. His anger at her laughter was fast and furious. He grabbed her by the hair, pulled her head back until her neck was at an uncomfortable angle and bit down on her ear.
Then he whispered, soft but menacing into her ear "This is not a joke you slut, if I say you don't need a name, then you don't need a name. If I say you are mine, you are mine. And if I tell you that I am now going to fuck you in the ass to show you who is the boss here, what do you say?"
"Yes, please" she whimpered.
"Good girl" he responded.
Then he bent her back over the bed, and pressed his huge member up against her sphincter muscle. Her initial reaction was to tense, since she had never experienced this before. But as he pushed against her, slowly and persistently, the lube he had applied generously to her ass and his cock assisting with his invasion, she realized quickly that to resist would only make the pain worse.
In less than seconds he was inside her, thrusting deeply and she was overcome with the sensations ripping through her body. He held her by the hair and pulled her towards him as he thrust into her again and again. Soon she felt her own body pushing back against him, almost against her will, as she felt her pleasure grow. She moaned, and cried out as she experienced this ultimately dirty and demeaning act of submission and as the animal lust filled her body.
At the moment of her orgasm, he spanked her again on her still tingling ass cheeks. The mixture of pain, pleasure and the shock of his hand on her butt brought her over the top as she had never felt before. Tears appeared in her eyes but they were tears of happiness as well as of pain.
