Stalked Ch. 4
We weren't allowed to leave the house. Stassa and Pope were afraid someone would find us or we'd escape somehow, so we were confined to the filthy house. There was minimal furniture and what furniture there was, was dirty, torn, or broken. Broken like us, torn apart like our souls.
Greg took my hand roughly, pulling me towards the stairs. "Show me your room?" he said in a low voice full of lust.
"Sure," I whispered, leading him up the steep steps and to my room down the hallway. I stopped at my door and he opened it for me with a flourish. When he saw my living conditions he balked, standing frozen in the doorway with a look of disgust on his face.
"This is where you sleep?" he asked, appalled.
"Yeah," I mumbled, embarrassed for a moment, until I remembered that it wasn't really my room. I refused to take ownership of anything Stassa provided for me. Fuck her.
He entered and pulled me in with him. He spun me around and pushed me against the broken dresser, breaking it even more. He pulled down my dress, exposing my breasts, making me rush to cover them. He pushed my hands away, pinning them to my sides. He took my mouth with his and kissed me roughly. My back was arched painfully against the dresser, making me wince in pain.
"You want me, don't you?" he husked in my ear.
"Yes," I forced out.
But he could tell it was forced and it made him angry. He was a monster, and a perceptive one too. His nostrils flared and a heat rose in his hollowed cheeks. He was an attractive man, but his motives made him hideous to me. He took me by the throat and squeezed until I felt myself slipping. I thought he would kill me in that moment, and no matter how hard I scratched and pulled at his arms, he wouldn't let up. Finally, he relented and I gasped and choked for air. My throat was already sore from Pope choking me earlier, now it was raw and deeply bruised.
"You will enjoy all that I do to you, you hear me, slut?"
I nodded vehemently, still gasping for air. He moved his face down to my neck and sucked like a fish. I was beyond repulsed, but stayed still and quiet for fear he would kill me. He ripped my dress down the rest of the way while sucking my nipples. He roved his hand down from my shoulder, over my stomach and to my bare pussy. He spit on his hand, shoving two fingers inside my dry pussy.
"Fuck, you're so tight," he growled.
He grabbed my waist and spun me around, directing me to sit on the old used pallet. He pushed me down onto it and started undressing as fast as he could. Once he was naked, he got to his knees on my pallet and spread my legs wide. My heartbeat was wild, putting me in a dizzying frenzy.
"You clean?" he asked with no emotion in his voice.
"Yes," I managed through the roaring in my ears.
He nodded and put his face between my legs, putting his thin mouth over my pussy. He licked hesitantly at first, testing it out. He must have liked what he tasted, because he dove right in and started to suck and fuck me with his tongue. No matter how hard I tried to despise what he was doing to me, my body betrayed me and I could feel an orgasm building. It disgusted me more than anything. He was purposefully trying to get me off, to prove something. He licked and sucked until I came, shudders racking my body no matter how hard I tried to stay still.
"Say thank you, daddy. Thank you for making me cum," he demanded.
"Thank you, daddy, for making me cum," I whispered hoarsley, my throat sore.
"Good, now it's my turn." He smiled wildly.
He got in between my legs and shoved himself inside me, his spit making it slide right in to the hilt. I cried out in pain, he didn't give me anytime to adjust. But I was used to that with Tex. So, it wasn't as bad as I imagined it would be. I just closed my eyes and pretended I was at home, in my bed with Tex. When he was finished, he crawled off me carefully and asked if I had anything to clean himself up with. I got up, rummaged through my dresser and handed him a plain t-shirt. He used it to clean off his dick and groin and got dressed.
"I'll see you soon, my little princess," he told me.
I shuddered in response to his words. I didn't want to see him again, but knew I would. I knew he wasn't done with me yet, and maybe wouldn't be for a long time. I also knew I'd be here for a while, before being sold and then I'd be with Greg forever until he disposed of me. My body started to shake uncontrollably and my mind swirled round and round. I lay down and rolled into a ball and sobbed myself to sleep.
The door banging open woke me and Stassa's screaming like a banshee. "Get up, get up right now!"
I pulled myself up into a sitting position, my limbs sore from disuse. I rubbed at my sleepy eyes and looked up at her. She gestured for me to stand and I did. My legs wobbled beneath me and I almost fell into her.
"Pull yourself together, we have another event tonight," she said with an irritated tone. "Meet me in the changing room. Hurry up!"
I dug through the dresser, looking for something comfortable to wear. I found another t-shirt and some leggings. I dressed hurriedly and rushed to the changing room where the rest of the girls were standing in line already. I stood in line with them and waited with bated breath for Stassa to enter.
She entered with a flourish of her hands and wore a beaming smile on her face. "Well, Mia did a great job last night. She has a potential buyer. For the rest of you sluts, you did a shit job and no one is interested in any of you except Mara. He didn't say he wants to buy just yet, but would like to see her again. That's promising. I'm proud of you two." She clapped her hands together, walking over to the one girl I wasn't introduced to.
She had jet black hair down to her shoulders, straight as a pin. She looked like a little elf, beautiful in a mystical kind of way. Stassa handed her a chocolate bar. Then she walked over to me and handed me one as well. I looked down at the bar in my hands and back up to Stassa's smiling face. She was waiting expectantly, so I did the smart thing and appeased her. I ripped open the chocolate bar and took a small bite.
