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Alone again in the motel room, a thousand miles away from her home, Mira cried while standing under the hot water of the shower. She carefully scrubbed the dried cum from her face and gingerly cleaned her bruised and battered tits. As she cried, she realized that the tears weren’t from the pain of the beating she had endured or even the rough treatment that he had given her. Rather, she cried because he had left and she was alone. She wondered when he would return, not worrying about the tortures that might await her when that happened, but just desperate to hear his voice and smell his scent in the air once more. She washed her swollen eyes, slipped into a nightgown and cried herself to sleep on the stained and disgusting motel room bed.
A few hours later, Sir returned unannounced, letting himself in with the key Mira had given him. He watched her as she slept, curled up in the fetal position. Coldly, he walked over, lifted the edge of the blanket from her face and slapped her hard in the face while grabbing her by the hair.
“Did I give you permission to take a shower, you filthy cunt?” he growled.
She slowly opened her eyes, forgetting for a moment where she was, and for the first time in her life, she looked up to see her Master’s face. Despite the angry look in his eyes and the pain she felt from his hand in her hair, she smiled widely at him. “Hi, Sir,” she said and then she sighed contentedly.
This wasn’t the reaction he was expecting. He pulled her up, her body struggling to keep up as he dragged her to the floor by her hair. He forced her to kneel with her head on the ground and her ass in the air. “Don’t you ever look at me without my permission, you worthless fucking whore!” He unbuckled his belt and slid it through the loops of his pants, folded it over and began whipping her exposed back without mercy.
It was still surreal to her. She had been asleep just seconds ago and now was enduring her second beating of the day at his hands. She told herself to focus and tried with all her might to hold the position and not scream out as the belt flew into her skin. As he hit her, he told her over and over again, that she was a whore and a cunt and a worthless piece of shit who needed to learn her place. She concentrated on breathing and told herself that this is how she deserved to be treated, like an object who exists only for the pleasure of her Master.
Soon he grew tired of hitting her and stood behind her, kicking her legs apart. Her head was still pressed against the ground and he began kicking her in the ass, making her grunt from the pain. Then he stood in front of her and pulled her head up by her hair, forcing his boots in her face. She kissed them reverently and then began licking the sides and then the sole of his shoes, lovingly, as if it were her great honor to do so.
“You’re nothing to me, do you know that, pig?” he asked her as she licked the bottom of his boot. She nodded and he kicked her lightly in the face. “Never nod at me, cunt. You’re not my equal in any way. You answer ‘yes, Sir,’ or ‘no, Sir,’ do you understand me?”
“Yes, Sir,” she said, keeping her eyes on the ground. Her back ached and in the back of her mind she was sickened imagining what could be on the bottom of his shoes. She reminded herself that no matter what disgusting substance was stuck in the groves of his boots, she mattered less than even that. Dog shit, dirt, grass and sand, all were better than her. She was truly nothing, truly worthless, truly broken on the floor at his feet, where she knew that she belonged.
He pulled her to her feet and slapped her in the face again. This time, she never raised her eyes to his face. He pushed her down to the bed and lifted the edge of her nightgown.
“I’m going to fuck your ass now, cunt. Do you want to have the honor of having my magnificent cock in your disgusting filthy ass?”
She was terrified. Never in her life had she been taken back there. Even the idea of it disgusted her. Yet she knew that this is what she needed. She needed to bow to his will, no matter how gross or unnatural it felt to her. “Yes, Sir, I would do anything for you to fuck my ass, Sir.”
He was surprised by how fast she was catching on. He reached down between her legs and felt the wetness of her cunt. Slapping her bruised ass cheek, he pulled off his pants and underwear and put his fist around his hard cock, pumping it and getting ready to hurt her with it.
She closed her eyes as tightly as she could and bit her lip, preparing herself for what was to come. He rubbed the head of his cock against her wet cunt lips, teasing her with it. “I don’t know if you deserve my cock, pig. I don’t know why I would desecrate my dick by putting it into your sloppy disgusting asshole. Tell me why you deserve my cock, cunt.”
She moaned as he moved the head of his cock from her clit to her asshole and back again. “I, uhhh, Sir, I don’t deserve it, Sir, but I would do anything for you. I am a worthless, disgusting piece of meat and I exist only to suffer for your pleasure, Sir. My whole life has lead up to this moment, Sir.” She couldn’t believe the words that were coming out of her life. It was like she was on auto-pilot and some strange part of her that had never existed until Sir had created her had taken control of her body.
“That’s right, cunt, you don’t deserve this. Do you know what you do deserve? You deserve to drink my piss and maybe on one special, special day, you might one day deserve to eat my shit, what do you think about that?”
Again, no hesitation from Mira. “Yes, Sir, I deserve to have my mouth filled with your piss and your shit and I’d thank you for both, Sir. It would be an honor to drink your piss and eat your shit.”
At that, he started pressing the head of his cock into her ass. Lubed only by the juices from her cunt and his pre-cum, it was so tight that it actually hurt him to try to force it in. Mira’s head exploded with pain. She had heard the expression “blinding pain” before and now she knew what it meant. Her vision became nothing but a bright white light as her brain tried frantically to detach itself from the torture that was happening to her asshole. She moaned and buried her face into the dirty bedspread. She was determined to endure whatever he needed her to take in order for him to mark her as his own.
He grunted as he pressed himself into her ass. Every millimeter felt like a victory as he rammed himself into his willing little slave girl. Her muscles strained against his cock and her back arched from the pain. When the head of his cock was finally inside her, he reached up, grabbed her by the hips and slammed himself inside of her.
She screamed into the bedspread. The pain was surreal in its intensity. She couldn’t imagine that childbirth could be worse than that. Her whole asshole felt like it was being ripped apart and coated with acid. It burned and it ached and she briefly wondered if he had torn her apart back there. A patina of sweat appeared on her back and tears now fell freely from her eyes. Still, she didn’t tell him to stop or try in any way to get away from this brutal assault.
He was all the way inside of her then, his balls brushing against her shaved pussy. He reached down and picked up his belt, still warm from beating her earlier, and wrapped it around her neck. She gurgled as it cut into her windpipe. He took the ends of the belt and pulled it tight against her throat and began fucking her, pulling his cock nearly out of her ass and then slamming it back in.
The sounds coming out of her mouth were inhuman. Her whole world had been reduced to this moment. Her mind couldn’t concentrate on anything except forcing herself not to protest this invasion. The tears were flowing hard now as she repeated over and over to herself, “This is what you deserve. You’re here to please him and this is the use he needs from you.” He slammed her into the bed, literally fucking the wind out of her lungs, and choked her with the belt. He cared nothing for her pain or her pleasure, just using her as a piece of meat and a sheathe for his cock.
“Take it, you piece of shit,” he growled at her, still pistoning in and out of her as brutally as he could. “Open yourself up for me and take my cock up your filthy, disgusting ass.” She moaned and tried to push back onto his cock, trying so hard to please him despite the agonizing pain rippling through her anus.
She was nothing, an empty vessel who existed only for the pleasure of this violent, sadistic man. Her earlier life as a daughter and a sister and a friend meant nothing to her at this moment. She belonged to him, her heart, her body and her soul, and anything he wanted to do to her was a gift from him in her mind. She tried to stop herself from screaming or from passing out, concentrating on breathing and pushing back onto his cock, trying hard to ignore the pain and the light-headedness caused by the belt against her throat.
Finally, he was coming close to his release. Growling, he sped up the pace of his assault. She started to moan and then to wail softly, gurgling when he’d pull the belt tighter against her windpipe. “Do you want my cum up your ass, cunt?”
Her voice was barely a throaty whisper. It was wracked with pain and stifled by the choking belt. “Yes, Sir, please. I’d do anything to have your cum up my disgusting ass.”
That was all he needed to hear. Groaning, he came inside of her, pulling the belt tight and cutting off her air supply completely. She felt the world go black and she passed out, her last thought a feeling of pride that he had indeed taken her ass virginity and had cum inside of her bowels.
A few minutes later, she was awakened with a splash of water across her face. “Get up, bitch,” he ordered. Wincing, she struggled to her feet. He pulled her down by the hair and forced her to kneel at his feel. He pushed his cock against her lips. “Clean your filthy ass off of my cock, pig,” he told her. She didn’t hesitate, taking him in her mouth reverently and licking off every speck.
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