Page 13 of Thicker Than Blood

“Did I say you could speak,bitch?” he said each word was like a shard of ice, sharp and unrelenting, piercing the silence.

“Woof,” I said softly biting back my tears but still trying to appease him. “Woof, woof.”

My dog-like pleas were met with silence. Until I felt him move my hair and yank my neck up from the collar before he dragged me across the room. I scrambled onto my hands and knees, trying to keep up with him. He lifted me into the air, and I used my paw gloves, uselessly trying to prevent myself from choking as the collar bit into my neck cutting off my oxygen.

My body landed on cold padding and he relinquished his grip on my collar. I gasped for air while he pulled at my limbs. My eyes watered at his vicious assault. When I recovered I was strapped into a permanent kneeling position on a black padded bench. I followed the sound of his footsteps and when he removed a thin cane from the wall. I closed my eyes, not wanting to see what else he would use on me.

“You disobeyed me,” he said, his voice low and cold, fear made me want to tug at the straps that held my ankles and wrists, but I forced myself to remain still.

“Wuf,” I said but the bark was barely audible and pathetic at best.

“Den eísai típota,” he said in Greek slowly before repeating the words in English. “You are nothing.”

I gasped at the exact words he told me earlier. They pierced my heart because most of the time I felt empty. In the way of my mother’s romance or desperately trying to be part of the family when Alcina was born. In a mediocre job, and I ended up with a cheating boyfriend.

I began to pant again, the mask becoming claustrophobic. My mind a whirlwind of fear and suspense. I didn’t know what he would do, but I knew this: whatever came next, it would break me.

But would he leave me broken or put me back together?

Chapter 9

Stefano

The room was dimly lit, perfect for my dark mood. My heart thrummed with a wild, intoxicating rhythm as I stood before her—my pet, my creation, my revenge in the flesh. My eyes roved over her stuffed asshole, down to her strapped ankles. She lay before me as my bitch. The dog ears on her mask trembled before she visibly shivered. Her fear was palpable, a sweet aroma filling the air, and I breathed it in deeply, savouring it.

I left the vibrator and lubricant beside the bench, taking the cane, moving to see her masked face. Her eyes were wide and pleading, they darted up to meet mine before she quickly looked away. The silver spikes in her collar glinted under the faint light, a symbol of her submission, and her helplessness. It was the perfect bitch collar for Amari.

When I stepped closer, my shoes were the only sound in the room. I ran my hand down the long thin cane, striking it in the air. The sound of it slicing through the air, sharp, cutting, and she flinched at the beautiful sound,

This is what I lived for—this moment, this control, this exquisite blend of fear and pain. Tonight she was my canvas and I was the artist, painting my masterpiece in shades of suffering.

“Since you are nothing, you should be given a new name. Skýla shall be your new name. It is fitting since it means bitch,” I said, my voice dripping with malice. “Or should it be pornì since a whore like you attracts so many men?”

She whimpered again, the animalistic sound suited her since she was my pet bitch. I smiled and traced the tip of the cane down her spine to her rubber tail, sticking up in the air. Her magnificent ass was in the air and I tapped the cane over it, making her jump and tug against her restraints, but there was no escaping my wrath.

“Let’s begin,” I said yanking the tail out of her asshole and tossing it to the floor.

I positioned myself to bring down the first blow. I felt alive, more alive than I’d ever been. This was my revenge, my pleasure, my darkness and she had no choice but to endure it.

The cane whistled through the air and struck her buttocks, her howl was still echoing around the room when I hit her again, applying equal blows on each side. Three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine and for the tenth I thrashed her with a vicious blow, cutting her scream off with a loud sob.

With relish I inspected her rear, my first mark on her virgin flesh. The marks were deep and forming colour despite her darker skin. She quietly sobbed behind her mask while I rubbed my hands over her ass cheeks. I reached for the wand because the bitch deserved a reward for not begging me to stop or uttering a human word throughout her punishment.

She was mine to take, to punish, to degrade and to humiliate in any way I chose. I switched the wand on and stuffed it between her cunt and the padded bench. Tonight she would learn to love whatever I decided to give her. Her crying grew quieter against the constant buzzing of the vibrator.

I unzipped my trousers and pulled my cock out dragging my balls over the zip. Once I was thoroughly lubricated, I smeared her asshole with a generous dollop of lube. The sight of herwrinkled tight asshole against my marks made my cock drip over her ass.

I pressed the head against her sealed hole and began to push until her asshole had no choice but to spread itself open for me. My bitch would take her first cock in her ass, whipped, restrained and no matter how painful it was for her she would still cum.

“Good little Skýla take your Master’s cock in your ass,” I said watching her hole swallow my entire head.

Her ears popped up and she moaned, hanging between pain and pleasure. I grinned and forced another few inches inside her, panting when her asshole sucked me into her tight soft hole.

“Yes, you little bitch, take your Master,” I said, gritting my teeth as I managed to squeeze myself in.

She was too tight, the ring around her asshole strangled my cock trying to prevent my entry. The feel of the vibrations began to come through and I held her ass cheeks and slammed into her. Her cry joined the sound of the wand while I pulled back and thrust inside her again.

“Just like that,” I said as the tight ring gave way.

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