Page 18 of Thicker Than Blood

Amari

The bedroom was pitch black and quiet but for Master’s steady breathing. I was locked in my spacious cage by the foot of his bed. I sat on the floor of my cage struggling with various thoughts pulling from one extreme to another. After tossing and turning, I eventually sat up to stare into the darkness.

The only memory of today that gave me a sense of peace was when Master showed me the lump sum deposit into my mother’s account. Her work was part-time during Alcina’s school hours, so she needed the child maintenance payments to continue. He didn’t give me permission to call my family though.

I hate him. I hate Stefanos. I hate him being my Master. I hate what he’s done to me, what he’s turning me into. But then there’s this—this other feeling, the twisted shameful part of me that craves his attention, his touch and his approval. It makes me sick.

He is breaking my mind, reshaping it into something I don't recognise. I sigh quietly and look toward the floor I licked today. God, I licked and tongued his bloody arsehole earlier then drank his—my stomach churned at the thought with my dinner about to come up. I licked my dry lips but all it did was remind me of licking his salty thick cum off the floor.

Why? Why did I enjoy the sick depraved things he made me do?

Fear crawled and clawed my insides, spreading like a virus. The fear of becoming nothing. Fear of losing myself so completely that there was no way back for me. I thought of the kitten and her Dom from Club X but shook my head. There was no comparison. Master wanted to destroy me, obliterate me, break me.

He was conditioning me to respond to his voice without thought. I could see it in his eyes and his rare smiles—the smugness and gratification from my capitulation. It was like watching myself from the outside, screaming to stop and fight back, but I couldn’t. And he knew it too. He knew why I would continue to obey.

He caned me raw and fucked my ass so hard that I thought he would truly hurt me, yet despite my fear, I came not once but twice. My ass clenched around my tail, remembering how he felt inside me, rubbing my insides with the vibrator forcing me to cum through the pain. I rubbed my temple with my paws. It was like he rewired my brain, made it so that I can't separate pain from pleasure. When Master fucked my throat today, I loved how my throat ached and throbbed afterwards.

The humiliation, the degradation—it should disgust me, and it does, but then there is that small part of me growing to enjoy it. I look toward my Master’s bed, my heart beating faster. He was an extremely dangerous man out for blood.

As I move to lie on the floor of my cage, there is whispering in the back of my mind. Maybe this is what I was meant for. Perhaps this is who I really am, that I was just as sick as he was. And that was the most terrifying thought that kept me awake for most of the night.

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He pushed my face into my bowl until the edge of it pressed against the top of my nose. I winced at the pain before whimpering for mercy, he enjoyed that sound. It worked. He moved his hand back and I tried to eat faster, chasing the last few bites of food.

“Perhaps I should get you some dog food,” he mused but I lifted my head to see amusement twinkling in his eyes.

It has been nine days since we were in his Greek retreat. Every day was the same routine. Breakfast was his cum on the floor or directly in my neck before I got real food. Then the small cage in his office. He fucked me at lunchtime and at times after dinner. Sometimes he bathed me like a dog, and I was permitted to shower other times. He gave me an enema after three days, saying I would get this done twice a week at a minimum.

He only used my mouth or my ass but if I was lucky I got a vibrator in my pussy. There was no caning but he liked to spank my ass at times. I was always on guard not wanting to give him a reason to fly off the handle with me. I noticed he wasn't drinking as much and had to wonder if this was why he was more mellow.

“Cage time,” he said lifting my bowl and placing it in the dishwasher.

His staff usually came when we were in his office. I was sure he didn't know how to turn the dishwasher on. He picked up my leash and led me into the office and I cringed seeing the tiny cage. He opened the door, and I crawled into the cage. I tried to get comfortable as he locked me up. There was little to do, stuffed in the cage while he worked, but he enjoyed seeing my discomfort when I came out of the cramped space. Every second of the day, my focus was on him. I often wondered who was more sick. Him for doing this to me or me for enjoying his attention.

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He pulled me out of the cage, and I rolled onto my back, trying to stretch my muscles slowly. Master stood over me watching me but when his eyes were focused on my pussy. He left for a few moments but soon returned by the time I could move my limbs again. That was when I noticed the wand vibrator in his hand.

He knelt down, put one hand on my chest, and pushed the other between my legs, switching the wand on. The strong vibrations immediately made me moan and Master began to squeeze my breasts, tugging on my nipples, pinching them before rubbing them. My legs fell apart and I lifted my hips up.

The pleasure was too much when he slid the wand over my clit and I closed my legs knocking his hand away. He slapped my breast so hard that it took my breath away. The sharp stinging pain from his hand made me spread my legs for him.

“Such a filthy little bitch,” he said slapping my other breast. “Yeah. Do you like thatpornì?”Whore.

I nodded as he rubbed the wand up and down the length of my pussy.

“Kókoras pou agapás tin pórni. Tha pas to poulí mou ópou thélo,” he said in Greek.You cock loving whore. You will take my cock wherever I want you to.

The only words I caught were cock and whore.

“You are drenching the vibrator, bitch,” he said palming my breast before clamping his fingers on it until I gasped with pain but then he brought the wand to my clit again magnifying my pleasure through the pain.

He began to slap each breast, pausing for a moment in between each slap. I was breathing so hard that the mask was hot and damp. I tried to keep still, but I began to move, trying to rub myself against the vibrator.

“Are you gonna cum, whore?” he said slapping me again until I screamed out my release but he didn't stop he continued rubbing my pussy and slapping my breasts.

I pushed my feet flat on the floor and raised my hips, my body shook as the pleasure ripped through me. My empty pussy contracted.

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