Page 50 of Degradation
Her blonde hair catches the light. There’s a fragility that reminds me of a porcelain doll, easily shattered, yet captivating in her delicacy.
Without fully comprehending my actions, I find myself raising my hand, entering a bid. She’s no one of consequence, and the price reflects that, yet I can’t pull away. No one bothers to fight me. I can even see a few men muttering, wondering why I of all people would be interested in this whore, especially considering I haven’t even inspected her before trying to make the purchase.
The gavel strikes, and she’s mine. A guard drags her out of the ring, and I make my way down, meeting him by thebackdoor. I don’t need to hand him the money now, he knows exactly who I am, that we, the Blake’s own this place, own his arse too.
I grasp her arm tightly, ignoring her gasp of pain as I pull her towards one of the private playrooms.
Poor little bitch doesn’t have a clue what’s in store for her now.
She’s staring at me, pleading with her eyes. Does she think I’m her saviour? Does she fool herself into believing this is some rescue mission? Can the woman not see what I am, what my soul is?
The door closes behind us, and the lock clicks into place. She can’t escape here, but me, I can walk out anytime I want, my fingerprint is the key.
I draw in a deep breath, steeling myself, calming that roaring in my chest and then I remember that I don’t have to. This one is mine. Mine to use. Mine to break. I paid good money for her; I can do whatever I want.
And what I want right now, what I desperately need is pain.
I grab her arms, looping them together with a strip of leather. She cries out, begging, as if she’s not been paying attention to where we are. Does she think Oblivion is some sort of daycare?
I hook the strap up to a link in the ceiling and I pull it hard enough, tight enough that her entire body is hauled right up into the air.
She screams out, kicking, and I give her arse a good slap.
She’s pretty enough. Her breasts are smaller than they looked from where I was, her face is a little too pointed, but her hair, her hair is near perfect.
“Stupid little whore.” I snarl, slapping her again.
She starts to sob, shaking her head, mimicking the woman I imagine to perfection. I stalk over to the wall, to where all thebest instruments are waiting. I pull off a horse whip, and with a turn, I strike at her flesh.
She screams more then.
She sings so fucking beautifully.
I lash her, I whip her, I tear the skin off her back. She’s screaming the entire time, kicking out, doing everything she can to get free.
Each sob, each bit of agony that pours from her, feeds the beast within me, a creature starved for the catharsis of punishment. I am both judge and executioner, doling out a sentence that satisfies my thirst for pain.
Eventually she falls silent, hanging so limply from her wrists, and I toss the whip, hearing it clatter across the floor.
I grab her legs, pull her body back, and free my cock.
As I push into her, she comes to life once more. She snarls and she struggles, and her inner walls tear so deliciously as I force my way in.
Virgin fucking cunt. Virgin pussy.
That’s what Gunther wanted, what he got. And right now, I’m enjoying that very same meal.
It doesn’t matter that she’s not a Founder, it doesn’t matter that this bitch here is the lowest of the low, her cunt will take me just the same.
I groan, shutting my eyes, feeling as those nasty barbs catch on her inner flesh. I can see it, I can seehersplayed before me. I can see the way her blue eyes are so wide with tears.
And I can see all my come as I covered her.
I pull the girl’s body back at a greater angle, fucking her mercilessly, using her like the whore she now is. My dick slams into her cervix and it hurts so good. Even now, her muscles are refusing to fully submit, refusing to give way.
One day soon, I’m going to do that toher.
I know it.
