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Her fingers are at my pussy. I squirm, trying to get away, but I know that it's no use. She wants to play and I'm her favorite toy. Right now I'm helpless, sprawled out for her to do as she pleases. For her to show me just how much she hates me.
"Yoreli." Lust coats my name. "You know how much I love it when you fight me; you are mine to do with as I please and right now, I want to finger fuck that pussy of yours."
I cringe at her language; she's so vulgar. I hate her more than I have ever hated anyone in this world. I'm destined to be her plaything and there's no hope for me. I've been her toy for almost two years now; no one has saved me and no one ever will. Who's going to want to help the virgin orphan?
As soon as her tongue flicks my clit and her fingers fuck my pussy I submit. I can't help it. The pleasure takes over and I'm lost in the moment. I'm withering silently wishing it’ll end as she continues to fuck me with her mouth and fingers. Tingles start in my spine and begin to build. God, please let this be over. Just as quickly as the orgasm began building, it's taken away.
"Come on, Yoreli, you didn't think I'd let you get away that easily, now did you?" she taunts, the bed dipping as she gets off it. She's not far away though as her nails scrape across my breasts. My nipples pebble at the touch. "You're going to love what I have lined up for you this evening."
A buzzing noise filters through the room; fear and anticipation spread through my body like a wildfire. The buzzing gets louder; my body bows off the bed when the vibration touches my clit.
"Relax, Yoreli, let the pleasure take over." She places a hand on my leg, a slight caress before adding pressure. She's making me comply with her wishes; to be still while she has her wicked way with me.
Tensing my body so that when the next vibrations come, I won't move. I need to come, I need my release, yet displeasing her will only make this torture worse, prolonging the agony and breaking me even further, although I'm not really sure that's possible anymore, I honestly believe that I've reached rock bottom.
I cry out as she thrusts something hard into my pussy. Pain rips into me as she moves it in and out of me. Tears slip out of my eyes, I hate when she does this. "Oh my poor little virgin, yet to have a man fuck you." She laughs. "This is what a man would do to you if one could ever love you. He'd fuck you so good, you'd be screaming with pleasure. You don't have a man so a dildo is going to have to do. Because who would want you? Who would want an orphan with no job?"
I think her words are what hurt me the most. I know that she abuses me but no one has ever cared enough to find out what's going on. Once she thought a teacher of mine was getting close to the truth so she pulled me out of school. That was the day I lost all hope of ever getting away, until that moment I had dreamed of ways of escaping. Now, I'm only allowed to leave the house when she's with me. Even then those days are few and far between. Sometimes it's better to stay home and be alone.
"Yoreli, are you with me?" she asks brusquely and I nod. "Why do I get the impression you're daydreaming?"
I shake my head. "I'm not." My words come out muffled due to the gag that's in my mouth.
"We'll see about that." She thrusts the dildo into me once again and pain shatters me. "This is how much I hate you, Yoreli; how much I wish you had died instead of your father." Once again she thrusts the dildo into me.
My scream rents the air with the force of her thrust. “Stop," I beg but she doesn't listen; she continues to fuck me with the dildo.
The bed dips beneath me as she moves, the dildo still fucking me as she flicks my clit with her tongue, once, twice, three times. Yet again, the lines between pleasure and pain are blurred and my orgasm begins to build. I cry out as I come, my breathing hard and coming out in pants. Shame fills me as I come down from my release. I feel dirty, used, and pathetic. I should be able to fight her off; be able to tell her to leave me alone but every time I think about doing it, fear grips me in a choke hold. Where would I go? What would I do? I feel the bed move again and now she sits at the side of me
Moaning fills the air and I cry; she's not finished with me yet. She's getting her fill before taking another turn on me. This happens once every couple of weeks, and these nights usually last for five or more hours. They're endless torture. Tomorrow I'll be completely drained, unable to do very much. It doesn't matter to the devil; she'll be right back here tomorrow night taking even more from me, because the devil never sleeps.
I close my eyes as I hear the wetness from her; she's pleasuring herself. She hates me but yet she loves to get off on making me come. I've always figured it was some sort of power play with her. She gets off on having me submit to her, her being the boss of me and doing as she pleases.
Her moans get louder, more erratic, she's close to the edge. Fingers grip my neck, squeezing tightly. "You know what to do, Yoreli."
I can't breathe, the darkness is calling me as she squeezes tighter. Those tingles are back in full force, I know it's not going to take me long to reach my orgasm. Her screams fill the air as she comes, "Yoreli, do it."
I detonate as her fingers squeeze my windpipe. "Good girl." It's the last thing I hear before I succumb to the darkness.
“Reli, wake up.”
I gasp as I come awake, my body drenched in sweat. I’m breathing hard as I try and shake the remnants of my nightmare.
“Reli?” That deep masculine voice shakes me to the core.
I let out a yelp as I try and scramble away from the voice.
“Shit. Reli. It’s me, John. You’re safe.” He flicks on the light and the room illuminated and I see his face. “You’re safe, Reli, you’re safe,” he repeats, pulling me into his arms. “She can’t hurt you anymore.”
God, I forgot that I’m here, in John’s house. I’ve been here two days and I still think of Talia.
I choke back a sob. “Safe?” I have no idea what that even means.
“Yeah, baby girl. You’re safe. I promise.”
He rocks me in his arms as I sob, there’s no way I’m ever going to be safe. I know Talia; she’s never going to let me go.
Twelve
