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Anton stood before me, undoing his pants. I wanted to run for the door but scrambled to my knees instead. Where would I go? Who would protect me? He contractually owned me and had the right to do anything he wanted short of killing me. By rights, he could beat me, starve me, degrade me, but he hadn’t.
My only consolation was that as his indentured slave, he was obligated to release me in the same physical state he found me when we entered into this deal so he couldn’t maim me. However, these days, doctors could fully heal plenty of grievous wounds. If Anton wanted, he could put me through hell before fixing me.
Guilt for what I had done to him and the painful consequences his clan endured, burned in my guts. I didn’t want to be punished, and although I didn’t fully understand the Braxian honor system, there was no question Anton and his clan greatly suffered because of our actions. I didn’t begrudge him the right to his vindication but hoped he wouldn’t take it too far. Maybe if I didn’t fight, he wouldn’t hurt me too much.
As if to contradict my hope, Anton painfully fisted my hair again. My cry of pain turned into a heaving choking sound as he shoved his cock in my mouth. It hurt. The blunt head hitting the back of my throat felt as if a hammer punched my tonsils. My gag reflex kicked in and I dry-heaved. I slammed my palms on his thighs to slow the brutality of his movements, but it didn’t help. Anton kept up the punishing pace, barely giving me enough time to breathe.
Each impact of his cock radiated pain down my throat. My skull throbbed.
He rammed his dick in further, holding my head with both hands so I couldn’t pull away.
“Take it,” he ordered.
My lungs burned within me, begging for air. Panicked, I clawed at his thighs, trying in vain to pull away. My vision blurred and black dots appeared before my eyes. Just when I thought I would lose consciousness, he shoved me back and I collapsed to the floor, gasping for air. I dry heaved, my stomach cramping horribly. My face felt sticky with tears, snot and drool. Yet, I was stupidly grateful my meal had been long ago enough that I didn’t vomit on his fancy carpet. That might have angered him more.
Please, let that be enough.
But brutally fucking my mouth wouldn’t be deemed sufficient retribution for three years of shunning. I tried to swallow the saliva pooling in my mouth, but it felt like a million shards of glass ground their way down my throat.
“Are you amused now, Grace? Do you still think it was funny?”
I shook my head, blubbering, and curled into a ball. For some reason, I wished he was yelling instead of grinding out his words. This felt even more ominous.
“No? That’s too bad because we’re just getting started. Get up!”
Please, Anton. I’m so sorry. Please…
I didn’t want to get up and fought the urge to curl up tighter on the ground. But I couldn’t anger him further. I struggled to my feet, steeling myself for round two. Before I could get my bearings, Anton shoved me against the wall. I threw my hands up just in time to keep me from smashing face first into it. My wrists wrung from the impact. Before I could fully straighten, Anton bent me forward again and kicked my feet apart. His hands roughly lifted the hem of my sarong.
The sound of him spitting was swiftly followed by his massive cock pushing its way inside my pussy. Despite his saliva, being so dry and tense, it burned like hell. The added pressure of the butt plug only made it more agonizing. A metallic taste filled my mouth from biting inside my cheeks. Fighting to silence my whimpers, I searched for a quiet place in my mind to take refuge. So I wouldn’t feel…
Anton wrapped his hand around my neck and pulled my head back. I gritted my teeth against the pain, while he continued pounding his length in and out of me. Each stroke burned going in and pulled at my insides going out. The worst part was his pelvis slamming against my ass, pushing the butt plug in. I was never good with pain. Coming from him, it hurt even more.
At least, he’s not hitting me.
Anton’s hot breath brushed against my ear. “That cock fucking your pussy belongs to a half-breed. That cum you’ve been swallowing the past two weeks and that’s been filling that tight cunt of yours, belongs to a half-breed. That half-breed Braxian cock is going to continue fucking you senseless for the next six months.”
This ‘punishment’ needed to end so that I could forget it ever happened. As if hearing my silent plea, Anton pulled out of me. The horrible burning sensation made me cry out but was followed by intense relief. I didn’t know which hurt more between my vagina and my battered throat – both throbbed in counterpoint to each other. My legs wobbled beneath me. I wanted him to be done so I could crawl back to my cushion.
But he wasn’t.
Anton dragged me by the nape to his desk and pressed my face against the top, his hand holding me down. Even though I didn’t deny him the right to his revenge, this was too much. My throat and my pussy, I could manage, but not my ass. I wasn’t prepared enough for someone so big. Imagining the damage he was about to do to me, I began trembling all over, my breath catching in my throat with terror.
Anton pulled the butt plug out of my ass in one swift motion. I screamed, feeling like my insides were being torn out. Searing pain radiated along my spine and down my legs. I felt a trickle of cold liquid over the seam of my ass and the citrusy scent of Denax filled the room.
As if in a dream, I heard my broken voice plead to him.
“Please… Please n-not… this. Not this.”
I hadn’t meant to beg for mercy, fearing to incense him further. Time seemed frozen. His hand still held me down but nothing else was happening. Despite my blood roaring in my ears, I could hear myself sobbing in the otherwise silent room.
Please, please, please don’t do this.
Anton suddenly let go of me. Boneless, I let myself slide off the desk and crumbled to the floor. Everything hurt. Too battered to move, I just lay there, weeping.
His polished black shoes entered my line of sight. I didn’t have the strength to look up at him but felt his gaze on me.
“Now, Grace… Now, I finally believe you truly are sorry,” Anton said, his voice void of emotion.
