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Well there's one thing I was wrong about, he's definitely not a part of the small dick committee.
“You want to go home?” He asks as he takes the knife and cuts down the crotch of my jeans splitting them wide open while he uses his other hand to hold me down. I try to kick my legs, but his entire body weight is on top of me.
I hear the knife snap shut and the buckle on his pants open.
“Scream Whore. Scream loud for me.” He whispers in my ear as he slams into me.
The synapses in my brain fire in every direction as I fight to understand what's happening to me. He's raping me?
“I told you to say you wanted to go home. You don't even deserve my cum.”
“Fuck you!” I grit out between my teeth. I'm not going to give in. He's going to use my body and I'm going to fucking get paid.
He bucks against me hard and my walls burn from the friction. I'm not wet at all and his girth only makes it that much harder for me to take him.
“Fuck me? No, you'll pay for that.” He sticks his thumb in my ass and hooks it up, stretching the tight ring until I'm screaming in agony.
“Apologize and I'll stop!” he grunts with the effort it's taking him to fuck me and keep his thumb like that. The limo swerves and he presses deeper inside of me.
If I apologize, he'll win. If I don't, he'll rip my asshole.
“I'm sorry! I'm sorry!”
“Sorry, what Whore?”
“Savage! I'm sorry!” I squeal. He pulls his thumb out of my ass and shoves it in my mouth. I gag hard at the thought of my own shit in my mouth.
“Bite me and I'll make it worse.” He grunts. He slams down harder when he pulls his digit out of my mouth and I lay there with my teeth grinding against themselves as he fucks me like a fucking wildebeest until the limo stops. Even then he still goes until finally he spills his semen deep inside of me.
He pulls himself out of my abused pussy and fixes himself.
“I don't want that fucking mess on my floor. Get out of the car and squat so it'll come out. Once you finish with that, I'll show you to your room.”
He gets out of the limo and leaves the door open for me.
I stare at his back in amazement. Did he just tell me to squat on the fucking lawn like a dog?
I get out and do what he asks, simply because my asshole can't take another punishment. I cry tears of disbelief and humiliation as I squat and feel the drops of his cum sliding out of my pussy onto the immaculate grass.
Chapter Four
It’s been three days since I’ve been here and the man has done little more than force me to be his fucking slave. My body shivers now just thinking about it. He’s built like a man, but I swear he’s a fucking monster. His chest, arms, back, and face are littered with deep scars. There are even some places on his body where large chunks of flesh were completely torn out of his body. Still, even with all of that, I can see how physically strong he is. He put me into a room that looks more like a prison cell. He’d stripped me of my clothes and gave me something like a potato sack to wear. There is no running water, no bed, no windows, just four walls of concrete and a small hole in the ground where I can shit and piss. I barely sleep, because it feels like gnats are flying up from the hole and laying eggs on my skin. I’m sweaty and going insane from hunger.
So far, we’ve gotten into a bit of a routine. In the morning, I help him bathe and put his clothes on; we don’t talk. In the afternoon, I light the fire and feed him; we don’t talk. Then at night, I help him bathe again, jerk him off, and lock myself into the room; again, we don’t talk. He doesn’t ask me what I need or if I’m okay. All I know is that if I try to complain he’ll punish me. What I got the first day is more than I want to take. But he's not really giving me a chance. I wonder if that’s what he’s trying to get me to do. Is he trying to make it so that I have to beg him for what I need? Grovel on my hands and knees like a fucking pig?
Lunch time comes around and I have to force myself up. I’ve been given water, but the hunger pains are becoming more intense. I can barely stand up straight. I walk slowly to the main room where he takes his lunch and see the large spread of food he has in front of him. My stomach growls loudly and he reaches over to the thin rod he keeps by his side at all times. He’s only had to hit me with it a few times for me to know how brutal it is. It’s a thin piece of wood and looks very light, but for something so light it feels like a fucking bat when it cracks against my skin.
The smell of the food becomes too much for me to bear. My stomach growls again and I whimper in pain. I try to breathe through my mouth, but that just makes the hunger worse. My mouth waters with the need to eat and I find myself staring at the food in front of me.
“Is there a problem Whore?” He asks, waiting for me to bring the fork up and feed him some of the food.
“No, Savage.” I answer quickly.
“Good, now do what you’re here to do.” He waits lazily as I pick up the fork, and spear a shred of chicken onto the tines to put into his mouth. His long, pink tongue darts out slightly as the juicy morsel of cooked meat drops into his mouth. He chews and moans at how good it must taste. I clench my jaw and refuse to beg him for anything, but I can feel the burn behind my eyelids. I’m going to cry. I’m so hungry.
I continue feeding him. Every forkful makes me dizzy with starvation. I go between the food and drink, and finally, when I can’t take anymore, the tears start to roll down my cheeks.
“Please, Savage. Please, I’m so hungry.” I whisper and the words feel like barbed wire being dragged across my tongue.
