I'm Your What?!

Four

  I woke up suddenly by someone opening the door. My face hurt from where I had cried myself to sleep the night before. I looked around the room hoping that it had been a nightmare. When my eyes landed on the woman in the red robe, I knew that it hadn't been.

  She walked up to the bed and placed a tray of food next to me. She gave me a weak smile, and then left.

  I didn't want to eat, but my stomach growled so I picked up the sandwich in front of me. After I sniffed it I began to eat. But before I could finish my door opened again.

  I scrunched myself back into the headboard when I seen my escort from the day before.

  "I think that I like the feisty bitch from before better." He said, sneering at me, as he approached the bed. He reached out and grabbed me by my ankles, pulling me to him, one leg on each side of him. "You're master has asked me to keep an eye on you today while he is gone. And guess what? He said that I can have a turn with you. Looks like I will be fucking you after all."

  My eyes grew wide, "Please. Don't.  Just let me go."

  "It doesn't work like that." He told me, reaching his hand up, grabbing a fist full of hair. He pulled my head closer to him. "There's only one way out of here. You understand?" He whispered in my ear, then releasing my head. "Now, the only downfall if I want a turn, is it has to be now, before I take you to bathe. But the way I see it, pussy is pussy. Now come here."

  He grabbed my arms and pulled me off of the bed. Grabbing my hips he turned me around to face the bed. "Bend over. I'm going to fuck you like the bitch I know that you are." He pushed my shoulders down until I was folded in half over the side of the bed.

  He gripped my hair again and pushed himself into my, tight pussy. "Ah, shit. I knew this would feel good. From the moment that I seen those pretty pink lips I knew my dick would feel like this, buried deep inside you."

  "Please." I began to cry again.

  "I said shut the fuck up!" He yelled at me, pushing my face into the bed.

  He gripped my hair tighter and pushed in harder and faster, keeping my face shoved into the blanket.

  I began squirming, trying to move my head so that I could breathe. As I did, his dick began hitting a spot deep down. I went completely still.

  "Mmmm, that's right bitch. Don't try to deny it, you know you like this dick in you." He jerked my head up and used his free hand to grab my throat. "Say it."

  I shook my head no. Both of his hands tightened their grip and he slammed himself in harder. I bit back a moan.

  "Say it!" He shouted louder.

  Again I refused,  and again his grip tightened. He began moving so hard and fast my thighs were smacking the bed.

  My head hurt, and I'm sure that I will have a bruise on my throat, but I refuse to give him that sick satisfaction. My whole body my be on fire right now, but I definitely do not like having his dick in me.

  He released me and pulled out. He quickly flipped me around to face him. He repositioned himself and pounded back into me. This time I wasn't able to stop my moan.

  "I told that you loved my dick in you. Now say it!" He grabbed my throat with both of his hands and began squeezing. I tried to claw at his hands but it didn't seem to faze him.

  His movements were quick and hard, I was starting to see spots. I didn't know how much longer I could hold out.

  "I like it." I choked out. He released his grip some.

  "What was that?" He asked, with a smirked.

  "I love your dick in me." I cried.

  "I know you do bitch." His grip tightened again and his speed picked up.

  The last thing that I remember before passing out was that fire finally being extinguished.

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