Unbreakable

Chapter Seven

I'm chained to the chair again. I'm starting to feel like I belong here. It feels so wrong, but there really isn't anything I can do about it, so might as well accept it. I am again drained of all energy,the after effects of being in the oven. There is very little, if any, fight left in me.

The man I must call master enters the room a few moments later. I think someday I'll refer to him as master subconciously. I dread that day.

"Time for lunch! This time you will serve me," the man I hate so very much right now says.

My leash is unhooked from my collar and I crawl towards the demanding man. I kneel before him. So far, I'm being obedient, but as he takes his cock out, I lose self-control and try to run away. Instantly, his hand is in my hair. I'm yanked to my feet so my face is right in front of his. He glares angrily into my eyes.

"You do not run away! Do you hear me?!" He doesnt even give me a chance to respond before I'm shoved to the ground.

He begins kicking me and beating me. My entire body is in pain. This isn't like the whipping that makes my skin raw to the touch; instead, it is much worse. My mucles ache, my lungs burn, and I just want it all to end.

He finally stops and drags me onto my knees. My shoulders slump and I struggle to breathe. He raises his hand to slap me across the face and I flinch before he even makes a move. My state of mind is completely shattered.

He hasn't made any movements for a while and I look up to see why. A smirk is plastered against his face. I think he is pleased with himself that he has gotten to me so much that I physically show him weakness.

He moves to caress my face and I flinch again. His smirk turns into an evil grin.

"Take my cock into your mouth, now!"

I immediately do as I'm told, not wanting to anger him again. I'm rewarded with a groan. He holds my head still all of a sudden, and I slacken my jaw to allow him to fuck my face. He pounds his cock into my face with hard, deep thrusts. After what seems like an hour, he cums and shoots his seed down my throat. I swallow it all, trying to please him.

"What do you say, pet?"

I rush to answer him, "Thank you, Master."

"For what?"

Unsure of what to say, I reply very slowly, "Thank your for punishing me. And thank you for lunch, master."

He gazes down at me like I am his possession. He has conquered me.

The impossible is done. I am broken.