The Scarred Coincidence

Done Being A Slave?

Braden left the cell awhile ago. He left me wondering about everything.  What was going to happen to me? Will I leave this place. Am I being sold? Am I dreaming? Will I ever leave? Am I going to be okay? What lays ahead? What if I don't ever leave or I am another slave? Will I ever escape this tormented life?

Braden left a long time ago, leaving me in the cold damp cell by myself. I haven't got my daily beaten or the extra dreaded PLAYTIME. I've been left alone all day. Its dark outside and the moonlight is streaming through my window lighting up my cell.

Littles thuds are echoing around the dungeon. Thud. Its slowly graduating. Thud. Thud, thud. Its getting louder. It stops, right in front of my cell. Just has it been for 12 years. I recognize the familiar scent. Braden opens the cell door holding a small bag. It's as small as a gym bag but black and old and tattered. He through the bag on the floor and walked next to me. I hid myself the best I could in the corner trying to escape his wrath. He sat next to me and played with my hair. Twirling the golden strand between his fingers he suddenly yanks my hair, pulling my head towards his. He whispered in my ear, "Get on your stomach and don't make me repeat myself."  I looked at him with confusion laced in my eyes. He pulled his hand out directing it to the floor and growled. I jumped and lay on my stomach.

"STAY." He nearly yelled in my face. He walked over to the bag and dumped its contents. Inside the bag were lotion, an orange bottle, makeup, some of the shampoo I use, and a big makeup brush. He pulled up my shirt. He grimaced. "Damn, this is gonna be harder than I thought." He grabs the orange bottle and squirts some of it on his hands. EWW. Is he gonna rub that on my back? He's got to be shitting me. Why would he do something like that?

"Hold still." He said in a rather harsh tone.

He climbed onto my back straddling me. He sat on my butt putting all his wait on me so I couldn't move. He put his left hand beneath my ribs sliding toward my side boob.

He runs his cold ass finger on my side boob causing me to gasp. " Ahh. Right, where you belong. Beneath me and everybody else." He laughed at my squirming attempt to get out of beneath him but it was no use. He weighed like a ton! Fat ass get off me! I ended up tiring myself out and was ultimately defeated. Even though he was twice my age, he had muscles everywhere. Braden was also a very intimidating and bulky man. I'm a little girl to him, only used for his personal pleasure, otherwise a useless human.

He deeply massages and rubs the orange substance on my bag and shoulders, gradually massaging my legs and any place he has ever beaten. OH MY GOD. I know why Braden is putting the orange stuff on my scars. The unknown man said 'he doesn't want any marks on me.' He's covering up my scars. I let out a huge sigh, bored with my conditions. Good thing I'm leaving this ass. For all those things he's done for me, I will never forgive him and I will never forget it. He eventually covers my whole body with the orange substance. 

"Good as new, ain't it girl" I didn't respond.

"Answer me, Brat!" He yelled. I refused to answer. I will not let him treat me like it. I also can't talk. I've chosen to be mute because of Braden's ridiculous requests. For example when we are 'playing', he wants me to moan or make stupid noises for his fantasy and pleasure. So I've decided to become mute. If he beats me I won't make a sound. If he rapes me and tells me to make uncomfortable sounds, I won't. 

"Fine." He said when he knew he was defeated. This almost brought a smile to my face, but I held it in long enough for him to get off my back and pick up the contents from the bag and put it back. Except for the clothes. Even though I'm chained to a wall the chains on my ankles are long for Braden's use. I am currently naked because he took my shirt off. He tossed a new shirt for me. Probably his because it is way to big on me. He threw me some panties and some sweats. What did i do to deserve this! A full outfit including sweats is just amazing. Why is he doing this? I might as well enjoy it while I can.