The Breaking of Tracy part 7

The Breaking of Tracy
part 7
Killing Time


Baby is crying next to me on my bed. Baby, the head of the estate staff and my personal assistant’ is my most trusted slave. The other day she had not performed her duties to my satisfaction and so I had her spanked by the estate’s disciplinarian, Mistress Bitchcraft. An occasional corrective punishment is nothing out of the norm for Baby, for any of my slaves in fact. But Tracy’s first torture session had me riled up. Beating Tracy’s tender flesh in earnest for the first time was a true delight. But it gave me the desire to hurt a woman through sex. But not Tracy. My first time with her must wait. I was suddenly struck by the thought of Baby. As a funny play on words, she was later struck by me. Ah, torture humor. Funny.

I’m losing my place. While Tracy is being cleaned up for another session, I took Baby. As I mentioned, she’s no stranger to corrective punishment upon occasion. This was…ugly. I am currently laying on my back, enjoying my post orgasm numbness. Looking over at Baby, I see what I’ve done to her. She’s lying as still as a corpse, as she knows to do. Even so, she shivers and cries a little, unable to help herself. I am intimate friends with the term ‘hatefuck’. The word isn’t angry enough to describe the force with which I had entered Baby.

Baby was always pretty. I’m not sure she’ll be pretty anymore. Maybe. Maybe not. I am a violent man. I know this. Every couple of years I seriously hurt a slave. Baby’s face is now a mess of black bruises and blood. She sucks air through swollen lips, her nose being broken. Every minute or so, she forces herself to swallow. Poor thing passed out three of four times from my strangling her during the rape. My right hand dangles off of the side of the bed. I flick my fingers, getting rid of a bit of some of her hair still clutched in my had. Looking over at her, I stiffen a bit. The sight of her breasts, covered in bleeding bite marks, arouses me. I glance down her body, eyeing her bruised legs. Hmm, I managed to make her bleed from the rape. Baby’s no stranger to forceful sex. I’m a little bit proud of myself.

“Get up.” I tell her. She involuntarily jumps at the sound of my voice. Years of training can’t stop her from reacting to the things I’ve just done to her. Yes, I am proud of myself.

Baby gets out of bed, standing at the end while waiting further instruction.

“Dance for me. And touch yourself.” I tell her, not really watching. I can tell she swings her hips, tender as they are. I think she’s caressing her breasts with her free hand. All the while she cries.

I lay back and enjoy the fact that even after everything I’ve done to her, all the years of abuse and imprisonment culminating in tonight’s violation, she still obediently follows my every instruction no matter how degrading. Men cultivate vast fortunes and run for public office in a pathetic attempt to gain what I have over Baby.
Power.
I swing my legs off the bed and stand up. I walk over to her and, with no indication of what I have in mind, strike Baby upside the head. She falls to the ground without a sound, her training coming back to her.

“You’re a whore, Baby! First among all my slaves, but you’re still a whore. This has been a reminder. To the slaves, you’re the boss. To me, your dogshit on my heel.” I shove her face back down to the ground with my foot as I say this last part. “Understand?

“Yes daddy.” She replies. I think I hear a twinge of disgust in her voice. It’s nice.

“Stay where you are, turn your face up to me, keep your mouth shut and your eyes open.” She obeys me without hesitation. I grasp my penis and aim towards her now upturned face. She knows what’s about to happen, doing nothing to stop it.

The gentle burn that signals the oncoming relief flows through the length of my shaft. The golden stream of urine falls through the air towards Baby, who takes it in the face. She forcefully blinks from the steady sting as my piss dribbles into her eyes, but trying hard to keep them open. Her breathing becomes labored as some of it finds it’s way up her nose. Her swollen lips tighten as she forces herself to stay as she is. Gripping my shaft I alternate aiming at her ample breasts, down to her cunt and all over her face. She coughs and gags a few times, but through it all she maintains a neutral attitude to the degradation. Spent, I flick a few drops in her direction.
Looking down at her, covered in my piss, beaten, bloodied and bruised, an true sense of disgust wells up within me.
“When I come back I’ll want to see that you’ve licked all that up. You’ll be sleeping right were you are tonight, so get comfortable. You’ll resume your regular duties when I awake tomorrow.”
“Yes daddy, thank you.” Baby answers, before lowering face to the cement floor and begins lapping from the pool of urine around her.

I leave my room and walk down the corridor to Tracy’s room. Outside is Whore 3, standing at attention with her arms behind her.

“Rapewhore has been cleaned and put to bed?” I ask.

“Yes daddy.” She replies.

I slide open a slit in the door and look through. Against the far wall is a small dog cage. Inside is Tracy, curled up in a fetal position. Around her neck is a leather collar, which is chained to the cage. Neither the collar, the chain nor the cage are locked. They are symbolic. Tracy stays where she has been instructed to sleep, quietly sobbing. The sight is beautiful, in a sadistic sort of way.

“Suck me.” I quietly tell the Whore without taking me eyes off of Tracy.

The Whore drops to her knees, the latex she wears making sexy squeaking noises.