The slave with a slave. (5)

“He’s bought you, he’s going to use you. You only have to hold out for another hour, and then you’ll be taken away. There’s no point in fighting. Your back already needs stitches, do you want a few broken bones too? He can do with you, whatever he wants,” I say quickly, and I hope to sound panicking, reaching over to my bedside table to put on the butterfly mask I sometimes wear for you. I don’t want the basement-whore to see my face too clearly.

But I want her to see what her back looks like.

“He’s going to fuck you, there’s nothing you can do about it.” I pull on theadhesive-bindfold attached to her mask with velcro, and make her squint in the bright light.

“Don’t look at me,” I say, turning her head to the mirror. Of course, she can see me there too, but at the moment, she’s too shocked to think logically.

She stares at the bloodstained bedding and her own bloody body in the mirror. She screams something into her gag. Probably something about breach of contract, compensation, and so on.

I try not to smile.

You wanted it hard, whore. Now you’ve got it hard. I offer you excellent service for your money.

“Everything hurts me too, but it gets even worse when he gets the dog. That animal is really brutal and permanently horny. When he forces you to suck the dog’s cock, you’ll feel how quickly you have to swallow to avoid choking.” I notice how she starts to tremble.

Yes, now she realizes that she’s no longer under contract here and that anything can happen. Even the thing she hates and fears the most.

I decide to motivate her a little more.

“Don’t get me wrong, getting fucked by the dog is fantastic. His cock is big, and once he finds an entrance into your pussy or ass, he fucks so fast and hard that you get orgasm after orgasm. He’s well-trained, and he can give you pleasure you’ve never known before, but sucking him is not that great. I hope Master will let the dog fuck me, and you’ll just have to swallow his stinky cum.” I pause for a moment to let my words sink in.

“But don’t worry, he’ll be horny again in no time and can fuck you then too. In an hour, he’ll easily have us both screaming with pleasure.” I notice how her eyes widen in horror and how she tries to reach your face mask with her hands to tell me something.

“I can’t free you. He would kill me. Believe me, I wouldn’t be the first,” I say closing the screen again. She’s seen enough. Then I put my mask back in the drawer and get a blanket and another pillow to put under her stomach.

When I get back to the bed, she’s crying.

Good.