Domination and Brutal Sex - Part 7: The Violent Hatefuck of Baby
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
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
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