Total pages in book: 51
Estimated words: 45971 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45971 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
I fought sleep for as long as I could not trusting him not to violate my body farther once I was asleep. But in the end I lost the fight.
* * *
My arms and legs burned when I awakened some time later and the damn piercings hurt like a son of a bitch. I wonder how he’d like for me to drive a stake through his precious dick?
The thought brought me a modicum of pleasure and I spent the next few minutes thinking up ways of doing him in. Then my mind went to my father with hopes of him seeing the error of what he had done and coming to relieve me from this hell he’d sold me into.
Sold, like chattel. A fresh batch of tears began to fall as the embarrassment of my new station in life hit home. Yes we were poor. Yes our position had changed once dad’s business went belly up. But at least I was free.
I knew what it meant to be sold, what that infuriating word he kept calling me meant. But I refuse to give in. I had no part in any of it. I never gave my consent to be sold off and at eighteen shouldn’t I have had the right?
I knew it was a lost cause, this train of thought. A female had no rights except those given her by her father or husband. It was like those old history books we used to read in school before everything went to shit. Well men might’ve changed the laws but they couldn’t change human thought and ideals. I will not be owned by him or anyone else. I just have to come up with a way to turn things around in my favor.
I heard movement at the door and realized how helpless I was in this position with my arms and legs shackled as they were. Surely he wouldn’t let anyone else into the room, not with me like this. I’d heard horror stories about some of the women who’d ended up in my new position in life. Heard of them being passed around like property from man to man. I’d even heard about the sex parties that these wealthy degenerates were fond of having. Where women were subjected to some of the most debauched behavior.
I’d scoffed at the tales, seeing them as nothing more than the vile imagination of some, or just urban legends made up to scare the young onto the straight and narrow. But now I was not so sure. Maybe my fate wouldn’t be as bad as some, after all a pet was treated more kindly than a slut. No, do not accept this. Never give in to him no matter how your body might want to feel him.
Maybe there was something in those pills he’d given me, because strangely enough I found that I missed him. But how can that be? I hate him; detest everything he stands for and mostly for what he thinks to do to me. To turn me into nothing but a mindless sex toy for him to take out and play with, when he’s not too busy playing devoted husband to whatever idiot ends up being his precious wife that is.
But I missed sparring with him. Other than dad it had been a while since I’d had anyone to sharpen my tongue on and dad was no fun since he’d taken to ignoring my rants here of late, choosing instead to worry and stress over our plight.
I tensed as the door swung open and only relaxed slightly when I saw it was him. He came into the room, and my eyes followed his progress as he made his way to the little side table. “Good you’re up.” He knelt down beside me and I flinched when his hand reached for me.
He touched me between my legs before I felt the soothing spray he applied to my new piercings. “This will help you heal faster.” He slipped a finger inside me, and it felt like a club as he moved it in and out of me going deeper each time until I think he had the whole thing in there.
My walls felt swollen and tender as the roughness of his finger scraped against them. “So responsive pet. And your pussy’s so snug around my finger I wonder how you’ll ever stretch enough to take my cock inside you.”
I tried holding myself stiff but it was no use. His words coupled with his finger moving in and out of me faster made something inside me soften and yield, and it wasn’t long before I felt the telltale signs of my body’s betrayal. I cried out and pushed into his hand trying to get something more than the finger to fill the void he’d opened up inside me.