Unknown - Her brute master

He doubled over in pain. I tried to get out from under him again, but couldn't. He was stronger than me. He reared up and gave me a stinging blow to the side of the head. Then he reached down and with his strong right fist, punched me squarely on the pussy!

The pain exploded all through my body at once. A great red halo enveloped me, paralyzed my body, and filled my senses with ringing, stinging pain.

He fell on me. I was limp, stunned beneath him. He penetrated me in an instant. With no thought of me or my pleasure, he pushed his prick into me to prove his dominance over me. He didn't even want sex, he just wanted control.

My pain concentrated itself in my cunt. Its heat warmed my vaginal walls as he pushed his prick into me. I got wet again, against my will. This pig had won. He had beaten me. Now he was using sex to degrade me. I hated him. And at the same time, no matter how much I willed not to, I was getting aroused by him.

His cock wasn't as long as my master's but it was thicker, and wedge-shaped. The head was only about an inch across at the tip, but the base looked like it was three inches in diameter at least, if not four.

My cunt was still sore from his punch, the humiliation of having him jerk himself off in me, just using me like an object, sent burning waves of shame through me to mix with the pain. And both of them combined with sensation of his cock sliding in and out of my cunt, got my orgasm started.

I couldn't stand the added humiliation of having him know I was enjoying him, so I took my pleasure and turned it into struggles. I fought and twisted under him. He held my arms and laughed at me.

"Fight all you want, bitch. I like the way you move."

I twisted and pulled back and forth. Each movement forced his cock in and out of my cunt. I couldn't disguise the hot wet pussy juice that was flowing from my cunt all over his cock.

He pressed further in, stretching my pussy lips apart. I pulled away, almost dislodging him. He thrust in. He put all his weight on my chest to hold me still. He shoved himself all the way in me. His cock stretched my pussy lips painfully. Tears formed in my eyes.

He pumped in and out, hard, fast, insistent. I turned my head to one side and started crying. Sobbing in great gasps, tears splashing on my cheeks, wailing my humiliation to the world.

His cock throbbed and spurted, filling my cunt with his hot, creamy come. I sobbed and moaned and let my own orgasm flow through me at the same time. I was relieved, embarrassed, appalled, ashamed, filled with satisfaction.

I was still lying on the floor, crying, when he put on his pants and left the room, locking the door behind him.

I cleaned myself and the room so there was no trace of him or what he had done to me. First I vacuumed and shampooed the rug. Then I drew a bath for myself in the master bathroom. The huge tub allowed me to thoroughly submerge myself in warm, healing, sudsy water.

The pain of the rape, the violation, was too deep, too agonizing to be pleasurable. I tried to wrap myself in healing water, to soothe my pain and regroup my forces.

My tears ran down my race and into the water. I sobbed uncontrollably, abandoning myself to the mind-numbing agony of my humiliation. I sank beneath the surface and contemplated drowning. I doubted that I could drown then, I was too angry.

"How are you, my dear?"

"Very well, thank you, Sir." I curtsied for Him in my dress black uniform. I had gone to great pains to do my hair and make-up just right. I wanted just the right blend of innocence and lewdness with which to greet Him on His return. "Welcome home."

"How did you spend your time while I was away, my dear?" He asked.

"I did some homework, and I did some housework," I said. I was following behind Him into the living room, carrying His jacket and briefcase. These I took to the closet, from which I got His slippers and went to Him where He sat in His easy chair.

"That's nice, my dear." He was looking through His mail and giving me hardly any of His attention.

I took His shoes off His feet and kissed His toes before covering them with His slippers. "I met your gardener as well."

He looked down at me. I had His attention now. "How did you happen to meet Kimo? I thought you were going to remain in your room."

"I was in the pleasure room when He came in after me. He had a key."

"He did what?" He looked intense, but not surprised or upset. Yes, I thought, He might have orchestrated the entire incident. He might even have video-taped the entire episode and already reviewed it before seeing me. He was capable of anything, I thought.

"Sir, do you remember," I said, changing the subject slightly, "when Dr. Grant offered to teach me greater discipline?" I took His shoes to the closet and deposited them inside.

"Yes." He was non-committal.

"I wonder if she would be interested in performing that same service for Kimo?"

My master gave me a long, slow, knowing, accepting smile. "She might be, I'll have to ask her."

"That would be nice," I said dreamily. I knelt at my master's feet and caressed His thigh with my arms. "I might even have another friend who might like Dr. Grant."

"Really?"

"Yes, I think so," I was drifting off into a haze of sensual fantasy. I rubbed my master's cock gently through His pants, feeling it grow stiff and rigid. "Maybe Dr. Grant will let me learn from her as well. I'd like to be her apprentice, in case I ever have servants of my own that I need to discipline."

"My dear, you reveal undreamed of depths." He placed my hand on His zipper. "We may have to take you shopping very soon. I think you may need some new outfits, something more… severe… shall we say?"

I took the hint and undid His pants. His cock sprang forth, long, smooth, and hard. I put the top half of it in my mouth, savoring the taste.

Yes, I was looking forward to getting together with Dr. Grant again, especially now that we'd be on a more nearly equal basis.

I was looking forward to introducing her to Mandy. I wondered if they'd hit if off right away. I wondered if Mandy would like the disciplining Dr. Grant was certain to want to give her. Would she submit or would she resist.

If she fought back, would Mandy overpower Dr. Grant? And if she did, what would happen then?

Oh, yes, I was looking forward to getting together with Dr. Grant and Mandy, and I was especially looking forward to seeing Kimo again, in circumstances of my design.

Yes, a new wardrobe was definitely called for. I was learning more about myself by the minute.