Hi baby, I want to squeeze your blue balls and milk your cock everyday. kik- Catybarbie

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.