Sex Slave

It only seemed like an hour had gone, although just minutes had passed. Martha was unable to control her shaking. It was a relief to find out that he had not murdered her. To God be the glory, she was still alive after all these years. She had to persevere through this ordeal in order to succeed. She was at a loss to explain why, but she was certain that she needed to be courageous and depend on her faith. She was chained and kept in place by a giant hook that was sunk in the boards, and her hands were spread out in front of her. It was difficult for her to keep this in mind as she knelt there with her head on the cold wooden floor.

Her whole body began to shake, and she had no idea how to stop it. She was aware that she needed to take a silly image, which included her exposing her nude body, which was very enormous, with her ass being shoved up and her legs spread so that her bare genitalia was revealed. And she still needed to go to the bathroom. Her eyes started to water, and the tears tickled her nose, which was already starting to flow. As a result of being forced into this unfamiliar position, she was experiencing excruciating pain in her legs.

When she heard the sound of a key turning in the lock, all of the thoughts that were making her feel physically uncomfortable flew out of her brain. Only the shaking remained consistent throughout. Richard crept in unseen on his bare feet as the door gradually opened and opened. This time around he was wearing black pants and there was no shirt on him. He was holding something in his hands, which seemed to be a stick. He crouched down next to the lady who was prostrate and placed the object behind her.

"How are you this morning, cunt?" His tone lacked the comedy and warmth that Steven's had, which were both there in Steven's. The British accents were brief and concise in their delivery. Martha was taken aback by the term, which caused her to redden to the point where her cheeks were burning. A hand on her hair, pulling it up and to the side with force. The pain caused Martha to groan.

"You are going to respond with "Good morning, master" whenever I say "good morning, cunt." Do you get the meaning of the phrase "I am your slave cunt"?" He acted as if he were instructing her in a basic word in a foreign language by the way he talked to her. He talked in a measured manner, was quite straightforward, and had very little intonation. Richard exerted more force on her tresses, tilting her head to the side and back. Martha's eyes were being forced shut, and she started whimpering as a result. He spoke in a hushed tone as he said, "Now we'll try again, will we?"

"Please," she started pleading with him. "I beg you, refrain from doing this. Please–" He delivered a heavy smack to her face before releasing his grip on her hair.

"Martha, you really are quite the moron, aren't you? You are unable to carry out even the most basic of instructions. To my good fortune, I have a lot of spare time. You are not going anywhere, that is for certain. Therefore, we will begin once again. But first, a little amount of discipline to assist you keep in mind that you are expected to comply. I'm going to identify you with my go-to cane in a moment. It's a very little instrument, but it packs a powerful punch and is popular in Thailand."

Richard picked up the thin flexible rod that was lying on the ground behind Martha. He turned it so that it was towards her face. "Open your eyes, cunt. You may not think much of this cane at first glance, but it will teach you proper etiquette if you use it. I will expect you to kiss it after each time that I use it on you as a thank you for being disciplined, which is something that you will undoubtedly be in dire need of. You have the option to pick between a kiss before or a kiss after this time. Which option do you choose, cunt?"

Martha was sobbing uncontrollably, with tears flowing down both her eyes and nose. It seemed as if Richard was completely uninterested. "I'll consider that as a sign that you'll kiss it after it kisses you if you continue to refuse to respond," the person said. His eyes shone with a harsh and brilliant brilliance, and his lips was pulled into a tight grin. After positioning himself behind the young girl, he knelt down and brought the thin cane crashing down with force into her unborn flesh.

Martha let out a yowl as the agony ran through her behind like a burning line of fire. Richard watched as the welt began to expand, transforming from a thin white line into a blazing crimson spot. After achieving his goal, he strolled around the girl who was chained and prostrate while holding the rod in front of her face. Martha's determination had finally given out, and she puckered her lips and kissed the cane in submission. Richard nodded, giving the impression that he was content. "Now. I hope you had a good night, cunt."

"Um, g-good morning, master," she said. Her hiccups were followed by sobs "What else? Please, God, don't torment me any more; I can't recall anything!"

""Good morning, your highness. I am your slave cunt.'"

"Good morning to you, your highness. I am your slave." Her normal speaking volume has dropped to a whisper.

"I'm sorry, cunt, but I can't hear you. Say it again. Louder. If I am unable to hear what you are saying, I will spank you once more."

"Oh, no! Please don't do that!" She had a big sniffle and then started again, "Good morning to you, your highness. I am your c-cunt slave, master." The very act of uttering the phrase caused her discomfort, and she had the sensation that shattered glass was lodged in her throat.