“Aah”, Delaine screamed out, her body shaking from his force.

“Baby, you’re always so wet for me.” Aspen Santiago, her master, groaned as she shuddered underneath him. He had his way with her, using her like he wanted to, fisting her hair with his hand as he rode her like he would tear her apart completely.

Tears streamed down Delaine’s cheeks when she felt her juices dripping down her pussy as her dreadful but sinfully beautiful master pounded his 11-inch dick into her mercilessly from behind. She was so ashamed for being wet for him, her devilish master who fucked her like a whore.

Pressing her further down on the hard, oakwood table, he slapped her ass when she didn’t moan in response to him like he taught her to.

“No.” Delaine cried out, her throat burning with unshed tears, “P...please ! Let me go.”

Aspen flipped her over on the table, making her yelp out as he took hold of her neck, making her breath catch in her throat.

“Wrap your legs around me.” Delaine’s master grit out, his gaze darkening as he tightened his grip around her neck when she didn't do as he ordered her to. Delaine knew exactly what that look meant. There would be consequences if she didn’t do as he said but she was in shock, her pain numbing her ability to perform any action whatsoever.

“Delaine.” He said, his voice dangerously low as he leaned into her. “Do you want to be taken to the Whore Dungeon again?" Aspen's breath fanned Delaine's tear-stained cheeks as she trembled at his words, gasping for air as his hold on her neck tightened even more, making it impossible for her to breathe.

She nodded her head vigorously at her master, struggling to say the words because her neck felt so sore from his choking her or from all her crying.....Delaine really couldn't tell anymore.

"No master." She said, her voice weak, taking in large mouthfuls of air once Aspen loosened his hold from around her fragile neck. The whore dungeon was where all the sex-slaves were trained who were about to be sold to whore-houses. They were raped by multiple men each day and went through other torcherous methods of sex including dominant-submissive bdsm for 3 years until they finally perfected the art of pleasing a man or multiple men and were even taught how to please women.

Delaine shivered at the thought of going to the whore dungeon again. She'd been there two days ago because she disobeyed her master, the one who was the son of the biggest slave dealer in the world. She could only imagine what kind of power he held.

She was not going to commit the mistake of going against him again, she decided, recalling how horrible it'd been in there, being violated by several monstrous men at the same time.

"Good girl !" Master said, tracing his hand from her neck to her red cheeks.

Holding her head back, he ordered, "Spread your legs for me."

Delaine immediately parted her legs, her body flushing a deep red when he tauntingly smirked at her as if to say,"Eager much ?". She hated the mind games he played with her. Fucking with her head so bad, she now almost couldn't tell what was real and what was not.

Master Aspen slipped his dick into her slick pussy, his eyes squeezing shut as he groaned and moaned so loud his voice reverberated throughout the hallways of the mansion. Such was the pleasure he felt when his cock was buried in her.

Just the thought of owning her, making her his slave had him hard again.

He pounded into her even harder as Delaine's body shook all over when she felt the pressure building in the pit of her stomach, making her grip the table even harder with her hands.

"Scream for me Delaine." Aspen said through his teeth and all Delaine's fragile consciousness could do was heed to his every command. She was his slave after all. The reality of that was only now starting to dawn on her.

Her master was trying to pace his thrusts so he didn't cum before her but her tight pussy was making it really difficult for him not to. He wanted to make her feel just as good as he felt.

He shot his warm cum in her as she came just as hard as him, her body shuddering with the force of her orgasm.

His body collapsed on top of hers, both of their breathings synchronised as Delaine's fragile body melted in his arms.

Her crying had finally ceased, much to her master's relief. He didn't know why seeing her sad made him feel so guilty and angry with himself.

But somewhere deep in his heart he knew, what he felt for her wasn't what a master was supposed to feel for his slave.

His body finally relaxed, holding Delaine's hot body against himself. Wondering what it would feel like to have her wrap her hands around him without him having to order her to do so.