Monster in my Closet

It was morning already and the sun crept in through her blinds, hitting her right straight in the eyes and she tried to go back to sleep but she couldn\'t. T was was too much on her mind. She rolled over and kicked the covers off of her, standing up on wobbly legs, her pussy very sore and her body aching. Her body was covered in scratches and welts, bruises and a nasty looking bite mark on her shoulder. What could she possibly wear that could cover up everything he did to her? She couldn\'t wear a turtleneck, it was too hot outside for that, so she found an oversized teeshirt and jeans and used coverup to hide the visible bruises. She felt bad for hiding her dirty little secret, but she couldn\'t let others see her like that. She went down to eat something, smiling and chipper around her parents and very hungry. \"Slow down honey, you\'re gonna get a stomach ache, and why are you wearing that old shirt, I haven\'t seen you wear that thing for years,\" her mother said to her, looking at her funny. \"I\'m fine mom, and what\'s the matter with this shirt, it\'s comfy.\" She ate her breakfast like a hungry truck driver, occassionally glancing in the direction of Rich\'s house. Then as she looked at one of his windows she saw the drapes fall back into place quickly and she felt her heart jump into her throat. He had been watching her. How long had he been watching her?

Kathryn watched as her parents left for work then, taking her sister with them to drop her off at a friend\'s house who had a daughter about her age. And Kathryn was all alone then in the house, and she could feel the nessness creeping up around her like a deadly snake. She watched TV for a few hours, letting her poor body rest some more before he had his way with her again. At 11 she watched Jerry Springer, and it felt ironic because her situation felt to her like something that could be on the show. She almost prayed for the credits not to roll after the show, wanting more time, wanting to prolong the inevitable. But she was his now and nothing was going to change that. She d upd up and shut off the TV, turning to look at the normal looking house beside hers. And she headed out the front door, taking her keys with her and walking slowly over to his driveway, which seemed a million miles long to her. It seemed as if the sun beat down on her extra hard then and that made the walk up there twice as long. When she arrived on his doorstep the door opened, scaring her, and she jumped back. Rich stood in the doorway glaring at her, his face showing absolutely no remorse for what he did and what he was about to do to her. He was a cold and calculating man but the heat that radiated from his body was overwhelming.

Kathryn cowered in his presence, her eyes wide with fear as he motioned her inside, and she obeyed, sliding in past him into his living room. His house looked normal on the inside too so far. No hints of the sadistic person that he really was. But then her eyes caught sight of a chair in the back of the , an, and on that chair was a long, thick bullwhip, cord that he used to bind, a spreader bar and ankle cuffs, a burning candle on the table beside the chair, nipple clamps, and what looked to be a spiky pizza cutter, but was actually called a neuro wheel, and could be used as light as a little prick to a deep and excrutiating gash in the skin. The door was shut behind her and he stepped in front of her, blocking her line of vision and she looked up into those damn eyes again. There was something inhumane about them and she knew that this time would be worse than last night. \"Alright Kathryn,\" he said, the way he said her name sending chills throughout her body, \"there\'s no need for your clothes now so remove them.\" With tense anxiety she removed the baggy shirt first, revealing her criss-crossed, scratched, and bitten body. Then the pants, revealing the rest of her body to him, this time in the daylight, and he could get a really good look at what he had done to her, and he seemed somewhat pleased.

Then she felt his hand wrap around her upper arm as it had last night and pull her over towards the chair. She got a good look at the neuro wheel and it looked dangerous, and she knew what he would be doing with it, and it petrified her. She tried to dig her heels into his carpet to stop him from dragging her over there but he only jerked her harder, sending her flying forward a bit. He pushed her backwards onto the floor with both hands, landing her hard on her already sore bottom with a sickening thud. He towered over her. \"Stop trying to struggle you little bitch,\" he growled. \"You\'re mine now and I\'ll do with you whatever I wish.\" Again he grabbed a handful of her long blonde hair, pulling her upwards onto her feet again. He pushed her over to the chair, now twice as determined to hurt her young body even worse than before. Kathryn felt that welling up in her body again, the sick and twisted pleasure she got from this, from being his submissive little slave, from letting him have full control over her body. The pain in her body glistened to a boiling point within her, making her bruised and torn pussy all wet again for him. What would her mother ever say if she kner owr own daughter was Rich\'s slave?

Rich pulled over the old wooden back chair and bent her body over the top of the short back, taking her hands and yanking them as hard as he could behind her back and squeezing her wrists together in place while he sought out the cord to bind them with. He picked up the yellow cord and wrapped it tightly around her wrists, making sure she couldn\'t move them at all. He then picked up the spreader bar with ankle cuffs and kicked her leg, telling her to spread them apart for him. She did and he bent down, securing the bar and cuffs to her legs. She felt his warm hands touching her flesh and it sent shivers up her spine and increased that aching knot in her stomach. She felt like such a dirty, naughty girl being bent over Rich\'s chair like that, and she wanted him to hurt her as much as he had last night, she yearned for the agonizing pain again, and she was getting so wet thinking about it. The pain somehow made her feel whole and he was the only one who could give it to her right.

He grabbed the nipple clamps, which were adjusted by screws, and put one on each of her nipples, tightening it until she gritted her teeth in misery, wanting to scream in pain, and the tears were flowing down her cheeks again. It felt as if her nipples would explode it was so tight, and the sharp jabs of pain rocketed through her breasts and travelled in bolts down to her cunt, adding to that throbbing aching need. And after they were secured, he took ahold of the bullwhip. It was so big and dangerous and she knew it would tear at her skin, make her bleed for him again, atone for her sins because she was such a naughty little girl. His eyes looked as cold as ice as he held that whip and looked at her bottom. He brought the whip up into the air with a loud woosh and then cracked it down over her bottom, making her shriek in agony, the skin being torn open and starting to bleed. Then bringing it down again and she cried quietly, feeling herself being cut open with the whip. The twisted truth was that she loved the pain, and she wanted more from. m. She never wanted him to stop.

The cruel torture device cut open her flesh like his nails had, only deeper and the pain was harder. And soon he had it going up her arms that were tied behind her back, not caring what wounds he was giving her. Such a perfect neighborhood, so quiet and so peaceful, and nobody knew of the hidden evil that lurked behind the shadows, and those who might have known kept their mouths shut. Rich looked at the girl he had bent over his chair, she was so young, and he wanted more than anything to watch her tender body writhe in agony as he took away her innocence and claimed her body as his. Her pussy peeked out from between her legs, the lips pink and wet, telling him how much she was ready for him. She wanted him to make her scream like he had yesterday, torture her until she begs him to put her out of her misery. She stood as still as she could as he beat her, squeezing her hands tightly, biting into her bottom lip, tasting the iron flavor of her own blood. Then he put the whip down on the table, reaching around front of her and tightening the clamps more, as she had seemed to have grown accustomed to them. This time she did cry out, her breasts screaming for mercy, but he had none.

She had given herself to a cold and brutal master whose icy eyes could start a fire within her that nobody but himself could put out, and it never totally died. She had seen this in him from the first time he had walked into her house and she knew that he was hiding something. Her body was on fire with pain and the relief it got was only temporary because he soon took the wheel and brought it up to her, letting her see the sharp spikes he planned on using on her skin, planning on cutting into her, hearing that satisfying pop as the sharp tip went through her skin, watching the red run like a river in streams and rivulets, hearing her beg him to stop, please stop, but never wanting him to. He started out over her back lightly, tracing it over her cheeks, leaving tiny red imprints. With one hand he spread her cheeks, looking at that perfect, puckered pink little virgin asshole, and he traced the wheel around it, the sharp little pricks around her sensitive area making her toes curl in a delicious painful pleasure. He then worked it back up her bottom, gradually increasing the pressure, watching as Kathryn tried not to squirm under the ever increasing sharp jolts of pain. Then with a moment of pure rage he sunk the sharp tips into her flesh, hearing it pop as it broke the skin barrier, slicing into her deeply. She screamed and let out a wail of pain, only prompting him to do it again, this time on the other side, watching as the blood oozed out.

She wanted him inside of her so bad then, the pain was so great, her pussy throbbed with illicit desire, desire for the one man her parents trusted, the desire so strong she could almost taste it, coming back to him so that he could rape and beat her into submission over and over again. He set the bloody instrument down next to the whip and unzipped his khakis, pulling out his thick cock. It was time to teach this girl what pain really was. He let his pants drop to the floor and kicked them aside, standing behind her then, and his dick was so hard and engorged. Kathryn wanted him to tear apart her sore little pussy again, but instead she felt him pry her cheeks apart, letting his spit drop from his mouth and onto her asshole, coating it in the thick syrup, and then placing the tip of his fat cock at the tight little hole. She realized exactly what he was going to do to her and she started to turn around but his hand came down upon her head, pushing her back down. He grabbed her ass then and started to jam himself inside of her. Inch by inch he filled her bowels in an act so forbidden that it made it all the more exciting.

Kathryn let out a long choked moan, feeling her insides being stretched open, feeling his cock push into places it never should have been, not on someone so young. It hurt so incredibly bad, she could feel herself ripping and tearing, stretching to accomodate his size. Her slick walls covered him in her heat as he held onto her, pushing into her to the hilt. He snaked one hand around to her clit, pulling himself back and then slamming himself back into her, his finger grinding against her pink pearl. The feeling of getting her ass fucked was one of the most intense feelings she\'d felt before, it was something entirely different than anything else. His thick veins rubbed against her opening and his shaft pushing into her, sliding against every nerve ending, and his large balls smacked into her. He pinched her little clit in his fingers, rolling it around and rubbing it with the rough pads of his fingers, squeezing it hard enough to cause her to cry out as he jammed his dick into her, pushing her body into the chair and riding her like an animal again.

He rode her hard, making more little tears in her, raping this young girl, ass raping her, claiming her again as his own, his property. She screamed as he drove his finger against her clit and her swollen pink lips, rubbing her hard, the friction heating her up immensely. Her asshole clenched onto him, milking him, squeezing him with her hot inner walls, where God knows he shouldn\'t have been. His eyes were as cold and unforgiving as ever but the lust that emanated from them was very tangible, and they were looking down at her with a maniacal sadistic obsession, watching as he fucked her and watching as the blood still oozed from some of her wounds. She would never be anybody elses. His fingers slid along her wet cunt, her juices flowing like a river from her wet hole, coating his fingers as he continued to rub her clit. He started fucking her then so hard that it was almost painful for him, and enough to make her cry again, but he needed it, and she needed it. There was something about what he was doing to her then that broke whatever barrier it was in her that needed to be broken, and she admitted to herself that she wanted what he did to her more than anything else.

\"You\'re mine Kathryn,\" Rich growled in a voice that made her insides quiver. Her breasts were so sore by now that they were beyond help for the moment, and she knew that they would take days to heal themselves, and the cuts would take weeks even. He felt her whole body shudder and she suddenly screamed out his name, her pussy clenching and fluttering as she came, still being savagely fucked by him up her virgin asshole. He crushed her against the back of the chair and began to frantically grind himself into her, then crying out himself, sending shockwave after shockwave of his hot creamy cum into her asshole, searing her insides, coating her with his cream. He withdrew himself, letting his cum drip out of her asshole and down her thighs, still warm and gooey from being inside of her. First he undid her ankle restraints and then her hands, and she let them fall to her side as she stood back upright. With painstaking slowness he undid the clamps from her nipples, watching as they turned a deep ruddy purple. Her whole body ached and throbbed and she realy needed a shower by then.

\"Get dressed. You can leave now, but I will be seeing you tomorrow Kathryn, be ready,\" he said coldly to her, watching her as she redressed and left his home. She entered her own house and it was about 3pm and she knew she would have to shower before her parents got home because she couldn\'t let them see her naked or even in her underpants. A nice warm shower would feel good, and the thought of Rich with her again tomorrow was getting her hot all over again.



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