Tiny Woman

She approached the next one with no less dread than the previous two. Dustin was considered Jack’s right-hand man, but was physically the least appealing of her choices and she didn‘t know him as well as the others. He was standing in the doorway, waiting for her as she approached.
“Hey, ‘cum’ on in.” He shifted out of the way, chuckling at his own innuendo. She was barely in the door when he shoved her onto the bed, hard. He positioned himself on her stomach and began pulling clothes off and out of the way. She neither helped or hindered. “I’ve been waiting for this. I knew you’d come to me.” All clothes were finally removed from her and she seized up with panic…he wasn’t allowed….he couldn’t…
His hands and mouth landed everywhere when he spotted the numerous hickeys left by Jason. The resounding slap was wholly unexpected but was more frightening than painful. “Whore! Did he fuck you?” he grabbed her chin and forced her face close to his, “Answer me, woman!”
“No, Master! Please!” Panic was overtaking her senses at this point- she was forgetting her place. Please…he wasn’t allowed to yet either.
“Please WHAT?” he hissed, left hand delivering a brutal squeeze to her right nipple. Thankfully it served to clear her brain a little.
“Please believe me, Master. Please! Master must realize it isn’t allowed!” She begged, realizing the futility of it. If her virtue was going to be at the mercy of a man within the week, what difference did it make who or when?
“Don’t you tell me what is or isn’t allowed, Whore!” He turned her over quickly and in one quick thrust, he was inside her. It was only the location of the searing pain that told her he must be inside her ass as opposed to her pussy.
He barely paused to adjust to the new confines of his cock before he began thrusting brutally into her. She stifled a scream as her virgin ass was stretched and torn. “That’s it, Bitch, scream for me.” He pulled her onto her knees and wrapped his arms around her hips, still thrusting hard and deep. The pain was subsiding into an ache as her head thumped against the headboard.
“Oh God!” He gasped between ragged breaths and grunts, as if he were a dying man. The waves of pleasure he was ripping from her body was building into a tidal wave ready to make landfall at any moment. He just had to push further, harder….
She barely choked back a sob as his final hard thrust sent her body into an involuntary orgasm. He collapsed on top of her, still thrusting gently. She was still shaking as his limp cock slid none to gracefully out of her. He slapped her ass gently.
“One Cherry popped” he laughed and indicated the blood covering his crotch. “I’ll take care of the other later.” He rolled off the bed and staggered into the bathroom. He popped his head out a second later. “Get your ass in here. You need a shower, you look like hell.”

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I stiffly entered the shower and let him wash me, touching me intimately like he had every right to. And I guess he did. He ordered me to bend over and I did, the rough washcloth burned like hell against my abused flesh. I prayed he didn’t do any permanent damage. I prayed he wouldn’t look any lower than my ass…It didn’t matter anymore anyway. I knew if I had to marry him, I would be dead within a month. But did it really matter anymore anyway? I’ll pick him. If not me, then he’ll just take someone else.
I felt like a part of me died that night as I resigned myself to my fate. He led me back to the bed, not bothering to dress himself or me, and held me close the entire night. He occasionally whispered sweet things a lover should, but they all sounded like poison burning through from his lips. I didn’t sleep. It didn’t matter anymore anyway.