Forever Damned

Hi, This story does not belong to me. My friend wrote it and she doesn't have a computer, and she wanted me to put it on here. This is an orginal story, she wrote it with her own character's, so she hope's you enjoy it, so on with the story.

Forever Damned


It was a cold, quivering rain that I was standing in. I was soaked to the bone, but I knew that I had to keep moving.
Are they catching up? Where did they go? I wondered this as I looked around me, anxious that I would be found. What would they do if they found me this time? I can never find out.
The last time I escaped I thought after a month of them supposedly not looking for me, I came to a horrible surprise. I don’t think I would be able to survive the pain this time. It took months for them to even allow me to go to the bathroom alone.
“Alex!”
O shit, it didn’t take them very long did it? I’ve only been gone for maybe a day! Where can I hide? It doesn’t matter, they’re gonna find me no matter what.
“Alex…don’t try to run from me…you know what that leads to.”
I slowly turned around to face him. His face is barely visible through all the rain. I’m just praying that an escape is possible. I look around, desperately trying to find a place to run.
“I can’t go back with you, I just can’t do it anymore. Please, let me go”, I plead desperately.
“You know that I can’t do that, you are mine and I won’t lose you. I let you go last time for a little while, but I’m not going to do that this time. You will have to pay for this little stunt of yours.”
“Please, I beg of you, master…”
“Silence! Don’t say anymore!”
All I could do was hang my head and think about what was to come if I didn’t find away out.
My head immediately shot up when I heard a noise. I looked around trying to find out where the noise was coming from. All of a sudden several men appeared around me.
“I didn’t think I would have too muck trouble with you, but no sense in taking chances”, said my master as he responded to my shocked, desperate expression.
The men surrounded me, cutting off any chance of escape. I felt I was about to break down and cry.
“Please master!”
“There is no help for you now, I warned you the last time!”
At that moment the men began moving closer, closing in around me. All of a sudden there was an opening in the group. I knew that if I didn’t make my move now, that there wouldn’t be another chance. Just as I jolted toward the hole, my master jolted toward me. I made it through just as he took flight after me. I knew the only was out was up. He was catching up and I wasn’t sure what to do. When I was finally able to take lift I went at my top speed. He was faster than me and we both knew it. As I was desperately looking for a place to go, the group of men appeared in front of me.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk, what a bad little girl…your not gonna like us after we’re through!”, one of them antagonized.
“Why wont you just let me go! You don’t need me anymore!”
“The only way we would let you go is if we had your life.”
“Please…” I begged fighting back the tears.
“Say no more! Either you come with us now peacefully, or you don’t come back alive, either way, you’re coming back. It’s up to you how!”
I knew at that time that there was no sense in fighting. I knew that he was serious and wasn’t afraid to. I had been his for about twelve years, or since I was a young child. He raised me to be his, his wife, his lover, and his toy. That’s all I ever felt like, a toy for him to bounce back and forth.
He took it from me when I was ten; he took my innocence and my mortality. He took me from my family when I was two. I cried for days, but after awhile I finally gave up knowing he would never take me back.
Now, I reflect on this as he approaches me. I remember all the pain, all the suffering I went through, and what I watched the other women go through. I wished I could forget it and I know now that it’ll never happen. When I finally felt his arms around me, holding me to him, I knew I was in trouble.
I let him take me back peacefully, knowing the agony yet to come. As soon as we reached the door to our bedroom, I got out of his grasp and ran toward the bathroom. Intending on locking myself in, away from him. Unfortunately, he met me at the door and blocked me into the room.
He slowly moved toward me. I backed up until my back was completely up against the wall, he kept coming and I tried to find some place to hide. I knew from the moment that I walked in the room and saw the whip that I was in for it.
“There’s no sense in trying to escape, your going to get it. You might as well be a good girl and come here. You don’t want me to come get you.”
“Fuck you! You’re going to do it anyway!” I yelled at him.
At that he grabbed me by the neck and forced me off the ground and he looked into my eyes. I’ve never felt such a rush of fear before. He lifted me up to his face and planted a very cold, spine-tingling kiss on my mouth. We had kissed before; he had given me passionate, loving kisses.
After he kissed me, I felt a hard cold hand go across my face and I knew I hit a nerve. My head jerked to the side and I could feel all the blood rushing to my check, it burned, stung, and tingles, where his hand had surely left a print.
At that moment I felt him lift me by my neck and put me up against the wall.
“Now maybe you’ll learn not to talk back so much, my young Alex!”
I fought as best I could to get out of his grasp, but I knew it was no use. I would never get away. I started to gasp for air; I thought I was going to pass out from lack of oxygen. He was that I was having a hard time breathing so he released me. I fell to the ground gasping for air wanting to just finally pass out.
He loomed over me and touched my cheek where he had hit me. I could feel him grabbing me under the arms and pulling me to my feet. He then gently carried me to the bed and laid me down. I knew that no matter how gentle he was now didn’t matter. His gentle touch can turn to stone in a minute.
As soon as he laid me down I could feel his hands move down to my hips. He gently held me down and kissed my neck. I must have groaned because he let out a small laugh and moved his hands up. He ever so gently rubbed his hands back and forth on my stomach. He knew that’s the best way to make me horny and put me into complete ecstasy. Don’t get me wrong, I was enjoying every moment of it, but I also know that he was doing it because of the pain he was about to make me go through. As he rubbed my stomach he left soft kisses on my neck. That’s when I felt the piercing pain that hurt so much it felt good. I could feel my warm blood leaving my body as he gently sucked. We stayed this way for several moments, being in pure ecstasy. It felt too soon when he stopped and I was completely drained, drained of blood, energy, and spirit. I lay there barely conscious when he slowly took my leather straps off my shoulders and he kissed every piece of skin as it was exposed to view. Then he removed my top completely exposing my breasts. He gently moved his hands onto my breasts making my breath raspy. It was a great relief. I felt like I could explode with all the sexual pressures building up. He ran kisses down over my breasts, down my stomach, making me quiver. It was when his hands met his mouth on my stomach that I knew I was going to be left that way, and not being given my relief yet.
He slowly and carefully ran his hands into my pants and I held my breath waiting for his silky touches and warm kisses. I wanted to stay this way forever.

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