Page 194 of The Life of Anna-Tenth Anniversary Edition: Act 1

He growled. “Go shower and present yourself to me properly.”

“Yes, Master.” She ran to the bathroom and struggled to see through her tears as she showered and washed her hair as fast as she could. She’d been so wrong about him. First Devin and now Alex. She’d thought both of them loved her, but she had been wrong. So wrong. She existed for their pleasure and nothing more.

Turning the water off, she reached for her towel and pressed it to her eyes. They would be red and puffy from crying. Hopefully Alex wouldn’t care too much. She’d just keep her gaze fixed on the floor, where it belonged. She didn’t know if she could bear to look into his face ever again. Not after... She swallowed back a sob. How could she have misread his emotions so badly?

She dried herself off and braided her hair, then hurried out, naked, into the living room and bowed low in front of the couch where he’d seated himself again. The searing intensity of his angry gaze bore into her back, and she shook terribly. What would he do to her? He was so big and strong!

A few seconds later, he picked her up, carried her into her room, and tossed her onto the bed. He undressed and stood next to her, his enormous hard cock jutting out from his hips. He grabbed her hair and dragged her close, then put his cock to her lips. “You know what to do.”

She opened her mouth and he pushed himself in deep, choking her. Tears sprang to her eyes as she resolved to push her emotions, her hurt, aside. He only wanted an accommodating slave and that’s what she would give him.

But then why had he said all those things before he left? Why had he been so loving?

No. She’d never understand why he’d pretended to love her. Pretended to bond with her. And she just needed to accept that. Accept what he was going to do to her and turn off her emotions.

Easier thought than done.

He pushed her backward, ripping his cock from her throat. She coughed and grabbed her throat. He straddled her upper body, pinching her nipples hard to pull her up off the bed. She cried out and tears ran down her cheeks. He ran sharp fingernails down her belly, leaving trails of fire behind. He violently slapped each breast several times before slapping her across the face. She grabbed her cheek and he yanked her hand down, trapping it under his knee. He did the same with her other hand.

Her breasts jiggled as he slapped them again and again. Her face burned as he slapped her cheeks. He pulled her up by her nipples again, further this time, and she cried out in pain.

“Oh, come now, Anna. You have taken far worse. I’m sure of it.” The rage distorted his handsome face, making him look demonic.

He backed off her hips and turned her over to bend her knees and raise her ass in the air. She started to raise up onto her hands, but he pushed her back down. He pressed his fingers inside her. They were so big! She moaned. It felt good until he slipped another one in, and then another one. The opening burned as he slid in and out, and she stopped moaning.

“You like being fisted?” He laughed. “Not that it matters if you like it or not.”

She whimpered at the pressure, and then screamed as something enormous made its way into her channel. Bigger than his cock. Her opening stretched, and she screamed again as she tore open to his demanding hand. He laughed, and she sobbed. A huge knot pushed its way into her body. She groaned and cried as he punched her insides.

“No... please...” Tears streamed down her cheeks. She tried to wiggle her hips away from him, but he held her still with his free hand and punched again.

He pulled backward, taking her with him. He laughed and shook his arm around, moving her hips up and down and sideways. She sobbed and clung to the covers on the bed. He pulled her backward even more until her hips met the edge of the bed. He put his hand under her chest and picked her up, then dropped her upper body so her hands were on the floor, supported only by the fist inside her.

“Pull off of me,” he growled. “Pull your cunt off my fist.”

She shook her head. “Please, Master... Please don’t.” Why was she bothering to beg? He had no mercy.

He wiggled his arm. “Pull!”

She cried and began lowering her body to the floor in obedience.

“Faster.” He punched down into her cervix again and she grunted as her hands slipped on the floor. “Pull. Tear yourself off me.”

She lowered herself onto her elbows, trying to ignore the pain. But he liked her in pain. Was she being disobedient by not begging?

“Stupid bitch.” He punched down once and then ripped his fist out of her pussy. She screamed and somersaulted over onto her back, landing so hard it knocked the breath out of her lungs. She stared up at the ceiling, unable to move or think, legs splayed apart.

He moved between her legs and frowned down at her. She struggled to make her lungs work again. Her body screamed in pain. She wanted to move, to cover herself, to protect herself, but nothing in her body would obey.

He grabbed an ankle and tossed her back on the bed, her head hitting the footboard on the way up.

She lay on the bed, face pressed into the mattress, but she couldn’t move. Her head pounded from hitting the footboard. She didn’t care that she couldn’t breathe. She wanted to die, and breathing would prevent that. Was he done with her yet?

The bed moved, and she whimpered when she felt his weight behind her. He pushed her ass back up in the air, her knees wide apart, and smacked her ass hard. Then he smacked her pussy. She cried, but not loudly anymore. He hit her until she stopped responding.

The mattress sank between her knees and something hard and long slid into her pussy. It was his cock, but she barely felt him. His cock was not as wide as his fist. He grunted. “I can’t feel your pussy around my cock. Guess I’ll have to try one of your other holes.”

She closed her eyes and waited for whatever would happen next. She couldn’t move, couldn’t think. Or so she thought.

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