Page 67 of Slaughtered Firefly
Shaw slammed his dick into my mouth in an erratic manner as he chased his orgasm. I could feel it in the way his cock pulsed in my mouth. I didn’t want to think about what would happen once he was done. So absorbed in the action, I let my mind gloss over the pain. It was just another client that Daddy wanted me to please. I swirled my tongue around him as his balls slapped against my chin, just hopeful that he would choke me long enough that I suffocated. At least then I wouldn’t feel so miserable being used by him in front of everybody.
When Shaw pulled out of my mouth and squirted on my face, my mouth fell open in surprise. It would have been one of those classic porn-shocked responses if it weren’t for the torture. Thedude really must have watched too much porn to make a move like that. “You — ” the resulting joke never finished as pain enveloped me.
A wail escaped me as Shaw’s blade sunk in the middle of my back. In one fluid motion, the knife sliced through, carving out my punishment. Curses flew from my mouth as he slowed the motion, making it jagged. Semen dripped from my forehead onto my eyelashes as he finished the strike.
O.
I didn’t breathe as he withdrew the sharp point from my back, laughing at his calligraphy or maybe his ink splatter. Who the fuck uses white ink? I giggled thinking about the comparison. It sounded like a dying cat with how raw my throat had been, but the thought kept me company as my head hung. I was so psychotic that I resorted to cracking jokes as a distraction from reality.
Burned skin permeated the air as I thrashed against the ropes. Branded again. I never wanted to die so much as at that moment. Humiliation crawled through me as I watched Shaw’s footsteps withdraw from view. It was sickening to help this bastard reach orgasm. Tiredness seeped into me, and I felt the need to let go.Why did it matter?I couldn’t keep the facts straight anymore. Was this of my doing?No, Scott was here. You accepted the punishment so they wouldn’t kill him.The voice whispered in my mind. It encouraged me, telling me that it would be over soon. The voice sounded like Momma.
I lifted my head to look at the crowd. As my swollen eyeballs rolled back and forth, I swear I saw Momma against the wall. Her golden locks curled, framing her face, and her eyes shone brightly against the fire’s glow. She had something in her hand,but with my unfocused stare, I couldn’t see. Something bright flashed in her grasp. I inhaled too quickly as realization hit me — the sawtooth blade.
A low groan filtered into my ears, no longer able to scream as Momma faded away, the arc of the knife ripped through my lower back. New skin forever tainted by his hands as Shaw twisted the point, causing more blood to flow. “Please kill me,” I pleaded, sickened with myself as my battered body responded to the pain.
“No can do sweetheart, Daddy’s little whore gets to live,” he reminded, his tone too merry. My face paled from the lack of blood or maybe it was the exhaustion. The blade should have been burning my skin, cauterizing the wounds, but Shaw hadn’t done that. Blood dripped down my back, in between my butt cheeks and slid the rest of the way with a splat on the floor. The warmth was comforting, yet it made me all the more aware that something worse was going to happen.
“Fuck you,” I forced the words out as the hot knife smacked against my skin. Vomit spilled out of my mouth, and I couldn’t tell if it was blood or piss between my legs. The burn was excruciating on my lower back, and I screamed, choking on my stomach contents. The acid blocked the smell of dead flesh, but the feelings couldn’t be blocked. Every nerve was in a bounce house of pain; the crash from one side of my body to the other forced tears out of my swollen eyes.
I didn’t even recognize my own voice; my screams and cries sounded like a screech from an alley cat. It wasn’t a voice that belonged to me. “You don’t have to beg to fuck me, I already knew you were desperate,” Shaw breathed as he placed his hand between my ass crack. I stilled myself as realization crept beneath my skin.No, he can’t. Please no.I thought it was over. I was crying again, or maybe it was my breath caught in my lungs as terror enveloped me. “But first, all this punishment has meneeding to piss like a racehorse,” he laughed out. I didn’t get it. I hadn’t understood what the joke was until it happened.
The stream of hot urine hit the back of my head, cascading down my back. I thrashed against my binds, jumping away when it hit the top of my wounds. I needed to escape this humiliation. I sobbed as the flow continued; laughter echoed all around me. It was hard to breathe as the piss coated my burns. I couldn’t take this. I screamed again, desperate. To anyone else, my jerky movements could have looked like a demon possession, but I tried to fight it.I tried, Momma, I did.
Tears washed down my cheeks as I finally accepted there was no end to this misery. I hung my head in shame, unable to escape. Eventually the piss stopped running down my back. Shaw cauterized the wound he’d left open in his rush to relieve himself. My voice sounded like a wheeze; there was so little sound left between the battered vocal cords. I didn’t even know how I was still awake anymore; everything hurt. I couldn’t even keep my eyes open anymore. I closed out the world of agony as I willed myself to give up.
“Oh come on little whore, don’t go passing out on me now,” Shaw pulled my hair so hard. I winced and flung my eyes open. Hatred basked in his eyes as his other hand gripped my chin. I stared at him, not really caring what torture he had next. “Have I finally broken that little mouth of yours?” he baited. He wanted my fight but there was none left. I was dead inside. Anything I did only excited Shaw. So why bother?
“Kill me,” I pleaded.
“No,” He replied and dropped my head stabbing into my back again. My body jumped in protest as pain ricocheted around the knife. I gasped out, my lungs clawed for oxygen. The blade still just as agonizing as the first time. The twists and pulls of his hand agitated the wound as he ripped more flesh. Shaw yanked it out and stabbed again. I knew what thispunishment was when it started. Shaw wanted to teach me a lesson.The spoiled ‘princess’ he always saw in me. She needed to be reminded that she was nothing more than a whore.I was the whore.
Shaw lubed his cock with my blood as he pushed it between my ass cheeks, I wept silently. He grabbed onto the hilt of the knife as he forced himself into my hole. If I had any strength left, I would have thrashed and screamed but instead I just let him. He forced himself inside as he dragged the hilt downwards. Croaks of protest left me as he settled himself. “Cole was right, a whore’s ass is perfectly trained,” Shaw moaned behind my ear. Disgust rolled through me as he began his thrusts. The bench squeaked with the force he plowed into me, but I didn’t react. The hot press of the rod as it sealed the wounds was my only sound.
R.
Agony lulled me into a numbed state as skin slapped against skin. The grunts and moans from Shaw the only accompanying orchestra to my silent cries.Kill me. Kill me. Kill me.
My hands were cut free and my whole body sagged forward in relief as I laid over that bench. I couldn’t escape, I was free to crawl away, but I didn’t move. I just let him fuck my asshole as it tore and bled. Wood groaned under me, as his hips thrusted into me, his weight heavy on my tender backside.
Broken and used I stared blankly at the wood grains. Every few minutes when I thought I could just let go Shaw would smack my backside igniting the inflamed areas.Momma. Momma please take me with you.I thought as his body crashed into me. My eyes swelled as more tears flowed. It was learned helplessness, my body reverted back to that survival instinct tostay put.Don’t fight, it won’t help.No matter what I did in this situation Shaw won.
My asshole felt raw, just like everything else inside and outside of my body. Sobs left me when Shaw finally stopped his thrusts, his cum leaked out of me as he dropped me like a rag. I closed my eyes ready to escape this world.Let me die.
Water splashed against my head cascaded down my backside as the knife plunged into my right hip. Shaw Carved the last letter as my body shook from the shock. Every other letter had a lesson attached but the final one felt like death. It made it reality, I was forever marked by him. He pried the knife out of the soft tendrils of my flesh admired his work before sealing it in flames. I choked on drool as my body’s reaction to scream came over me.
E.
It was final. The last letter to his torturous lesson.
My head hung as my endorphins departed, exhaustion settled in. Alarms bells rang in my mind as my subconscious alerted me to more danger. That little nag that something was unfinished itched with ferocity. My eyes closed, escape within my grasps I ignored it.
Heat flashed against my right shoulder as a ring of fire burned into my skin, the smell gagged me as my body protested. The following lines were just as excruciating as it sealed the brand. I had crossed the Obsidian mafia and now bore their insignia forever in my skin. Everything lit up and stars clouded my vision as the final cross line burned. “Don’t forget to sign your work,” someone laughed.
The dull blade pierced my skin as Shaw dragged a crooked ’S’ into the lower corner of the freshly burned circle. It burned foreternity or what felt like forever as he lifted the steel away. My breath heavy I collapsed utterly drained.
Someone shouldered me as I screamed in agony the wounds fresh and painful.
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