Chapter 2

***WARNING: This chapter involves sexual assault.

(y/n) P.O.V. 1st person

Tapping on the door, it easily slipped open as I eyed the master sitting up on his bed. He laid back against it, propping himself up on his arm. His eyes immediately turned to the door. As the cold green color met my (e/c) orbs, I became nervous. He waved me over, "Shut the door behind you."

I carefully closed the door behind me, taking a step towards him. "Master," I bowed my head avoiding his dark, lustful eyes, "why have you requested me at such a late hour?"

"(y/n)... you don't have to stand so far, come a little closer and I'll tell you." Jamil replied, smirking as I took a step forward. He latched his warm hand onto mine and pulled me onto him. His lips against my ear, "I just thought we could have a little bit of fun, I can ask for that right? I mean... you have no right to deny me." He nibbled on my ear, letting a hand trail up my thigh making me gasp.

"Y-yes Master..." I replied shakily, trying to hold back tears that were stemming from the fear and negative emotions inside me. He trailed his lips along my neck as he clutched tightly to my shaking form. I let out a quiet moan as he bit down on the spot and roughly kissed my neck. The Lord smirked against my skin, slipping a hand under my leg and behind my back to move my form so he could lay on top of me. He pulled back to slide my dress up and off me as he admired my naked body. The cold air hitting me as I curled up blocking my chest for warmth.

Jamil lifted my hands above me, roughly pinning them down against the sheets. "Don't hide from me, I'll soon warm you up." Running his fingers gently through my (h/l), (h/c) locks, he then cups my cheek, "Besides, you're very beautiful." He places his lips against mine as his hands grope my breasts, tightly and firm. The cold touch of his hands against my warm bosom makes me gasp allowing him to slip his tongue into my mouth. His wet muscle in my cavern as I let him take over. Gasping for air he pulls back, his hungry green eyes standing out so lovely between his dropping brown locks.

Letting go of one breast, he gently kisses it, sucking on my bud as I let out a moan. I bite on my lip, feeling embarrassed by the sound. I hated it. Giving each tit its turn he took his time savoring my body. "You have a very nice body you know," He whispers in my ear.

After he had pleased my chest for a while he moved away from it. Pulling out a key, he removes my shackles so he can spread my legs. Jamil trails his tongue up my thigh, biting onto a sensitive spot as he roughly makes out with the flesh. He tastes them as he rubs my already wet pussy. Suddenly he stops, and I whimper. My body wanted to be touched, even by this horrible man. "Never been pleased by a man like this before," he chuckles. "I'll make sure you don't forget."

He pulled his robe off of his sweating form. I blushed at the sight of his semi-erect member as he kneels above me. Pressing his cock up against my lips, he demands that I "Suck on it." I take it in, obeying his orders. My mouth absorbs the taste of his member as my tongue licks it up and down. My Lord shoves himself deeper into my throat as he bucks his hips, taking over my head. He lets out a grunt as he fucks my throat with his now fully erect dick. I gagged on his huge penis as he does so, making him smirk. "You look so cute gagging on my cock, make sure not to bite or I'll punish you~" He laughs, enjoying the feel of my warm throat around his bulging member.

Releasing his bitter seed into my cavern, he pulls himself out. A drizzle of cum pours out of my lips, but he brushes it into mouth for me to swallow. "Good slave," he says, patting my head, "I'll reward you nicely for pleasing me so well." Taking a hand he returns to rubbing my cunt, making me gasp when he pushes a finger in. Pumping his finger in me, I moan while I buck my hips against his digit. "You're so tight," he pushes another one in trying to stretch me out some.

"Do you like that?" Jamil says playfully as I nod. "I didn't hear a reply."

"Yes, M-Master." The lord then pulls his fingers out of me only to replace them with his tongue as he takes the time to taste me. My hands traveled through his dark brown locks as he eats me out. Letting out a few moans here and there as he savors me.

"Ahh M-Master, I-" before I can release the unwanted orgasm he's brought me to, he pulls away pinning me back down roughly.

"Not yet... I'm not finished with you yet." He kisses my lips, and I feel his hardened member against my nether regions. He rubs it against me teasingly, and I whimper under him.

"Master.. please," I whined.

"If you want it that bad, why don't you beg like a good little bitch?" He laughs, enjoying this form of torment.

"Pl-please..." I felt myself shaking "I-I want y-you..." I hated seeing myself begging to this man who had tortured and beat me for years.

"Hmmm I don't know if that was good enough, try and add 'Master' in there this time?" He teases me more.

"Please, M-Master... I want y-you i-inside me so b-badly…"

He smirks, those beautiful yet hungry green eyes capturing my desperate (e/c) ones. He pushes himself inside me, a look of overwhelming pleasure on his face as I whimper under him. I felt myself tearing as he quickens his past, ramming into me without much of a chance to adjust to his size. "You feel so good," he gasps, enjoying the feel of my walls tightening around his member. Jamil wipes my tears as he continues to buck, getting faster and faster. As I begin to slowly feel pleasure I let out a few moans making him smirk. "Good slave, I wanna hear you enjoying this."

"Ah, Master!" I cry as he hits my g-spot and I feel an uncontrollable and therefore unpleasant rush pour over me. I wrapped my arms around his waist, moving my hips against his thrusts, an incredible rush taking over me.

"Why don't you call out my name?" He whispers in my ear, the heat between us growing stronger replacing the cold atmosphere around us.

"J-" I hesitated, "Jamil.." I muttered, shying away from his gaze.

"What was that? Say it louder. I wanna hear you scream my name," he commands, pounding into me harder.

"Mnn.. Jamil!"

"That's better," my Master replied, gently kissing my cheek, "Make sure you know that name, you are all mine." He trails his fingers along my side, making me shiver at his touch. "This is proof of that after all." Running his fingers through my (h/c) hair he grunts as he cums, filling me up. He holds me in his arms as we pant in the heat between us before pulling out and laying down next to me. Pulling me next to him, he kisses my lips, "Thank you for that, (y/n), such a good and obedient slave you are."

My Master's arms slither around my waist as he nuzzled his face into my bare chest. Letting his hands travel the body of his slave, he roughly grabs my ass. "You have such a nice body," he laughs to himself, "and it's all mine."

He falls asleep clinging onto me, I bury my face in his dark locks not sure what to think of this man. Maybe it's just a case of Stockholm Syndrome, but I pity him. Yes he was cruel and very spoiled, but knowing where he came from I had often found myself empathizing with him. I truly loved this Master as did many of the other slaves here who served him, but we couldn't help but hate him for the physical and psychological torment he had put us through. Despite that hate I would always stay his slave, and here I would fall asleep in his arms.