Chapter 12: The M-Word

Candy’s mind was blank, her senses overwhelmed. She felt the pain, the humiliation, the shame, and the pleasure. She was floating, lost in a sea of bliss.

Slowly, the world came back into focus. Nick’s hands were on her, touching, caressing. She whimpered, her body shivering at his touch as his lips met hers, soft and warm. She surrendered to the kiss, her mind empty, her thoughts blank. He undid the bonds, freeing her, his hands massaging her sore limbs, easing the stiffness.

“Such a good little pain-slut,” he murmured, his voice a low growl. He lifted her into his arms, and she buried her face in his shoulder. She didn’t know what he would do next, but she knew he would take care of her. “Come on, my slut. It’s time for bed.”

Candy clung to him, her body limp, as he carried her up the stairs to her apartment. He laid her gently on her bed, and she curled up, her body trembling. She felt the warmth of him as he climbed in beside her. He’d removed his clothes, and she pressed her body against his, her skin screaming where torn, raw flesh touched her mater’s smooth perfection.

“You did well, little fuckpet,” he murmured, his voice gentle.

“Thank you, Master,” Candy whispered. She’d closed her eyes, her mind drifting and her thoughts hazy.

“But it’s not time to rest just yet,” Nick told her, his voice holding a hint of eager need.

Candy frowned, confused. “I thought...”

Nick chuckled, his voice low, mocking. “Oh, little one, did you forget that I promised to fuck you?”

Candy blinked, her mind struggling to comprehend. “But, you ... I’m...”

“Hurt?” he finished for her, amusement lacing his tone. “Sore? In pain?”

She nodded, her body shaking. “It hurts so bad,” she whispered, her voice small and childlike.

“Poor little Candy Cane,” he replied, his voice filled with mocking pity. “Your pussy’s torn open, and your tits are cut to pieces.” He grinned, his voice laced with sadistic amusement. “But I’ve got a hard cock and nowhere else to put it. So, open those pretty little thighs for me, my broken little whore.”

Candy bit her lip, her stomach twisting, her chest tightening. He was a monster, a sadist. “No,” she said her voice firm, and filled with unexpected defiance.

He chuckled, his hand tracing down her body, cupping a breast, squeezing roughly. She winced, biting her lip to keep from crying out.

“Open your fucking legs,” he growled, his fingers digging into her flesh.

“I won’t,” she sobbed, her body shuddering. “I want you to leave.”

He laughed, the sound cruel and mocking. How could she have ever convinced herself that he cared for her?

“You’re mine,” he told her, his voice a low hiss. “Now, spread your legs, or I’ll have to hurt you.”

Candy shook her head, tears stinging her eyes. She’d agreed to be his fucktoy. That she’d belong to him until she fired him. But she hadn’t expected him to treat her like this. To be so cruel, so hateful. But she was still his boss. Still his employer. Steeling herself, Candy drew on the last of her resolve. “I want you to leave,” she repeated, her voice trembling but determined. “You’re—”

Before she could finish, his hand forced something soft and delicate into her mouth. A black bit of lace, her panties from that morning. She gagged, trying to spit them out, but Nick held her mouth closed, a hand covering her lips, muffling her screams.

“Quiet,” he growled, his tone threatening. “I’m not interested in your stupid opinions.”

Candy’s eyes widened, her fear and humiliation mingling with anger.

“Don’t think for a second that you can order me around,” he warned, his voice cold and hard. “You’re a pathetic little whore who doesn’t deserve the honor of my cock. If I want to fuck your broken, ruined body, then I will.”

Candy struggled against him, her protests muffled.

His hands were rough as he rolled her over. He pushed her face down, ass up. She was exposed, her slit red and swollen, glistening with her own juices. Candy felt the tip of his cock press against her opening. She was wet, but her pussy was raw, her flesh tender. His cockhead slipped inside her, the sensation of him entering her almost unbearable.

A muffled sob tore through Candy’s body and Nick hesitated. “Why did you make me do this?” he snarled, his voice filled with sudden loathing.

Candy wept, her face pressed against the pillow, the lace of her panties and the taste of that morning’s arousal coating her tongue. She had been so desperate to feel his body against hers, to feel his cock inside her. But this wasn’t what she’d wanted.

“I’m too kind to sluts,” he said, and she felt the head of his cock pull out of her. It was the worst sort of relief. He pushed rough fingers into her, her cunt clenching around them, the slick wetness of her abused pussy coating his digits. “You don’t deserve mercy,” he added, his voice softening, filled with false compassion. “Not after the way you behaved.”

Candy whimpered, the humiliation burning through her. She had begged him to take her, but now, her body refused him, her sore, broken pussy rejecting his cruel, unfeeling assault.

“But we’ll let your pussy heal,” he continued, and he withdrew his fingers, the slick of her sex clinging to them. He used them to stroke his cock, applying her fluids as a lubricant.

For a moment, she hoped he’d stop, but his fingers spread her cheeks, a digit pushing into her asshole, the dry, painful friction sending a fresh wave of agony through her.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” he groaned, working his finger in and out, stretching her, preparing her for what was coming.

Candy squirmed, struggling against his hold, but he was too strong. His finger relentless. She felt her anus relax, her body betraying her, surrendering.

“This will hurt,” he told her, his voice casual. He pulled his finger free and lined his cockhead up with her opening. Candy sobbed, the sound muffled by her panties. She’d never had anything in her ass before. And she’d never imagined her first time would be like this.

He pushed the tip of his cock in, the thick, mushroomed head forcing her hole to stretch around it. It hurt. God, it hurt. She screamed, the sound muffled by the makeshift gag and the pillow beneath her face. She’d never imagined such a painful, searing sensation. Her anus resisted, refusing him entry. But his cock was insistent, pushing further in, her virgin opening stretching painfully.

“So fucking tight,” he groaned, his cock sliding deeper, her ass stretching around him. She felt his pelvis press against her cheeks, his balls brushing against her, and she realized that he was fully inside her.

“Oh fuck, it feels so good,” he moaned, his hips moving slowly, his cock pumping in and out.

Candy sobbed, her body aching. It did not feel good. Her mind was a mess, her thoughts confused, her emotions a whirlwind.

“That’s it,” he cooed, his hands gripping her hips, holding her steady as his pace quickened. “Your ass is so tight. So fucking good.”

Candy whimpered, her anus clenching around him, the friction painful, unbearable. She wanted it to end, for him to stop, to take his cock out of her. But she was helpless, his plaything, his toy.

His toy? Fuck that was hot! Horrifying for sure, but also incredibly arousing.

She felt his cock pulse, the thick rod pumping in and out of her. She was so full, his length and thickness stretching her painfully. He’d worked her anus into submission, and now it was nothing more than a tight sheath for his cock.

“Fuck, you’re such a good little slut,” he groaned, his thrusts coming faster, harder, deeper.

I’m a good slut—a perfect little fucktoy, the thought made her moan, her asshole clenching on Master’s thick, beautiful cock.

“Fuck,” he groaned, his cock throbbing, his balls slapping against her. “I’m going to ruin you,” he growled, his grip tightening, his hips grinding into her. She met him with her own thrusts, her hips bucking against him, her body begging him to finish.

“Yes,” she whimpered, the word muffled by her panties. Destroy me!