Page 25 of Degradation

“I’m a cunt to fuck.” I say just as my mother half stammers on the words.

“Louder.” He spits, and his saliva actually lands on me, on my chest, on my breasts as if he did it on purpose. “You’re nothing but a cunt to fuck.”

“I’m nothing but a cunt to fuck.” I repeat, just as my mother does.

“Again.” He orders.

What will he do if I refuse? Will he beat me? Will he beat my mother too? I don’t want to risk it, and he’s hurting me enough as it is.

“I’m nothing but a cunt to fuck.” I gasp.

His hand strikes my face, I jolt in shock but the sting lingers long after he removes it. “Louder. Say it louder, bitch, keep saying it.”

I say it again, I scream it, I say it over and over and above my head my mother states it too. I’m nothing. I’m nothing. I’m a cunt to fuck. I am nothing but a cunt.

He groans, he grunts, he continues fucking me as my mother and I repeat those words like a mantra.

His face gets redder and redder, I know what is happening and I can’t thank god enough when he finally comes. His dick pumps away, I can feel it inside me, I can feel him filling me.

He stays where he is, his dick buried as deep as he can get and his hands either side of my body as he holds himself up. His head is dropped down onto my chest, his face is buried between my breasts and for a moment I wonder if he’s fallen asleep. God, what if he has? Am I meant to stay like this? Is my mother meant to stay like this? Are we meant to wait here, obedient, until he wakes?

I don’t know if it’s relief I feel when he suddenly groans proving he’s not asleep at all. He lifts his head, staring at me and he’s so close our faces are almost touching. “Remember what you are.” He says. “Every day I fill your womb is a blessing.”

I nod, far too afraid to speak.

He drags one finger down my cheek, no doubt feeling all the wetness from the tears I couldn’t hold back. “So beautiful.” He whispers. “Such a beautiful, sweet little thing.”

I can’t relate that action, the softness of it, to the brutality of what he’s just done.

My mother is still holding me. I think she doesn’t dare to move either. Gunther slides himself out, glancing at his cock as if he expects to see more blood there.

“Hold her legs up. Keep my seed inside her. I want her womb to drown in it.” He says, staring at my pussy.

My mother clearly understands those words better than I do because she releases my hands, grabs my legs and pulls them soI’m curled over, with my body held at an angle that has my arse and most intimate parts up in the air.

Gunther walks out, walks to the bathroom and we can hear the toilet flushing, we can hear the taps running for a few minutes.

When he walks back in, he’s dressed in a robe but it’s open and his dick is dangling between his legs, flopping as he walks. It looks almost comical, but I don’t dare laugh.

“You can get out.” He snaps to my mother. “Her womb should have drunk enough.”

I don’t want her to go. I don’t want her to leave me with him. I reach out, grabbing her arm but she squeezes my hand and this time I can tell itisa warning.

She clambers off the bed, bowing her head. “Goodnight, Chapter Lord.” She says as demurely as she can.

He waves his hand dismissing her as if she were nothing more than a servant.

As the door shuts, I stay where I am, with my body still hunched over, with all of me exposed.

He walks to the end of the bed, staring at me, at the only part of me he clearly cares about.

“Sweet virgin pussy.” He says smirking. “Though not a virgin anymore, eh, wife? I fucked you good and proper, didn’t I?”

I blink back, my body trembling from both pain and exhaustion.

He tilts his head, staring at something I can’t figure out, and then he just turns and walks out of the room, leaving the door to slam behind him.

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