by Writing Shark
Cleaning and other services for Valerie
“Hurgh… Schlurmmmfff…” On her knees, between the master’s legs Valerie feels like a cheap whore, some peace of meat, a simple tool for pleasure, a doll, all of that. She doesn’t even get paid for her service but the thought of it scares her.
“Concentration, Tiny Titts.” A slap on the back of the head and two big strong hands make Valerie focus on her job again like the good little whore she apparently is. Mister Winters presses her quivering lips to his monstrous boner. In the past, Valerie had teased her friends with their size. Even Davis, her current boyfriend, had to put up with her cutting comments. It was all a test. Valerie needed to know that her friends were loyal to her. They had to prove themselves to the head cheerleader.
Now she’s only afraid of the arm-sized monster she’s desperately trying to shove down her throat to avoid getting hit again for failing like a little looser. With a third of his cock in her stretched mouth, the 20-year-old girl can no longer remember the pride she felt in controlling boys. Mister Winters, Master James she recalls with disgust but relief, is not a boy. He’s a man, and he owns her with an ease that makes her tremble all over.
“She’s not as good as your daughter Master” Valerie hears her mother’s voice. Grace watches Valerie being raped, calm and content. The little girl doesn’t hear the question the Master asked and gets scared, but concentrates on the warm feeling of spit running down her chin. “Mistress Alice looks so beautiful when she satisfies you. We’re just dirty peasants under your feet. Thank you for still letting us serve you and your family.” A tear trickles down Valerie’s cheek, not knowing why she is crying. Because of grief? Because of the pain? Because of the fear? The humiliation?
Or because she’s wet?
Not very, she’s proud of that, as much as this is even possible. But she feels her panicked heartbeat echoing in her labia like a jungle drum. With all her might, the girl imagines that it’s the other, bad feelings that make her want to pleasure the master more intensely, being a good girl for him, his whore, his fuck meat, his dirty peasant, not the needy throbbing of her traitorous cunt that screams otherwise. She doesn’t know too much about sex but sadly just enough to know what murderous, burning, all-consuming lust must feel like, devouring every tiny feeling of lousy lust she felt for Davis in the past.
“What do you say Tiny Titts?” Mister Winters taps the girl on the head. With muddled thoughts, Valerie drags her lips over her owner’s hot skin, almost feeling familiar and feels the fabric of her uniform move, this so unfamiliar to her, as she tries to look her Master in the cold eye.
“Sir?” She feels a thick strand of spit dripping onto her cleavage but knows it is forbidden to wipe her mouth. All fluids are gifts of the master. The master likes her messy. And the Master almost has a fatherly expression on his face as he pats her cheek at her confusion.
And Valerie smiles. Ever so slightly. But it is there. And Mister Winter sees it.
“That’s good enough for me as an answer.” He turns to her mother. “Your daughter sucks like a pathetic virgin,” he grumbles, then pulls Valerie up. She whimpers in fear… and disappointment. And she doesn’t notice how he’s reprogramming her girly brain as he pleases. He comes through her eyes, opened up by force, but his voice is calm and secure and she… needs it. “I thought being a cheerleading whore meant you knew how to give head. Alice is so much more advanced than you.”
“I’m sorry for squeezing out such a disappointment out of my useless cunt” Grace confesses, glaring at Valerie. The woman is squatting wide-legged on the floor with her hands between her thighs while her round breasts hang out of her uniform.
“Maybe her other holes are more useful.” Before Valerie knows it, Mister Winters reaches into her hair and cunt and unceremoniously lifts the shocked Valerie up. With a scream, she lands on the soft bed.
He will sleep with me, it races through Valerie’s head. He will sleep with me and I’m not on the pill!
“My God…” she sobs but no one in the room pays any attention to the girl.
“Well, at least she definitely looks like a hot piece of fuck meat” says Mister Winters amused as he undresses Valerie roughly but with eased skill, paying no further attention to the sobbing girl and talking to her mother. “Make sure she’s always fuckable for everyone in this house. Only you are above this…” Then he does look at Valerie, between her legs. “shaven cunt.” He nods appreciatively. “At least one useful thing done in its life.”
Valerie can only breathe in, gasping like a fish out of water, as Mister Winters presses into her. She breathes in, and in, and in as he sinks deeper and deeper into her, like pushing all the air out of her. Useless. He is stronger than her and his dick fills her to the brim. Her cunt stretches and she moans under the strain as she presses her hands together as if in prayer while he invades her with all his might yet effortlessly. She feels a strong hand under her belly, then her lower body is lifted without fuss, moved like a tiny doll.
“Ahah… ah…” she moans in shock as she feels her insides being stretched and extended, molded to his leisure.
“Good fuck” he murmurs, but doesn’t mean Valerie whose brain sends meaningless commands to her body. Run! Scream for help! Pray! Say thank you! Beg for more! Negotiate! Run! Cry for help! But Valerie does nothing of the sort. She just lies there, panting and moaning like an animal that has surrendered to its fate. He is so strong, she is so weak.
“Thank you, Sir. At least my daughter is good for something.” Grace speeds up her fingers and fucks herself, tongue hanging out pathetically while her owner fucks her daughter’s naked body with his long, hard cock.
Valerie just lies there, face pressed into the sheets, hot tears and even hotter breath on her face.
And then it begins.
Her friends were all acceptable lovers once Valerie trained them properly. Though she always preferred her dildo, now left useless in her room at home. But this compares to nothing she experienced in her whole existence.
“No!” she screams, but doesn’t hear her voice. She wants to scream but doesn’t manage it. Only a hoarse rasp comes from her torn mouth.
Her mind is torn, her brain floppy mush, swimming in a lake of sex. Her body is straining, making all her workouts seem like light exercise, while his hard cock drills into her cramped body with murderous speed and divine skill. He is so good, playing with her body and brain like toys, manipulating her so much she doesn’t see it. Again and again, he hits something deep inside her, something she didn’t know was there, dull and hard. And each time she screams ‘No!’, or at least tries to, but the dull pain of the impact begins to turn into something else. Something big. Something that scares Valerie, but at the same time just makes her stupid.
“No!” she screams again but only hears herself moan animalistically. Then she feels a hand in her hair, on the back of her neck, at her hairline. She thinks that is one of her spots, is not sore but she always avoided getting touched there because it makes her weak. Now he leads her with her hair like a little pony on the tracks. The master lifts her torso like a doll. A gulp of spit flows out of her mouth, accumulated because she was too stupid to swallow. Her breasts ache, so stiff are her nipples.
“Your cunt is…” Mister Winters thrusts deep inside her and Valerie screams something unintelligible. “Acceptable.” And then Mister Winters thrusts through something. At first Valerie thinks he’s broken her and she feels all the more at his mercy. A toy, a doll.
Alice and Elise were right. I am just a sex doll for cocks and tongues.
“Nnnnnhaaaah….” Her tongue hangs out of her mouth while Mister Winters fucks two holes at once, her cunt and something deep inside her body. He is so big, so strong, so, so good. He fills her to the brim. And he owns her. Her body and her words. And he knows it.
“You want to say ‘no’” he murmurs in her ear as he fucks her mind. Her body has already given up, hanging worn and willing, sweaty and hot in his steely embrace, receiving him as he wills it. “But a maid doesn’t say that. You know that.”
“Hurrh… Blafffmnnnnaaahhh…” She talks confusedly, like a newborn. And Mister Winters is pleased.
“This is how it’s going to be every time I fuck your stupid cunt. Tiny Titts.” Then he grabs her by the shoulders, an iron grip. And Valerie’s eyes go wide as he fucks into her even faster, making her body rock back and forth in front of all eyes in the room. She fills the air with wet noises, dumb and animal screams, babbling and the stench of sweat and sex. She wants to scream. Run! Run! Fight back! Say ‘No’! No! No! No! “Say it” he murmurs, effortlessly ravaging her trembling body, fucking into herm changing her. “Say the truth. Say it, Valerie.” And as her body bobs under the merciless thrusts of this brutal handsome man, as he conquers her and she stands no chance against him, as she feels an orgasm approaching that will eclipse everything in her life, Valerie finds her voice and obeys her master.
“Yeeees! Yeeees! Fuckyeeees! YES!!!”
Writing Shark 