“B-BECAUSE I AM A FILTHY, DISOBEDIENT, SLUT, M-MASTER!” Kelly sobbed, “Correct.” I smiled, knowing that I was eating away at her resistance. SLUT!” I bellowed strait in her face. Indian sex TO BE ABUSED. I would have a clearer head for thinking then, and it’s not like I was Going to damage her permanently. I punched her once, then twice in the gut then spat in her face twice before slapping, and then backhanding her gasping and heaving features. That was a bad move on her part, Kelly knew that she was to speak only when spoken to. Unfortunately, I’d been forced to commit murder in the process. “PLEASE, MASTER! I’d managed to rescue her before she was raped or murdered. TO BE ABUSED. What are you?”
“I AM NOTHING BUT A FILTHY MEAT HOLE THAT DESERVES! one more time!” I insisted. Fuck! Then, leaning forward, I slowly raised my Sisters ankles higher and higher until upright. So then I put forward my full weight pushing down, my Sister’s resistance finally gave away, and her feet finally touched the headboard.
