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Fallen Daughters

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His hand reached out and grabbed her by the neck, instantly restricting all air. The men in the room all yelled out:

“Kill the bitch!”

“Beat the shit out of her!”

“Teach the cunt a lesson she won’t soon forget!”

Call after call from all the devil’s spawn. She truly sat in hell. Naked, vulnerable, and strangled by a man’s single hand to the throat. She would die in hell. The devil would kill her. This was her fate.

Decker threw her body back and straddled her with his hand still firmly gripping her neck. “Oh, little girl, that was not a wise choice. Looks like I am going to have to teach what is mine a lesson.” He began unbuttoning his pants with his free hand, never taking his Satan eyes off of hers. His hand loosened around her neck, just as darkness threatened to take over.

Gasping, she decided to use the precious air he granted her to scream, “You fucking bastard! Get off of me now!” There was no stopping the man, this much she knew. But she would not just lie there and take it like some subdued slave. She may be a captured sex slave, but her soul had not been beaten. She would not be taken without a fight. “I will fucking rip your cock off, motherfucker!”

His silent response was flipping her over and slapping her ass hard. The sound echoed in the room, followed by hoots and hollers of the spectators all around. He then straddled her body, grabbed a chunk of her hair, and lowered his face to her ear. “Shut your filthy mouth if you know what is good for you,” he growled.

“Fuck you,” she spat.

He rewarded her behavior with another hard spank to her ass and then another. He leaned down and whispered in her ear so only she could hear, “Stop! Stop your resistance now or you give me no choice.”

Jessa bucked her torso up as much as she could, hopeful that she could somehow get his large frame off of her body. The effort was almost comical on her part, since she couldn’t even budge his weight in the slightest.

“Yeah! Spank her naughty ass, Decker. Spank her and then fuck her hard. Make her call out ‘Daddy’ begging for forgiveness,” Rune shouted from the crowd of excited men. Each of them found pleasure in this display of dominance by Decker.

Fuck them all to hell!

“Yes, that is exactly what this bitch of mine needs,” Decker agreed as he got off of her and looped his finger around a chunk of her hair. As if she were a rag doll, he yanked her to a standing position and led her to the bed that sat on full display in the very back of the room. He pushed her body so she was bent over the edge, face down on a rough green blanket. The smell of dust, and years of exposure filled her nostrils. “Let’s teach this ass of yours what your fucking master expects from you,” Decker said right before he began raining down spank after spank onto her upturned ass.

It didn’t take long for her flesh to explode into an inferno of pain. With each crack of his palm, shouts of celebration came from the men viewing her punishment:

“Harder!”

“Don’t go easy on that bitch!”

“Make her scream!”

“Break her good, Decker. Break her fucking good!”

Whistles, cheers, screams of pure hate and sick vile suffocated the room.

The mortification that all eyes were on her ass as Decker spanked her like a God damn school girl was by far worse than the actual sting of his hand. Although his slaps eventually increased in severity, and Jessa could no longer hold back the cries. They betrayed her by escaping her tightly closed lips. It fucking hurt! It fucking hurt bad!

“Stop! Stop, you motherfucker!” she screamed between each searing blow. “Stop and just fuck me already.” Anything was better than this awful show of power.

Decker continued to spank as he spoke. “Oh, I will fuck you. But not by your command, but by my own. I am the dictator. I am your God. And trust me, little girl, when I do fuck you, you will be begging for it again and again. You won’t be able to get enough. I will be like a fucking drug to you.” He continued bringing blow after blow to her bottom. The shouts from the onlookers almost formed a wave of deafening music that set the backdrop to her tortuous soundtrack. “You will be nothing but a junkie shaking in need for my touch.”

If Jessa could kill the man right now, she would. She would gouge his eyeballs out with her nails and force him to eat them if she could. She would grab his balls, rip them from his body, and laugh as he bled out in front of her. She would torture him. Beat him. Tear his flesh from his bones. Oh, how she despised each and every man who stood in this room. Vengeance would be hers. Yes, even if it was on her dying breath, she would have her motherfucking vengeance.


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