**This story is by and for adults and is purely fiction and fantasy. This story is purely for private enjoyment within one’s own imagination and does not condone any real life actions**
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##Jessica’s Torment
[Chapter One](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/997mq7/jessicas_torment_chapter_1_rape_bdsm_teen_age/)
[Chapter Two](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/998f6i/jessicas_torment_chapter_2_mf_rape_bdsm_teen_age/)
[Chapter Three](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/99fow2/jessicas_torment_chapter_3_mf_rape_age_bdsm_anal/)
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Continued from Jessica’s Torment. Jessica has been a slave for a couple weeks now and she finds that she will be sharing her space with a new slave girl… someone she knows quite well.
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#Jessica’s Despair
##Chapter One
Jessica was no longer called by name. Her captors merely referred to her as “slave girl”.
She would experience long periods of filth and grime, being abused in the dirty, cold basement. But the majority of the time, to her surprise, the men went out of their way to wash her and keep her clean.
Master took great joy in bathing with her and cleaning her as much as he could. He often hid his malintent behind acts of gentleness and apparent kindness. She was never fooled and would never succumb to caring for the man. He made sure of that anyways, making it very clear that she was nothing more than something for him to enjoy, and that he lived to see every expression and reaction she could make.
She had just returned from the bath with Master, now sitting cuffed in the basement, her hair still damp from the water. Her crotch still tingled from his touch, having rubbed her down there vigorously. She returned to the mattress in the corner, stained with various discolored spots. Some being her own fluids, some being her own blood, some being hard spots left by the five men who used her.
It wasn’t long before Michael, her Master, entered and she got up to kneel on the mattress before him. She was naked and smelled like flowers from the scents he would wash her in.
He knelt down to her level. She didn’t make eye contact.
“Stand up,” he commanded. She did so, still looking down.
She didn’t see it, but she could *feel* his smile form. She could hear it in his voice.
“Why do you get cleaned?” he asked.
Jessica swallowed, “Because all toys should be cleaned before they are used again.”
Silence. Then, Jessica panicked, falling to her knees and speaking up with anxiety.
“I’m so grateful that you clean me, master,” she said quickly, forgetting to respond to him the way he wanted her to.
He knelt down to her level, grabbing her chin. “Say it again, and look your master in the eyes, slave girl.”
“I’m so grateful…” she looked into each of his eyes. Those threatening eyes. She looked deeply into the eyes of the man who ruined her life, “…that you clean me, master. Please… forgive me, master.”
“Make it up to me,” he said, standing up then gripping her hair pulling her head against the bulge beneath his jeans.
“My… my hands are bound, master.”
“Very astute observation, bitch. We’re gonna train that mouth of yours.”
She soon realized and took in shuddering breaths, imagining what might happen to her if she failed. So, she eagerly went to work, starting with the zipper, grabbing it with her teeth. She pulled down slow, then with slight hesitation, buried her face into the opening. She reached with her tongue and teeth for the areas of his boxers that would spread apart.
Occasionally she would taste the flesh that grew hard beneath. She sighed, backing away for a moment before going in to try again.
“If you can’t do it, slave girl,” Michael said, “You get a new tattoo.”
Her entire body jumped, her mind going back to the three other tattoos she had received. She leaned into him in desperation and she hated she had to do so. “No!” she said with a shaky voice, “I’m doing my best, Master, please,” she shook her head, “No more tattoos… no more… I don’t want that…”
“I don’t give a fuck what you want,” he said, pulling her hair and slamming his pelvis into her face, “I want you to suck me off. And if you can’t I’ll still get what I want from you.”
A tear fell from Jessica’s face as she went at the folds of his boxers with more vigor, desperate to please him, to possibly make him forget he even mentioned the tattoo. At last, she was able to wrap her tongue around him and pull his growing cock free. It hung before her, rising up, harder with each pulsation. It was a cock she had gotten to know well. An object that brought her hell and pleasure. It was something that stabbed her and filled her with disgust.
It was a taste she had grown to love and hate, as it was all she was good for now. Taking in cock. Especially this man’s.
She nuzzled her nose beneath it, letting it sit over her face and she breathed deeply. She then kissed him from the base, gently, all the way up to the tip. He grunted at this motion. It was something he wanted her to do often.
She swirled her tongue around the head and kissed it down each side, moving back up to the head with a long rub of her tongue. Eventually he moved her away, and she instinctively knew it was time to take it in. She swallowed before opening her mouth and slowly moving her head forward.
She started slow, making it halfway down the length, moving her head back and forth, working her tongue and adding suction each time she moved back. He grunted in pleasure, which always brought a spike of happiness to her heart. It meant that maybe she could satisfy him and he would leave her alone for a while.
However, as it usually happened, Master’s lust took over. He pulled her hair, slamming his dick all the way in and just let it stay there, holding her tightly against him. He moaned long, and she felt some gags rising, but had had plenty of practice keeping them down. His cock touched the back of her throat and she could feel it strain and pulsate in her mouth.
She felt her eyes become weak as her body reacted to the sensation in a pleasurable way. She could feel herself become damp and she slightly moved her hips unconsciously as she was normally working her body in other ways while sucking off a man.
*Just make him finish*, she thought to herself, *You can’t allow yourself to like this…*
The fact she even had to tell herself that disgusted her.
Her then started to move, pulling her hair and she did her best to suck and flick her tongue as he did so.
“Look at me,” he commanded, and she did so, looking up at him as pubic hair and a larger belly greeted her vision. But she could see his lustful eyes look down on her. She could only smell sweat and the soapy yet rank stench of his crotch as it normally smelled after they bathed together.
“Oh, fuck yeah,” his eyes narrowed upon her and she still looked up at him with weak eyes. His hips moved in fluid motions back and forth and saliva dripped out around her lips as he didn’t pull out any time soon.
As she expected, he pulled out only to throw her back onto the mattress. She swallowed the saliva and pre-ejaculate that had accumulated and she looked up at him meagerly with her wrists bound behind her. Completely vulnerable for him to do whatever he wanted. Her knees naturally bent toward one another, though her pussy was clenching with desire at the familiar situation.
He straddled her chest, gripping her head and moved his cock into her mouth again. This was his favorite. Having her lay there while he ravished her throat with his cock. He grunted loudly as he moved her head up, slamming his hips into it. His balls slapped against her throat and she did her best not to gag, though it was stabbing her repeatedly deep inside of her. She could only take in the occasional small breath through her nose, and her throat started to burn. Tears formed at the corner of her eyes from the pain. But still, she didn’t want a tattoo. She needed to please him. So, she endured the pain, and rubbed her tongue against him as he thrusted. Saliva filled her chin and sprayed out as he engulfed her.
“Oh shit,” he said, gripping her hair harder and moving himself forward so her could rest his body on the floor and just slam his hips up and down. It was only his waist above her head now, and she tensed herself just waiting for him to explode inside of her.
Faster and faster, harder and harder he slammed into her, threatening to break her nose, until finally with a final push he left his cock deep inside her throat and it pulsated inside of her pumping out the familiar texture and taste. She held her breath and made loud gulping motions with her throat swallowing as much as she could. But soon, it was too much and her mouth was filled to the brim with his mighty ejaculation.
He exhaled, satisfied as the entire weight of his lower half rested upon her head. She slightly turned her face to the side so she could breathe through her nose and felt his dick shrink inside her mouth, resting within a puddle of semen in her mouth.
He then raised himself off her and, like she was trained, she closed her mouth immediately, holding the sperm in her mouth, enduring the strong taste. She then swallowed hard, shivering and cringing as she did so, feeling the hot heavy substance slowly make its way down her throat into her belly.
He turned and made her open her mouth. She did, proving to him she swallowed it all. He looked around the mattress to find no stray drops. He nodded with a strange grin she had never seen before.
“Huh,” he patted her on the head, “Very nice, slave girl. You’re getting very good at this.”
Jessica smiled. “Thank you, master,” feeling a warmness in her heart.
Then, she instantly became shocked and glanced down. What was that? She just reacted positively to praise.
Michael began to laugh and kissed her hard on the cheek.
“That was beautiful,” he said, “Watching you enter a true slave’s mind set like that. Looks like you still have some of your old Jessica in there to catch yourself.”
She looked at him with horror as he got close to her and breathed onto her face with every word.
“Never forget, bitch. You exist for my pleasure. I have no interest in taming you or training you. I just want you to do whatever I say. And I’m gonna use you however I see fit.”
Jessica looked down in sadness, but he caught her face and squeezed it up to his own.
“Never forget,” he said, “I want nothing more than to fuck and torture that young body and face of yours. If you need to break your mind and become a truly obedient slave to deal with that, so be it, it’ll be entertaining to watch. But know I’ll just increase whatever it is I have to do to make you *hate* the things I do to you.”
She stared into those violent eyes, feeling tiny and insignificant. But she wasn’t. Not to him. She was very important. She existed and was very significant. But in the most horrible way imaginable.
“For instance,” he grinned, “I know deep in your heart you’re just waiting for me to fulfill my promise. My promise to take your family and have you live as slaves together.”
Her eyes widened.
“Luckily, that day is today!”
He stood up quickly and went out of the door, yelling something up the stairs. She watched with planets for eyes. She didn’t even think her heart beat a single time.
Then, her body became hot and she felt like puking as Michael returned with two other men and another girl, in her underwear with a black hood over her head, crying and shouting in confusion and fear.
“No…” Jessica whispered. “No…”
Michael returned and knelt beside her, holding her head to make sure she kept looking at the men’s new captive.
“Can you guess who this might be?”
“No…” Jessica repeated, not really answering his question.
Michael nodded to the men and they removed the hood to reveal a girl of slightly shorter stature than Jessica with a tear stained pale face. Her hair was lighter brown than Jessica’s. Her younger sister Kelsey.
Kelsey looked at Jessica with a mixture of happiness and sadness. “Jessica,” she breathed, “You’re alive…”
Jessica began to cry, trying to look at Michael but his hands wouldn’t let her.
“Please don’t do this!” she said, “Leave her alone!!” she screamed, “Don’t… just have me! Let her go!!”
Michael laughed, “Ahh, this is like our first day together all over again! This is gonna be fucking fun! It’s a family reunion.”
He got up and went over to Kelsey placing his hand around her waist, making Jessica flash with rage.
“Yes, your sister is still alive,” he said, speaking to Kelsey but looking at Jessica, “And you’re going to live together from now on.”
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##To be Continued…
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