DEAD IN THE HEAD

"That was silly wasn't it?" Said Skinner and whacked
me across the cheek with a back hander.
"Possibly, but not as silly as your lisp, didn't they
have speech therapists at your school?"
His mouth fell in shock as if he could not believe I would
talk to him like that, then he smiled.
Not a nice smile.
Seen better grins on a pumpkin.
So I cleared my throat and spat full throttle into his
face.
The smile slipped for a moment.
Then he grabbed me by the hair and used me too mop
up my mess.
The smile stuck in place like a trophy from hell.
"No matter." He said and began to yank my knickers
down.
"You can't have me you know, I love Alan and only
Alan (maybe Ruth a little) so you can fuck me, but
you will only be getting part of me." I said quickly.
Skinner looked thoughtful.
"That's ok too, It's your body I want most of all, the
rest, well Becka I never dated you for your brain did
I? Alan can have that, Daddy's coming home!"
He turned me over and brought the belt sharply across
my buttocks, it really hurt! Not a gentle to firm spankie,
this was the real McCoy!
The skin on my bum retracted quickly and the heat
pummelled me.
I moaned.
"Nice huh?" He said approvingly:"Or not? Mmm, let's
try harder shall we?"
Harder.
GGGhhhhhrgh!
I felt like my body wanted to evacuate from every orifice.
The body was under attack-the mind, well as he said,
didn't have much of one did I? In my head I knew what
would stop all suffering and pain.
One word.
One little word.
Master.
Would I call Skinner that?
Would I fuck!
Not yet-let him do his worst.
And worst came.
Skinner produced a rope and still smiling his eerie smile
began to bind my torso, everytime I fought him he gave
me a dead arm.
The rope held me constrained like a straight jacket and
my small breasts looked over inflated and shiny. My nipples
looked like they belonged on a porn star.
He sucked one, horribly too, dribbling and slobbering
like a sicko.
"This little piggie came to market." He said and bit my
nipple hard. So hard it bled.
"This little piggie stayed at home." He flicked that poor
gal with the buckle end of his belt, he'd skinned it for
sure.
"And this little piggie." He licked my cheek like it was
a toffee apple. I felt his hands squirm between my thighs
and something metal and cold enter me.
I screamed like a maiden aunt in a full time bath.
I HAD TO GET AWAY FROM THIS PAIN!
In a corner of my mind I hid and almost watched myself
being brutalized.
I was dead in the head.
I could not connect with what was happening to my
body. My straining sore breasts, my vagina pulling away
from the metal invader.
"Call me Master." Said the voice of GOD.
"Call me Master and this will STOP." Echoed his holiness.
"Master." I said in the smallest voice.
"Say my name." He said.

Becka M