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My Master’s Prison

The humidity in the air climbed rapidly over the night and into the next day, thanks to the tumultuous rainstorm occurring outside. The endless patter of rain droplets as they struck the ground in rhythm with the bright flash of light and subsequent deafening crackle of lightning and thunder kept the outside world gloomy on what should be a bright, sunny day. I’m sitting on the windowsill, my attention focused on the inclement weather as the dreary atmosphere reflects my own downtrodden mentality. I remember not too long ago when I would get stuck out in such brazen storms and would give anything to be in a warm, sheltered place such as this. Now, as I stare back at my transparent reflection, the black and red fur of a young and once spunky Litten with a sullen, despondent look, I realize just how much worse it could truly get.

"HAHAHAHA!"

The raucous laughter from the man sitting across the living room broke my focus and causes me to turn my attention in his direction. Sitting on a couch watching TV was a human; a fat, messy slob of human with no ambitions and nothing redeeming... who also happens to be my master. I furrow my brow and cringe in disgust as I look on at the slovenly ape that caught me, though admittedly not in the honorable way. Watching him, loathing him for every second I am forced to spend in his presence, I can't help but think back to the first time I laid eyes on the brute a few months back and wound up a victim of his demented hobbies.

I was a simple alley pokemon, wandering the streets with no real home and no one to call 'my friend' or 'master.' I always struggled to find shelter when it got cold or rainy or find a comfortable spot to rest when I was tired. For food I would make do with what I could find, which usually meant scrounging for whatever scraps were thrown out in the trash. It wasn't all bad, though. I was free to travel wherever I wanted whenever I wanted, didn't have to worry about someone telling me what to do, and if I wanted to do something, I just did it and said 'Screw the consequences!' And besides, the food may have come from the trash dumpsters of humans, but it was free and, seriously, what is wrong with those tailless monkeys? Sometimes, the food was fresh and didn't have a bite taken out of it. I had no trouble finding a slice of salmon filet, cooked burger meat, tuna, half-empty cartons of milk or cream, cookies, ice cream... Sorry, got a little carried away there. Anyway, I'd say the humans were a bit too wasteful, but I can't be too judgmental, since their trash was a fancy feast for me.

Unfortunately, that's about the only good thing I could really say about humans. Since I could remember, I've never been truly fond of humans and always avoided them whenever I came across one. Whenever I tried to get some food that some careless humans threw out, they'd either shoo me away or chase after me to take back what they weren't even gonna eat. Worse, though, was whenever some up and coming wannabe pokemon trainer would chase after me and try to capture me and force me to be their slave. Luckily, I managed to avoid them each time, even if I had to fight to break away, and up until now I've maintained a relatively happy life on the streets by myself, regardless of the hardships.

Being an alley cat, you can't avoid humans entirely, but you do run into wild pokemon a lot too and I always preferred the company of my fellow pokepals to any human. I rarely interacted with them though, as I was always cautious around other pokemon, worried that they might not be so friendly. I once had a bad experience with another pokemon with a bad attitude and it's made me wary to approach any strange pokemon without reason. But I've had more good experiences than bad and wild pokemon are a lot more trustworthy than enslaved ones or their masters.

Sadly, my life on the streets ended abruptly on one unassuming afternoon. The day had progressed early on like any other day. I woke up, got some water from a nearby pond, wandered around, took in some rays, and when I got hungry I headed over to a nearby restaurant and rummaged through the trash, finding myself a bit of left-over shrimp. I was heading to find some place private to enjoy my lunch when something caught my attention.

"Aaaaaah!"

I stopped in my tracks, my eyes grew wide and my hair stood on end. My ears perked up, pointing in the direction of the stressful cry coming from nearby.

"Stooooop!"

My heart skipped a beat when I realized what was happening. Around the corner, there was a pokemon in distress. Suddenly, my pulse increased and I felt a strong urge to turn and flee, but I hesitated. As strong as my will to survive was, the voice that cried out in pain was soft and high-pitched; the voice of a small, helpless pokemon. Deciding that I couldn't just leave my poor brethren to their fate, I dropped the shellfish and dashed in the direction of the distraught pokemon. I quickly rounded the corner and a sudden wave of both anger and terror washed over me.

Standing in the street was an excessively overweight human wearing baggy shorts and a sweat-stained tank top. With one hand, he was holding a small, young female Eevee by the ears against a wall and with the other he was holding a pokeball in front of her face, but it got worse. The fat human was smiling wickedly at the poor pokemon, laughing at her suffering, licking his lips salaciously and taunting her with cruel, inhumane words.

"Yeah, keep crying ya little bitch! You're gonna cry good and loud for your new daddy. God, just listening to you scream is gettin' me good and hard. I'm gonna take you home and wreck that pretty little pussy of yours. But first I'm gonna eat you out nice and long. Never had an Eevee before. I bet you taste delicious." With that, he stuck his tongue out, wiggling it in front of her face to emphasize the perverted nature of his demented, disturbing intentions.

"Nooooo!" the Eevee screamed, her high-pitched wails of desperation followed by trails of tears flowing from her eyes and staining her cheeks. She shook around, trying to free herself from the monster's grip, but it was useless as she was too small and weak to contend with the human's base strength.

A part of me was terrified and wanted to flee without a second thought, but watching him abuse her, speaking about his notions to violate her just drove me into a state of rage. I couldn't turn away, despite my fear and anxieties. I felt I had to do something, but I hesitated as I wasn't sure that there was anything I could do. The human moved the pokeball closer to the Eevee, laughing maniacally. The poor pokemon's screams grew to a frenzied panic and I was stirred into action, acting off of impulse.

Gritting my teeth and glowering furiously I sprung forward, charging towards the human and his victim. In a split second I leapt forward, biting down with all the force I could muster into the human's hand that was holding the pokeball and digging in my claws as deep as I could. Once I was attached, the asshole human screamed in agony, dropping both the pokeball and the Eevee while stumbling back. I heard the freed pokemon scamper away to freedom and drowned out by the human's curses of pain and lividity I could barely hear the small pokemon say, "Thank you!" I smiled inwardly, but remained focused on keeping my jaw clamped down hard and making this ape bozo suffer for what he tried to do while giving the Eevee enough time to get away. As it turns out, I now know the better option would've been to let go and hope the pain in his hand would distract him enough to keep him from catching either of us.

"You little bitch!" he yelled at me before his free, fat hand grabbed me by the scruff of the neck and pulled back so hard I felt like my skin was going to rip off. I felt a sudden surge of acute pain in my back and my whole body stiffened up. My jaw inadvertently and unavoidably loosened up enough for the large pig to pull my muzzle away from his now bleeding hand which he grabbed me with by the neck, releasing my nape, and slamming me into the wall hard enough to knock the wind out of me. I gasped in pain, but soon felt my lungs starved for oxygen, panic striking me as it took a few seconds before I was able to breathe again, but with the man's hand around my neck it was still very hard. The human lined up his face with mine and I got shivers down my spine, my nerves firing endlessly with fear and regret for what I'd done. I freed the helpless Eevee, but now it was my time to worry what was gonna happen to me. Was anyone gonna save me?

The human glared at me with a furious expression, my body shaking with dread. After a moment, I watched the corners of his mouth curl upwards into a sado-masochistic smile. "Heh, heh, heh," he chuckled. "I got myself a feisty one. You're a fiery little cunt, aint ya?" I shivered uncontrollably, his devious expression frightening me more than his angry glower did. "That Eevee was a cute one and I'm disappointed she ran off, but-" he pulled out a pokeball, the same one he was going to use to capture the Eevee, and my heart stopped. "I think I'll have more fun with you. This means I'm your new master now, little slut, and I'm gonna have some real good fun with you."

The bastard licked his lips lasciviously at me and I tried to struggle, but his grip was too tight. "Now... in ya go!" I cried out, but couldn't stop him as he smack me hard in the face with the pokeball, the contact activating it and opening it up. A flash of light enveloped me and I was pulled in, the ball closing up after I was transported inside. It felt like a cage of darkness was surrounding my body and I tried to fight it off, but as I was too weak, the cage sealed me in and I became the captured slave of a sadistic, ruthless human with devilish plans for me that I was wholly unprepared for.

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The cage around me released and the flash of light enveloped me again, but this time when the light disappeared I was no longer in darkness, but the living room in the home of my captor. I shook my head and sighed in relief, enjoying the small bit of comfort I could get from being allowed freedom from that oppressive device. As I acclimated to the environment, I became confused and conflicted, which quickly escalated to a paradoxical desire to be put back into the ball. All five of my senses were assaulted by the sheer decrepitude of this man's home, though sty would be a more fitting term. There was dirty laundry littered all over the house; the couch, some fold-out chairs, and in piles on the floor. Leftover food was scattered about with some take-out boxes and bags, bottles and cans, half-eaten pizza slices, burgers, and other assorted uneaten edibles lying carelessly on the floor, couch, and countertops. There were full trash bags packed up against the wall, some full of garbage that had yet to be taken to the dumpster, some were tied up and piled up together.

The nearby kitchen was just as much a hovel as the living room. Dirty dishes were strewn about, food was lying haphazardly around with some starting to get moldy, and stains of food or liquid covered the cabinets, walls, and drawers like a pre-school finger painting. There was hardly anywhere to step without coming into contact with food, clothing, stains, or some random object. The visual aesthetic was matched with a nauseating smell that complemented this trash heap perfectly. Dirty laundry, stale food, what I'm assuming was sour milk, and worst of all the human's natural body odor permeated the house and violated my nostrils. I could taste the odiferous scents on my tongue and I could feel it in my eyes as it burned intensely. The air was dense and I cringed in disgust, anxious to make my escape and return to the alley.

Such thoughts were violently disrupted as my new master grabbed me by the tail and quickly hoisted me into the air. I felt a jolt of pain in my lower spine as if he was about to pull my tail clean off and I yelped in agony. My body tensed up as he lifted me higher to look directly into my eyes, smiling that same sadistic, devilish smile. My nerves shot up again and fear swept through me, but anger still coursed inside my veins and I stared back at him with defiant eyes, a snarl on my muzzle as I growled lowly, but audibly.

He didn't seem to care; in fact I'd say he rather enjoyed my resistance. He turned and began walking towards the stairs, carrying me by the tail the entire time. I swung like a ball and chain, the pain in my tail intensifying and I cried out at the vivid sting. Each step up the stairs was like a new needle being injected into the base of my tail, biting me with more sharp, penetrating aches as I swung back and force. I wanted to spring out from his grip and make a run for it, but my body was stiff and I was too distracted from the agony I was suffering.

We made it to the top of the stairs and he carried me into his bedroom, the door left open as he approached his bed. Roughly, he threw me forward causing one last surge of fiery pain in my tail before being slammed onto the bed. The impact forced the wind out of me again, not as badly as before but bad enough that I could barely move. There were no sheets on the bed and in the middle, the very position this monster forced me onto, was a large, damp sweat stain that reeked of the man's musk. Once again, I cringed in disgust and attempted to remove myself from the repellent mattress.

My master had other plans though and as I began to push myself up off the bed, he brought his hand down onto my back, shoving me hard against the spring-filled cushion. I yelped in surprise and struggled under his weight, the combination of the abusive treatment and the repugnant remnants of body sweat made me desperate to get away, but it was no good. No matter how hard I tried, with his size he was able to keep me immobile, not to mention I was still weak from our first encounter. I continued to resist futily out of sheer determination, but it was hopeless. I knew that I would be forced to endure whatever that man had planned for me, including having his smelly mattress pummel my senses. I forced myself to choke back my gag reflex to keep from vomiting as my struggling died down.

"Eh heh heh," the man chuckled. "That's it little pussy. Try to get away, it won't do you any good. You're mine now, little cunt. I got a little toy to play with and I am gonna have fun with it."

My heart caught in my throat as the man mocked my helplessness and openly derided me. My eyes started to tear up and burn as I began to fill with despair, at the mercy of a horrible human for which I was sure to receive none. I continued to struggle, but my fatigue was growing stronger and my body started to shake from anxiety over the worsening situation. I gritted my teeth, unwilling to surrender to this fat slob who wants to be my master, growing evermore distraught that I was unable to flee.

I heard the human let out a sinister expression of glee and soon after heard a light, wet sound as if he were sucking or slurping on something. I had my head turned away so I couldn't see what he was doing, but my heart was pounding in my chest at the anticipation of what twisted torment the bastard had in store for me. After a moment, I felt something brush against the fur under my tail and I could tell his hand was right at my backside and my concerns skyrocketed that instant. A few seconds went by, but time slowed down for me as my trepidation made me anxious about what came next. My breathing became labored, my heartbeat continued to increase, and I was panting uncontrollably with drool dribbling out of the corner of my muzzle, but in that moment I didn't really care or even notice.

And then my fears were confirmed as I felt the man's fat finger press abrasively against my small, feline labia until it forced its way past my tender walls and into my tight, virgin vagina. I let out a harsh cry as I was violated, my eyes bulging and my body tensing up with every muscle reflexively tightening. In a panic, I began to struggle again with renewed determination to escape, but my body was still too weak and in response the human pushed down harder, trapping me to the bed as if he were using his whole weight to keep me subdued. I could barely breathe, but whatever breath I had I used to continue to cry and moan in pain and displeasure, slightly muffled now. The tears began to flow now, small wet strands falling down my cheek and leaving a stained trail behind for more to follow.

My sadness and embarrassment deepened as the man fingered me, penetrating me with the entire length of his appendage until he couldn't probe me any further. He slowly pulled out and thrust back in, feeling around, pulling back against the tender insides of my cunt. The tears were coming more steadily now and I was beginning to sob in between grunts. I clawed at the bed, trying desperately to discover some unknown strength that might free me, but his hand firmly held me taught and I couldn't move. I heard the slob chuckle above me, amused by my anguish, my suffering. I soon felt my vag open wider as he inserted a second bulbous finger inside me, elevating my discomfort to new heights. My body was shaking from fatigue and humiliation, completely distraught by the sensation of having my insides toyed with and invaded. I closed my tear-soaked, burning eyes and prayed that this whole ordeal might be a nightmare, some wicked subconscious fear that manifested in my mind during the night. Seconds passed and as the man's fingers continued to twirl around inside my dark, dank tunnel, the reality became clear that I was not escaping my cruel fate.

"Heh heh. You like that, don't you slut?" taunted the man. He knew I didn't and I knew he knew I didn't like it, but he made the claim anyway, debasing me and humiliating me to break my spirit and subjugate my will. “That's it. You're cunt is wet and you're face is wet; like a good little pet.”

After playing with my orifice, the man removed his fingers and I felt a short wave of relief upon me and I savored the feeling of once again being emptied. My relief wouldn't last long though as the man already began his next humiliating activity. After only a few seconds, the man grabbed the base of my tail and lifted it up, eliciting a grunt of pain from me after the asshole carried me by my tail. He wasn't as rough this time, but I still groaned and cried, awaiting the human's next move. Soon enough, I felt the man's face pressed against my backside as he took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of my rump. I cocked an eyebrow in confusion as the man sighed happily.

"Oh yeah!" he exclaimed. I then heard a clanking sound and realized the guy was unbuckling his belt. I heard a zipper shortly after and the ruffling of pants hitting the floor. Utter terror gripped me and I once again panicked, gripping the bed, trying my hardest to pull away, but the human held firm the base of my tail as the hand that was holding me down grabbed me by the scruff of my neck. He lifted me off the bed, peeling my extended claws from the mattress as he climbed on top of it, roughly slamming me back down onto it.

"Stop that!" he yelled, but my fearful mind continued to scream at me to liberate myself, despite the pain and hopelessness. "I said stop that!" he yelled again, lifting up my scruff and slamming me onto the bed harder this time, winding me and breaking my will to try to escape, if only to avoid more pain.

My eyes were shut as I processed the pain, but slowly I opened them as I peered at what lay before me. The man's lower body was completely nude now and his penis was fully erect. I could smell his crotch, the cock stench emanating from the human wafting over to my sensitive nose making me gag so badly I could taste vomit in my throat. He pulled back on my scruff, forcing me to look up into his eyes, a menacing smile plastered brazenly across his face.

"Now listen here, pet. Here's what you're gonna do. I'm gonna pull you over here and you're gonna suck my dick until I say stop." My eyes couldn't have grown any wider. "And if you refuse or if you bite or scratch me, I'm gonna break your cute little tail off." As he said this, his hand gripped tightly around my tail, an enormous burden of pressure causing me to scream in pain. "You understand me whore!?"

Of all the horrible things in this world, I would never have imagined this could happen to me. However, I saw no recourse and no means of escape and I couldn't fight back in my state and, above all else, I knew he wasn't bluffing about my tail. So, with utmost abjection, I nodded in understanding. His grin widened, but thankfully his grip on my tail loosened, but his hand remained.

"Good pussy."

He lessened his grip on my nape, allowing my head to lower to the level of his pelvis. He moved slightly, climbing up onto his knees so he could position himself better. I stared in horror, gazing apprehensively at the male organ between his legs. With the human ready, he began pulling me towards himself, his hands on my back and tail drawing me in to my inevitable forced fellatio. I resisted slightly, enough to show that I was still hesitant to proceed, but not enough to truly fight against him. He forced me forward slowly, drawing out the anticipation of what the ultimate experience would be: the sight, the smell, the taste, the feel of it all. My head was brought between his knees and I got a much better whiff of his musk and it was making me nauseous.

"No, no, no. Please, don't do this. Please, somebody stop this," I prayed inwardly, hoping for a slim chance that someone might break in and rescue me, but nothing did and nothing would. Tears continued to flow down my face as I cringed in disgust, crying audibly as my nose was practically touching the glans of his cock.

"Open up cat, now!" His voice was low, but threatening which sent chills down my spine and rendered me compliant.

Fearful for my body and with no hope or recourse, I let another tear escape my eyes and a dejected moan escape my muzzle. I swallowed, shut my eyes, and opened my mouth, allowing the cruel monster access to my inner muzzle. With an abrupt motion, he pulled me towards him, jamming his pink dick into my maw, sliding it along my tongue so the tip poked the top of my throat. I gagged slightly, but held fast with my paws laying on the bed, with great restraint keeping me from reacting and clawing his exposed thighs or testicles. There was a rather unpleasant salty taste that immediately caught on my tongue as I got my first taste of the man's cock and it was deplorable. My nose brushed up against the guy's pubic hairs which augmented the flavor of his phallus with his reprehensible musk. I wanted to bite, to scream, to claw, to maim, but I was too afraid for what the man might do, so all I did was cry and try not to gag on the monster's pole.

"Oh, yeah! That's right! Suck my fat cock, bitch! Suck it real good!"

I cringed at the words the bastard was dictating, but the experience was exacerbated when he started thrusting forward and back, sliding his cock in and out of my muzzle like a fuck toy. It started out slow, but soon picked up in pace, his shaft going in deeper each time until his entire length entered my mouth with the end proceeding down my throat. My nose brushed up against his crotch as he hilted me, my chin brushing up against his dangly bits. All I could do was shut my eyes, burning as more tears flowed out of my distraught eyes as I let the man do what he wanted with me, hoping it would be over quickly. His head obstructed my throat, gagging me with each thrust making it hard to breathe. I had to hold back my sobs as it was taking all my effort just to take in oxygen and not suffocate.

He was moving faster now, his scrotum hitting my chin while his odiferous, hairy crotch pummeled my nose. My breathing was labored and precise, forcing me to breathe at specific times around his invading rod. After a short while, I tasted something wet, tart, and salty on my tongue, unsure of what it was, but still disgusted by the horrendous fluid mixing in with my saliva. He continued his oral sodomy, moaning with satisfaction at the use of my small, helpless frame.

And then... he stopped. Panting hard above me, he held me up against him, my nose pressed up hard into his pubes. His cock was held taught as it impaled my throat, obstructing my air supply and making it much more difficult to breathe. I tried to inhale around it, but the combination of his smelly groin, the lack of air, and the humiliation I felt drove me to want to start slicing away at his legs and balls. Fortunately, it only lasted a short moment before he began to move his member out of my gullet.

"Oh, yeah. That's a good little slut," he commented as he pulled me away.

His dick slid out, flopping down onto the bed, still hard, but shimmering slightly as the light reflected off a new coat of my own saliva. I was relieved to have that short, but relatively obtrusive pole out of my mouth, able to breathe again even though the taste and smell of his flesh lingered. My comfort was kept minimal though as he picked me up by the scruff and the tail, turning me around and roughly slamming me down on the bed again, now facing the other way. He wasn't being as rough, but I was still terrified of what he had planned next. I knew he wasn't done and given the way in which he'd violated me already, I was almost certain of what was coming next.

He leaned down, bringing his face just above my ear, his breath creating a hot breeze across my fur. "God, you're such a good cock-sucker! My cock is so slick and hard now, thanks to you, little slut." He leaned in a little closer. I could feel the edge of his face against my fur, then something wet and coarse as he dragged his tongue along my head, licking at my fur. I grimaced in disgust and embarrassment. "Mm, tasty kitty. You smell nice, you taste nice, and..." He paused as he lifted my tail, holding it against my back. "I'll bet you feel real nice."

He spoke with such a menacing, sadistic tone that I felt my heart racing in my chest like it wanted to jump out and run away. My eyes widened as he shifted his weight to hold me down, my breathing once again ragged and difficult. I shuffled under him, trying to get out of this uncomfortable position, trying my hardest to make this experience even just a modicum easier, but that brute wasn't about to let me. He wanted absolute control, to watch me suffer, for me to feel every bit of it and I was sick to my stomach. The tears began to flow again and I was audibly sobbing, a pathetic cry that only the coldest of hearts would ignore. Unfortunately, such a cold heart was holding me down.

"Now hold still for master."

I was shaking so much, I could barely comply, although I felt completely paralyzed. I couldn't even lift a finger. Instead, my body just lay there as the giant pulled up behind me, dropping his hips down until he was hovering over me, his pelvis lined up with my hindquarters. I drilled my claws into the sweat-stained mattress, tears overflowing, gritting my teeth in anticipation for what was to come. Then I felt it, the head of his erect rod poking me around the entrance to my most sacred body part. The hand on my tail removed itself as his bloated belly now pressed down on my back, imprisoning my tail in between while his other hand remained on my back to hold me there. I was panting, every second pure agony. My nerves were a wreck and my stomach churning violently.

"Oh, God, why? Why? Please not this! Please don't do this to me! Please get me out of this! PLEEEEAAAASE!" I cried out loudly for the man to hear me, but I knew he wouldn't understand. No human ever has.

"Heh heh. Yeah, bitch. Cry for your master. Make me as hard as I can get."

I continued to cry, my eyes waterlogged by the endless waterfall of tears my despair was releasing. I was in pain from the pressure on my back, the sprain on my tail, my chest hurt from heavy breathing and crying, not to mention I felt so humiliated, so used, as though my life was over at that point. No matter how I felt, though, he didn't care at all. If anything, he was finding pleasure in it and I couldn't understand how such a creature, even a human, could exist.

With my emotional and physical anguish high, the pig decided to continue his assault on my body, seeing how much worse he could make my experience. With a shift of his weight, he leaned forward, pushing forward with his hips, his hard cock slowly opening up my vagina and sliding inward. I screamed out loud, but I was cut off when the hand on my back pressed down, the man's weight crushing me under him and taking away my breath. I couldn't breathe and it only made the violation worse as his phallus opened me up, spreading me wide and engorging me with his manhood. I wanted to vomit, but I kept it down somehow and endured the human's penetration of my tiny, feline orifice. Once I felt the man's hips brush against my rump, he stopped and pulled the majority of his weight off of me, allowing me to breathe. I inhaled deeply and let out a sob and a moan at once, both relieved and distraught at the same time.

The fucker wasted no time taking out his pleasure on me. Once in a better position, he began thrusting in and out, back and forth, fucking me like a sex toy. It started out slow, but picked up pace quickly, his slick member coated now with the juices I produced, making his rhythm faster and easier. The man was moaning loudly above me, every thrust causing a small grunt as he transitioned into the next one. His mouth was undoubtedly open as I felt a dribble of the human's saliva land on my cheek, mixing in with my tears and adding to my embarrassment and torment.

"Oh *ugh* yeah! Nice and *pant* tight! God, *pant* I'm glad I *ugh* got you! Don't know if *ugh* that Eevee would've *pant* fit, but you... *pant* you open *moan* right the fuck *pant* up!"

The man's taunts hit me hard, sinking me lower in depression and anguish than I thought was possible. As I was victimized from his morbid state, I almost forgot about the dick in my pussy, but a few more hard thrusts brought me back. The roughness of his gyrations were increasing, making my cunt feel more and more sore, but there was nothing I could do but cry, bear it, and hope it ended quickly. What little luck I had left answered because soon enough his thrusts increased in tempo, each one shorter and shorter than the last. His moans were also coming more frequent and louder, indicating he was close. With that increase in rhythm, though, also increased the pain in my vag. He was pounding my pussy now, wrecking it to a point where the pain of humiliation was being replaced entirely with physical distress. My cunt was on fire now and I tried to shuffle to comfort myself, but his grip on me was so tight that I couldn't move. I started groaning in pain, unable to do anything else and unable to bear it. His thrusting slowed suddenly, his pelvic pummeling harder now and after a few short thrusts, he took a very quick pause before jamming his entire meat inside me, moaning loudly as he penetrated my uterus and came inside me. The man's seed spilled inside, coating the walls of my pussy while humping my backside to milk himself of all he was worth. As he hilted me, the agonizing fervor in my cunt burned hotter and I screamed in shear misery.

"AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!"

"Litten!" My master calls my name and snaps me out of my reminiscence.

With a panic, I shake with a start, the misery of my past memories and all the pain I've suffered, mixed with the harsh and angry tone of my master, cause me to start trembling with fear. I hold up a paw defensively and instinctively as I stare back at the fat slob, my heart pounding in my chest and my breathing labored. Once master sees I've heard his call, he smiles seductively, moving his hand to the seat next to him on the couch and gently pats it.

"Come sit next to your daddy." His tone wasn't angry or abrasive, but soft and sensual.

As the shock of being suddenly broken away from thoughts of my nightmarish past wear off, I sigh inwardly and try to relax myself, controlling my breathing and slowing my heart rate. Before answering my master's call, I take one last look outside the window, staring out into the open world, watching the rain soak the land and wash up all the dirt and trash that covers it. I look up at the lock on the window and with disappointed resignation, I let out a soft, disheartened sigh and turn towards master.

I carefully jump off the windowsill, landing forepaws first to limit the impact on my hindpaws. As my left leg hits, I grimace in slight pain as an old wound fires up. Taking a moment to collect myself, my human owner staring at me awaiting my presence, I begin walking towards him slowly. Despite feeling slight relief that he wasn't angry, I still felt intense reluctance to be near the bastard. Over the last few weeks I have seen him flip out over the smallest things and treat me like a rag doll. I'm forced to walk on eggshells with him, but I honestly don't know what'll set him off. I try my hardest to make him happy, but it never seems good enough.

I've learned early on to just do what he says and not try to escape as that has led to the worst punishment I've ever received. All the doors and windows are locked, deadbolted or padlocked with master being the only one with the keys or combination to open them. One time I tried to flee, but since then I've regretted trying, or at least getting caught, as master was not too happy with me trying to run away. After a beating that I can hardly even think about, I've been left with a leg injury that's never healed. Even now, walking over to master, I'm forced to walk with a limp as a mild jolt of pain shoots through my leg with every step. It's even worse when it rains and a dull throbbing persists, reminding me to always do as master says and never try to run.

I round the corner and see master in all his slothful glory. He had on a dirty white tank top stained with sweat and old spilt food and for his lower half a pair of faded jeans with a couple of dark stains from food or, more likely, alcohol. I'd probably find his lack of humility disgusting if not for the fact that he was already forcing me to suck his smelly cock. Honestly, I'm just glad he was wearing pants so I don't have to be exposed to his cringe-inducing organ. Looking up at him, curly hairs covering his arms, his hand gently stroking the spot next to him with a salacious grin, my stomach starts to churn and I become nauseated. Gulping and with disinclination I hop up onto the couch, an old hamburger rapper, countless crumbs, and a few cans of beer littered the seat. I could smell it all; the old food, the hoppy alcohol, and worst of all the scent of human musk. All of it mixed together to create a wretched stench that makes me want to gag and retch. Holding my stomach contents, master lifts up his hand and I move next to him, lowering myself in a submissive display.

With a chuckle, I hear my master say to me, "Heh, heh, heh. That's a good girl."

Feeling my heart sink for relegating myself to such submissive behavior, I start breathing normally as master brings his hand down and starts stroking the fur on my back. I don't pay any attention to the TV, too distracted and focused on trying to keep my master happy. He continues to pet me, wiping the food particulate from his last meal off on my black and red coat. Not that I really notice since this sty of a home had an air of refuse that makes me feel dirty just being in it. His stroking continues and I begin to relax, knowing full well that he never simply let it go with petting. He always wanted something more carnal and I knew he'd get to it, but I was resigned to my fate.

It didn't last long though, and as master stroked my back fur, his hand moved to rest on my rump, his fingers spread out to encapsulate my hind quarters before giving them a rough squeeze. My whole body tenses up and I already want to start crying. No matter how many times it happens, I never get used to being violated, penetrated, or molested by this man. His hand wanders from my back down my ass, finding its way to my labia, his fingers probing the exterior of my vaginal opening before hitting the mark and opening up my cunt. I gasp with discomfort and embarrassment, but I don't move, allowing master to once again treat me like an object to avoid an even worse fate. My eyes start to burn as shame washes over me, master sticking his thick fingers deeper inside me, stimulating the nerve endings and making me shiver with unease.

He begins massaging my innards, making sure that I feel his fingers, trying to stimulate me like I might be enjoying it, but I wind up sinking deep into depression. I don't notice at first, but master begins leaning down, bringing his face towards mine. Once I do notice, I'm taken aback as his lips come towards me for a vile kiss. Out of instinct and dread, I pull my face away, causing master to lick my cheek. I cringe with disgust that shows up on my face, although I haven't yet realized what I'd done or what consequences were about to befall me. He pulls his fingers out of my pussy, eliciting a groan of discomfort from me. I turn to look at him, his hand already pulled back, a look of pure anger on his face. I catch it just in time for him to bring his hand down fast and hard, slapping me on the cheek and knocking me back.

"Aaaahhhh!" I scream as a fierce burning sensation spreads throughout my cheek. I bring my paw up to cup the spot where he smacked it as I stare up at him, pure fear coursing through my veins as master looks back at me with soul-crushing rage.

"You little bitch!" he yells, striking terror and causing me to shutter. "How dare you turn away from me!" He stands up from the couch, his belly jiggling as he does so. Filled with dread, I back away, pressing myself up against the back of the sofa, my body as low and submissive as I can make it. He turns to face me, his hand unbuckling his belt and as he does a feeling of immense panic takes over my body. I lower my head, my ears splayed back, my tail resting on the dirty couch, paws together, trying my best to look as pathetic as possible to ellicit some form of sympathy from my master. He continues to remove his belt, unthreading it quickly and roughly, and I realizes that I will once again be receiving no leniency from him. I let out a whimper as tears begin to well up in my eyes, awaiting the inevitable subjugating beating.

"Fucking sow. I try to love you and you scorn me." He reaches down and grabs me by the scruff, squeezing my nape as hard as he can. I let out a cry as he violently pulls me forward, holding me on the edge of the couch as my body instinctively remains in a tight, bunched up frame. "You will learn your place. You will be what I want you to be. You are my bitch and you will gladly accept that. Or-"

He pauses and I continue to whimper, tears already flowing. I keep my eyes forward, not daring to look up at master, fearful of the depraved look of pleasure or fury. I see a very brief motion before I hear a loud smack and feel the hard, harsh leather of his belt slap me on the back. In a split second, my back alights with a blazing burning sensation that I've felt many times before, but will never get used to. As the fire in my back spreads, I try to scream out in pain, my muzzle opening wide and my eyes bulging as the agony spreads and worsens, but I'm so stunned and shocked by the initial strike that I can only produce a guttural expulsion of air.

\ **SMACK* *

"AAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!" As he strikes me again, I find my voice again and without the opportunity to take a breath, I scream in pain. He strikes me again, the sensation in my back feeling as though the next pelting will break my spine. I scream in agony as master hits me again, the welts on my back creating the sensation of being strapped to a burning pyre. Master continues to beat me and I continue to scream with each vicious pelt, my eyes leaking vociferously and uncontrollably.

"Or I will keep beating the fuck out of you like the disobedient slut that you are," master finished as he brought his belt down on my back once again, holding back nothing.

"Aaaaahhhhh!" I continue to cry out, but I can't stop the torture being inflicted upon me and as the pain begins to cloud my mind, I begin to recollect the very first time master enacted this form of abusive punish on me.

It was a few days after the fat man captured me. The first two days I spent most of the time in the pokeball. The only time he let me out was to feed me or fuck me. The first time he let me wander around freely, I looked around the windows and doors, trying to find a way to escape, but they were all locked. Once I couldn't find an exit, he walked up to me, laughing sadistically while telling me there was no way out and that I was his forever.

A couple days later, I walked into the kitchen to get myself something to drink. Master was upstairs so I got at least some time away from him and his musk. As much of an asshole my new owner was, he was at least responsible enough to leave his new 'toy' a bowl of water and some food to eat. I was initially reluctant to eat or drink, favoring recalcitrance towards the rapist pig, refusing any offerings he might bestow. Master didn't seem to mind at first, finding my obstinance intriguing, probably because it would give him another challenging aspect of my will that he could break. He didn't need to though, as after so many face-fuckings the flavor of human cum continued to linger in my muzzle. The taste was so foul, so disgusting that I couldn't resist anymore and accepted the food he provided. It was nothing special, just some cheap, plain pokemon food, but it was a hundred times more preferable to the taste of the man's cock juices.

That day, though, was the first time I experienced the true brutality of my new master. He had left a bowl of water on the table for me to drink from, though getting up was somewhat challenging as my body was sore and tight from the continuous daily rapings I received. I managed though, and climbed up to wet my whistle. The table was cluttered with dirty dishes and trash; no surprise as master had a problem figuring out how to clean up anything. I pulled myself up as best I could next to the bowl and began to drink, the water tasting a little sour from the fact that the human was using an old, dirty bowl to serve me water. I cringed a little at the disgusting flavor, but accepted it as I had no choice.

I was almost done drinking, though the position I was in was a bit uncomfortable, so I scooted over to the side towards the end of the table, not realizing there was a plate hanging slightly over the edge. As I moved, I pushed the plate over, inadvertently tipping it off the table. As I realized what I'd done, I began to move to try and stop it, but it was too late. I heard a crash and looked over to find one of my owner's plates in pieces on the kitchen tiles.

I began shaking uncontrollably and my stomach jumped into my throat, frightful of how my master would react. I’ve seen his wrath before when he first captured me, but that was before I’d gotten to see firsthand what a truly monstrous creature he could be when he was in a good mood. I dreaded discovering what his fury would be like if he were in a bad mood, let alone seen that I’d destroyed part of his property.

I began to panic, crying to myself, “Oh no! Oh no! Oh no!” quietly so as not to rouse the attention of my master. After a moment, I began to wonder if he’d notice a single missing plate if I hid the evidence of my unintentional mishap. I hurriedly climbed down off the table and began to pick up the pieces. I grabbed a large shard in my muzzle and…

“What the fuck!”

I froze as I stared up at the tall, pudgy maniac standing before me, staring down at the shattered dishware that I was trying to remove. Up to that point, I still had a shred of defiance towards the man, but at that moment I couldn’t bring myself to growl or snarl or hiss or spit or anything. The look in his eyes, the flame of fury burning in his pupils, the contortions of his face tightened up into pure, unabashed wrath. I couldn’t move, I couldn’t speak, I couldn’t even breathe. I was paralyzed with fear for the first time as this man’s slave.

“What the fuck did you do!” he yelled again as he puffed up his chest, clenched his fists, and lowered his head in anger, piercing me with his gaze. I trembled with abandon, but I couldn’t move. I wanted to turn and run, but I was unable. And then he began to unbuckle his belt. “You stupid fucking bitch! I’m gonna beat your fucking ass for this!” He pulled off his belt and stomped over to me, his massive weight causing a booming thump with every footfall and I was still too stunned to move away. I just watched helplessly as he walked over to me, towering over me in the most intimidating, threatening manner he could. He leaned down, tears beginning to well up in my eyes in anticipation for what was to come, reached forward to grab my scruff, and I tensed up as he pulled his belt up as high as he could, a tight grip holding the leather strap.

*SMACK*

“Aaaaahhhhh!” Another vicious strike to my already tenderized back brings me back to my present horror. The fur along my back feels like it’s been burned away and the skin underneath feels as though it were flayed from my bones. A burning sensation is also felt in my face as the tears from my eyes flow endlessly. Master smacks me again and again and again, forcing a pained and strained cry from my dry and hoarse gullet. As I wait for master to bring the belt down for one more swing, the welt that could finally break my back, I hear a thud and a clank of metal as his belt hits the floor. Through cowardly eyes, I turn my head towards my owner, shaking uncontrollably and sobbing in agony. He’s scowling at me, his free hand clenched into a fist of rage, shaking mildly. As we lock eyes and hold our gaze, master’s expression changes to one of thoughtful provocation. I can see the wheels turning inside his head and I shudder to realize that my punishment is not over yet.

Master moves in front of me and reaches under my chin, grabbing me by the throat and picking me up, holding me by the neck as I dangle there like a soft puppet. His grip is tight, making it hard to breathe. I reach up with my paws to hold myself up, though I avoid extending my claws to avoid risking any further unplanned abuse from this monster. I grimace in pain and suffering and that’s enough to get master to crack a smirk in the corner of his mouth.

“You will love me, skank. I will force you to love me,” he states forcefully. He turns and begins walking up the stairs, the open air hitting my back, stinging it like a thousand needles. I wince at the sensation and let out a silent cry, air escaping me with little coming in. He’s walking slowly and it feels like his grip has tightened and I’m still not inhaling properly. We reach the top of the stairs and I start getting lightheaded from the lack of oxygen, my heart pounding as I begin to think this might be the moment master finally kills me.

We enter the bedroom and as I start to see flashes of light in my vision, master tosses me haphazardly onto the bed. I choke and I gag as I begin taking in as much air as I can with each breath, thankful for the chance to breathe again. As my labored breathing returns to normal, I watch as master removes his pants, slowly letting them fall to the floor and reveal the stained briefs underneath. My heart begins pounding again and the butterflies wreak havoc in my stomach as he’s already chubbing. He drops his underwear with more alacrity and quickly steps out of them, leaving him in only his tank top.

He steps towards the bed and as I fear for my physical well-being, I choose not to move back, despite every fiber of my being yelling at me to back away. He grabs me by the scruff, holding me as he climbs onto the bed, positioning himself on his knees with his now fully erect cock pointing out at me. Another tear escapes my eye as I stare at the man’s most brutal weapon already leaking pre.

“Come here you little fuck toy!” he commands, pulling my face right next to his primate dick. “Open up for daddy.”

Despondent beyond recovery, but with no recourse, I do as master bids and open my muzzle, holding it open so he can dominate me with his rod.

“Hm, that’s a good girl.”

My submission to his will causes him to loosen his grip on my nape, relieving some of the external physical pain, but it does nothing for the emotional turmoil I feel as he shoves his penis in my mouth and glides it along my tongue. It also does nothing to relieve the sensation felt by my other senses. The sight of his pubic hairs approaching my muzzle is deplorable and the taste and smell are just as musky as ever. I want nothing more than to spit out his rancid phallus, but I swallow my pride, and my gag reflex, and allow easy access for master’s pleasure.

He hilts my face, my nose buried in his hairy crotch while his pre seeps out onto the back of my tongue, the salty flavor dissolving into my spit and lingering on my taste buds. I continue to cry, unable to alleviate any of the sensations as master reaches back and grabs the base of my tail. Holding it tightly for leverage, the large lug pulls back and gently thrusts back in, sliding his cock in and out of my muzzle, face-fucking me. With each forward thrust, his groin smacks my nose slightly and his glans pokes the back of my throat, tickling my gag reflex.

“You know what to do, slut. Suck me off.”

He spoke in a commanding, yet gentle tone, meaning his anger seems to have abated. ‘If I do as he says, it’ll make the experience slightly more tolerable,’ I say to myself. My heart drops and my stomach tightens as I surrender to master’s wishes and close my muzzle around his thick penis, creating a suction that master can enjoy as he rapes my muzzle.

“Oh, yeah! That’s it. Make your daddy happy, bitch!”

Even when he’s happy, he still deprecates me, making me feel even more worthless every time. He begins to build up a steady rhythm, my body rocking back and forth as master guides me along the bed to his rhythmic thrusts. He starts moaning above me, expelling a forceful groan with each forward lunge of his cock as his body begins to perspire from exertion. His grip remains firm, holding tightly on my abused back, a mixture of agony, humiliation, and depression forcing tears from my dehydrated body, but he doesn’t stop. He never stops, though I keep my lips tight around his meat to keep him happy and prevent another flogging.

“Oh God, yes! Oh, shit, your muzzle is such a good cock holster!” He picks up the pace and tightens his hold while I cringe in pain and fear, knowing full well what’s coming next. The cadence of his moans continues to grow along with the frequency and pitch of his pelvic undulations. With each thrust forward he motions my body towards his pube-covered crotch and slams my muzzle against his sweaty skin. I inhale a small amount of sweat, making my nostrils burn and my shame grow.

Though it wasn't long before I felt him tense up as he approached his climax, like every time before it felt like hours to me. He was moaning through gritted teeth now and his thrusting slowed, but it didn’t stop. He stopped pulling out as much, keeping his cock buried deep in my muzzle and throat. I felt him flex his cock and I braced myself, cringing in disgust as I awaited the inevitable splurge of master’s essence. He pulled me forward, hilting my mouth with his dick and pressed my nose tight against his groin, glans partially blocking airflow to my lungs.

“Oh- Fuck- Me!” After a couple more flexes, master cries out in pleasure and I feel his cock spasm and a hot stream of sticky fluid shoot down the back of my throat. A small dribble flows down my tongue, stimulating my taste buds, forcing me to endure the sour, rancid taste of his disgusting semen. He continues to ejaculate into me, cock fully embedded in my mouth with short, shallow humps to milk his own dick for what it’s worth. The hot liquid coating my throat obstructs my breathing and as I attempt to inhale oxygen, I instead breathe in master’s cum. I choke on the foul liquid, coughing uncontrollably around master’s rod while taking in little air, worried that I might actually die, though in this position I feel it might be preferential to continuing this horrendous act.

It doesn’t come to that though, as master finishes his thrusting and I’m able to breathe better around the swollen meat in my maw. Master’s breathing hard above me, still gripping my nape and tail, though not with so much force as before. After a moment, he pulls on my scruff and pulls me up, forcing me to look up at him, his face smiling with wicked delight.

“That’s a good little bitch,” he said taunting me. “But you know what… I don’t think I’m done yet.”

I tensed up, my heart beating faster as the large bastard wasn’t yet done taking out his sexual frustrations on me. He grips my neck tightly and pulls me back, his still hard cock sliding out of my muzzle. He forcefully turns me around so I'm facing the other way and slams me down into the mattress, holding me against it. Nervously, I await him to denigrate me in the usual horrendous fashion. Soon enough, I feel him lift my tail up in the air, bringing his face against my backside, and taking a long, hard whiff of my ass.

“Awww, nice. That ass is ready for fucking.” I dig my claws into the bed, dreadfully anticipating the sodomization of my anus. While getting fucked in the face and cunt already provides enough shame and crippling trauma on their own, getting my ass opened up by that man meant excruciating pain on top of it. “And lucky for you, your spit will be act as lube this time,” he chuckled sadistically with words of little comfort.

He holds me down, putting his weight on me and forcing the air out of me as he gets into position, his cock head poking at my tender entrance. I was already prepped to cry and sob as he violates my tight hole. Without warning, he put all his might into one hard, powerful thrust that opens me up instantly, splitting my ring apart and sending waves of fiery torment through my entire body. I arch my back and wail out in agony as I am broken by my master.

Uncaring, he simply shoves my chest back onto the mattress, pinning me to the bed as he inserts every inch of his manhood into my rectum until he hilts me. The base of his cock now spreads me wide, filling my tender asshole with a tumultuous searing agony. I push back against his chest, gritting my teeth as I sob through the pain, unable to scream as the weight of this monster’s fat torso keeps me pegged flat against the mattress. He moves one arm down to hold me tight in position while the other grips the bed, composing himself before beginning his brutal sexual assault.

Thanks to the grueling pain in my sphincter, it feels like hours before he finally begins to pull out, sliding his dick out of my anus, rubbing against the sensitive skin and delivering yet more excruciating suffering. And then he finally darts back in, filling my bowels with his fleshy organ and slamming his waist into my ass, the sensation like I’m being ripped open. He builds up a rhythm of thrusting in and out of my back entrance, fucking my ass with hard, fast, continuous pummels. The saliva did nothing to alleviate the pain and each spearing with his manhood is a torturous act on my body. As his thrusting continues, the weight holding me down is mitigated and I find enough breath to scream, but my voice is so hoarse at this point that I can barely produce much sound. I am so dehydrated that my eyes aren't forming anymore tears. That doesn't stop me from crying, though my eyes burn with a dry heat. I'm so weak, so tired, but the pain is so intense I can't bear anymore.

Master starts grunting loudly, moaning with abandon to announce his sexual satisfaction with breaking my tight ring open. My body starts to go limp, though the pain and discomfort I’m forced to endure remains, even worsening as the strong, sadistic cock ramming continues without mercy. Though I long gave up hope that master would take pity on me, I still pray every time I’m fucked that somehow, for some reason, I’ll be spared any further abuse and my misery will end. It’s never happened before and I know it won’t happen now. The fat slob will continue to abuse my ass, my cunt, and my mouth until every orifice comfortably fits his human dick. I hoped that at least it would be a short session, but I knew master had no intention of stopping until he came again and after cumming once so soon, it would be a while before he was finished. I can’t see the end of this tunnel of rape and the blazing fire in my anus is getting worse and my heart sinks more and more as his meat fills out my bowels each time he spears me. I sob silently as thrust after thrust forces me to endure this man’s merciless onslaught.

************

“Aaaaaah!” I scream as I awake with a start from a horrible nightmare. The details are already fuzzy, but the feeling of dread and overbearing darkness remain to continue to terrorize me. I’m shaking as I come to my senses, frightened now of my subconscious and the images it produces, products of my time spent with my master. It’s been a few months since I was captured and subjected to countless forms of abuse, torture, and degradation, emotional and physical. I can’t tell exactly how long it’s been, but it was late summer when I was captured and over the last few weeks we’ve gotten quite a bit of snowfall. The temperature has dropped dramatically, making my joints and scars ache.

I stand up slowly to acclimate my sore and stiff body to the ambient temperature. I tend to sleep at the top of the stairs near master’s room because it’s the warmest place in the house, though I’m afraid to go inside. Master does generally keep the house warm, but right now it’s a bit colder than usual. Slowly, I walk towards the stairs, peering inside his open bedroom to see that he’s not there. I assume he’s downstairs on the couch watching TV, waiting for me to come down so he can molest me, finger me, and make out with me before finally fucking me. I’ve become null to his sexual advances, having endured too many beatings and lashings from his belt to resist anymore. I lift up my ears, but I don’t hear anything. He’s not in the bathroom and I don’t hear the TV.

I make my way downstairs, grimacing slightly as each step I take ignites my old leg injury. I reach the ground floor and notice it’s even colder down here. I see the TV’s off, the kitchen lights are out, and master’s nowhere to be seen. Then I look to the left and I gasp, my jaw hanging agape as I feel a small sense of something I haven’t felt what feels like an eternity: hope. The door that master has been meticulous about keeping closed and locked was open, wide enough that I could barely fit through and blowing snow flakes in.

Then I freeze, reminded of the last time I tried to flee and the inordinate amount of pain I was subjected to. Master was devious and always looking for ways to punish me and this might be a setup to do just that. I lift up my ears and scan every inch of the downstairs for any sign that master might be hiding… or passed out. After a long minute or two, I detect no such sign and slowly begin to creep towards the door. It’s then that I hear it, the sound of metal on concrete and I stop dead in my tracks, pausing a moment before continuing to pussyfoot towards the door. And then I hear him, my master outside the house grunting and groaning as he exerts himself in some assertive activity.

My heart’s pounding in my chest, my breathing labored as I slowly approach the gap in master’s prison, preying silently that this one opportunity, possibly the only opportunity I have to escape the demonic clutches of this sadistic ogre, begets me freedom. I’m on pins and needles as I reach the opening, the cold breeze sending chills across my face and the smell of fresh, open air fills my nostrils. I tingle with excitement and fear, keeping my ears up and listening again for master to reassure myself that he’s far enough away that I can slip out unnoticed. Once I hear some odd scraping sound followed by a forceful grunt from master, I conclude it’s safe and slide through the opening.

Once I’m outside, I pause, breathing in the fresh air, allowing the cold temperature to wash over me. The ground is wet, but I don’t care as for the first time in months I finally get to experience the sights, smells, and sensations of the outside. But I’m not in the clear yet. Another scraping sound and I dart my head over in the direction of my master, eyes wide and head low to avoid being seen. I catch the fat bastard in a heavy coat and snow pants shoveling snow out of his driveway, obviously tired and worn out from the exertion.

“God dammit! I am too old for this shit! I need to get some snot-nosed brat to do this for me. Need to save my energy for that stupid fucking Litten.”

My heart sinks at the thought of that sadist with his hands on me again, shoving his manhood down my throat, in my cunt, or up my ass even for a second horrifying me. I need to make my escape quickly. I stay low as I move around back, trying to use the snow as cover, but the cold air is already starting to take its toll.

“Wait, did I leave the door open?”

I freeze at what I hear, my body starting to shake from the freezing atmosphere. I turn my head just enough to catch master walking towards the house, surveying the front door to address his own inquiry. I hope to move slowly enough that the fat man won’t see me, but it’s too late. Master stops in his tracks and stares at me dead on with those sinister, soul-crushing eyes. For a second his face shifts to a look of pure surprise, but then immediately switches to one of pure anger and madness.

“You fucking little pussy!”

He starts in my direction, moving with determinate speed. There’s no time to think, so I just bolt as fast as I can.

“Get the fuck back here!”

I run off into a nearby wooded area, no roads or other houses nearby. I see some off in the distance, but they’re too far away, so I just run as fast as I can. Given master’s fatigue at shoveling snow and my natural-born aptitude for running, I should be able to escape him easily, but in my current condition with my injuries and not being used to the cold, I’m having a hard time gaining ground.

“Where do *huff* you think *puff* you’re going!? You *pant* belong to me, *huff* slut!”

He’s obviously breathing hard, which makes my getaway a little easier, but I’m limping as I run, the pain in my leg increasing severely with every step I take, but I try to brush it off and keep running.

I’ve been running for a couple minutes and I know I should continue, but my leg will barely move now thanks to the snow and the irreparable damage delivered by master. I find a large tree to hide behind and take a quick breather, panting heavily as I grimace in pain, rubbing my leg to try to soothe the ache. My ears perk up as I listen to the sound of rushing water of a nearby ravine, thinking to myself it might be best to follow it and see where it leads. After a moment I hear footsteps and force a paw over my muzzle to mute myself. I peer around the corner and see master slowly making his way into view, stopping to catch his breath before scouring the area.

“You *huff* fucking *puff* bitch! Get back here now! *pant* I am gonna fuck you up when I catch you.*weeze* And I will *huff* catch you!”

In his left hand he is holding the pokeball he used to catch me and I start shivering again from fear. If he catches me with the beam, I’m his again and he’ll do unspeakable things to me, things I can’t imagine. Holding my muzzle shut, I slowly back away, careful to avoid making any noise. Not conscious of my surroundings, I don’t notice the ledge as I stumble, loose my footing, and tumble over the edge, rolling down wet and muddy walls before splashing hard into the freezing water of the ravine.

Immediately, my body feels as though it’s being stabbed with a hundred needles at once all over and I panic. I splash around, trying to swim, trying to survive this new, daunting trial, but in my weakened state I can barely hold my head above the water. I begin to choke as I try to breathe, only for freezing cold water to be taken into my larynx. The pain in my leg becomes excruciating and I can no longer hold myself above water. I slowly submerge under the surface, pawing my way upward, desperate to escape this nightmare, but I just sink and flow along with the ebbing of the river. Running out of oxygen, I grasp at nothing, trying to will my dead leg to move for one last attempt to fight against mother nature. My efforts are useless though and soon I start feeling lightheaded. As I sob inwardly at the thought of dying, I open my eyes and see the light through the water surface, undulating and crashing with restless river. As I take in the beauty of it, the pain in my leg disappears, I become numb to the cold temperature that was slowing me down, and the prospect of master beating or raping me no longer concerns me. In this final moment, this moment right before I taste death, I feel something I don’t think I’ve ever truly felt: freedom. Free of worry, of doubt, of uncertainty. Nothing matters. I’m free of this world’s worries and tribulations. Accepting my fate, I manage to crack a smile as the world goes dark around me, all sensations dissipating. I’m finally free. I’m finally at peace.