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"I..."
"I find them very challenging, Master. The rules are simple, but they affect everything I do, so they can seem complex at times."
"You are quite a stupid slave." I added. Although I had given her a little freedom to tell me how she felt, I still needed to remind her that I was in charge and this was a rare privilege for her.
"Yes, Master. I am quite stupid and I am always grateful and thankful that you put up with my stupidity and ugliness. You have saved my life, and taken back the wife who hurt you so unjustly..."
I jumped out of my bed, plates and food flying everywhere, and grabbed her by the throat. Wrestling her down to the floor, she in a prone position, eyes bugging out from the shock and violence of my movements, I cut off her air supply. "You CUNT!" I roared.
She scrambled for my fingers around her throat, her face turning a bright red and quickly darkening to purple. I slapped her hands away, then slapped her face until she dropped her hands to her sides. Panic and terror were in her eyes.
"ONE! I have not taken back my wife. She is dead to me, and doesn't exist! TWO! You will not keep throwing that in my face. I know what that wife whore of mine did to me. If I choose to commiserate about my pain, it certainly won't be with a subhuman like you. You fucking cunt! This is not penance that you are doing. I'm not letting you off the hook in the future. Any fucking thoughts of returning to what normal life you might have had with me before that whore wife fucked that dead dick head better be nipped in the bud right fucking now. You will NEVER be anything other than my slave. I OWN your ass. You have two hundred years till you can pay me back, and even then, if I could keep you alive for that long, you would still be the cunt slave unworthy of anything other than serving her Master!"
I was livid, spitting my words into her now almost lifeless mouth. She was a dark blue, her lips purple, her eyes weren't focused on anything. I let go over her and she gasped for air. Panting and coughing, she rolled onto her stomach and slowly got her wits about her.
I stepped over her and went to shower. "Clean this shit up." I ordered her as I slammed the door to the bathroom behind me.
to be continued...
- COMMENTS
Anonymous8 months agoWow, to this point very vicious. I can feel your pain but excessive and cruel. I know this is fiction but still....
cmack888over 13 years agoThank You for Your writing, I am only this far, but look forward to continuing the series. I am confused by many of the reader comments however. If you don't like it, don't read it. It is a STORY with REVENGE in the title. It is very clear that the stupid slave came to The Master in need. He made it very clear and put it in writing what her situation would be going forward in the STORY. it chose to sign the papers and it chose to stay. The world takes all kinds, if you choose to read and are distressed by the STORY, stop reading in my opinion. I have stopped reading STORIES here, usually because they are uninteresting or poorly written. SirSmegma's stories are neither.
Anonymousover 13 years agoThe ranting and dehumanizing your protagonist revels in suggests he's never ever had to deal with someone saying, "no." The viciousness in this story goes well beyond the cathartic letting of spleen.
I suspect you were a pampered prince who always had someone to smooth the way for you. Then along comes adulthood and things just didn't go your way.
There is good help out there, I honestly hope you found some in the two years since you wrote this story. I'm going to sneak a peak at the last chapter, I hope I find something redeeming there. If not, I wish you peace.
Anonymousalmost 15 years agoAll i can say is that kind of strong emotion there is always feelings it sounds like something close to ur heart. Did ur wife cheat on u ?? If so i guess writing this could be a way to deal with ur emotions . Its fiction people its pure pain . A writer crying out for help
