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I AM MASTER'S PROPERTY!
(Kim Hardwick)

I was in so much agony; I honestly thought I was going to either cum again or vomit.  I can't really blame master for cuffing me to the ceiling in his basement and whipping the living shit out of me; I deserve it, I admit it.  But damn, he didn't have to get carried away with the forks!

"I'M SO SORRY, MASTER, PLEASE, IT WON'T HAPPEN AGAIN!"

He laughed and then I heard him drop the blood covered fork and move around behind me.  Being that I was facing the brick wall of his basement, I was blind to whatever it was he was about to do to my blind spot.  Just thinking of all the horrible, painful things available to him got me wet.

"Sorry?  Katarina, the time for apologies or regrets is past us.  You've crossed that line long ago.  The only question that needs to be answered is how much fucking pain can you take?"

I began to sob now, quietly so as not to give Rick an excuse to pick up the dirty fork and stick it into my butt again.  How could it be that a young, sexy intelligent woman like me could have fallen for a sick fuck like Master?  What the fuck is wrong with me?  

"Katarina, your name is so lovely; it rhymes with cunt.  I've just about had it with you!  I am fed up with your bratty attitude, your sense of entitlement, as if I and the rest of the world owe you a living."  He leaned forward and stuck his bloody fork into my ample breast, blood squirting out all over the floor.  "Tonight, your swamp ass attitude ends!  YOU GOT IT PRINCESS? IT'S OVER!"

He pulled out the fork and plunged it into my generous hip, right next to my tattoo that says, 'BORN TO FUCK BIG COCK' and then tossed the fork to the corner; his grey Persian cat, Lucifer, ran over to lick it.

"AFTER TONIGHT, YOU WILL NO LONGER BE MY HEADACHE.  AFTER TONIGHT, I WON'T HAVE A REASON TO POP PILLS!"

He punched me in the face in order to emphasis how pissed off he was with me.

"I'm so sorry Master!"  I began to sob, spitting out the blood, knowing that it was my entire fault.  I deserved every fucking black and blue on my milky white skin.  My full breasts which should have squirted milk for his progeny instead leaked copious amounts of blood.  And it was due to my being a spoiled cunt.  I really, really hate myself.

"Yeah, well, your apology plus three dollars will get you a ride on the bus.  Now stop with the whiney shit and pull yourself together.  I'm taking you to your new owner."

"WHAT? WHAT DO YOU MEAN?"

"Are you fucking hard of hearing?  Is this something you sluts get along with your periods?  I told you, I sold you to this red-necked hillbilly for $5 dollars.  Get ready for country loving, cupcake."

"NO!  FUCK NO!"

"HA HA HA!  I LAUGH AT YOU, YOU FUCKING CUNT BECAUSE YOU'RE NOTHING BUT A LOW DOWN, CUM GUZZLING WOMAN!" And he kept laughing all the way up the highway to exit 4 on Route 80, heading west.  We were now in the middle of butt fucking nowhere, deep in hillbilly land. 

For those unfamiliar with Pennsylvania, the western part is wild, rugged and heavily wooded.  The place is full of gun toting inbred that lust after virgin sheep and protect their women from horny stallions.  I was sold to one of these creatures for the paltry sum of five dollars.  I've never felt so lost and humiliated in my life.  I was so fucked.

"I have to pee; let me out."

"Hahaha!  Don't make me laugh.  Just get some sleep and worry about not pissing your new master off."

"GODDAMIT, I GOT TO PEE!"

Master pulled off the highway, slammed on the breaks and got out of the car; he tried, but he forgot to unbuckle his seat belt and was tossed back.  This only pissed him more.

"Good for nothing little prima donna, I'll show you how to pee; fucking whore."  He managed to drag me out and kicked me to the curb, literally.  I was lying on the gravely shoulder, chilled to the bone and feeling like shit.

"Tell you what; since you are no longer my property, and we're only a couple of miles from your new owner's farm, I'm going to leave you here and have him pick you up.  With some luck, I'll be back in time to watch the morning cartoons.  Good bye cunt, go torment some other guy's life!"  He laughed at me as he got back in the car, his cellphone out, calling my new owner.

He peeled out and made a u turn heading back to his apartment, leaving me alone in the middle of nowhere in Pennsylvania, bruised and fucked.  Soon, the sound of his car disappeared and was replaced by the sounds of the predawn.  I was alone, more alone than I've ever been in my life.