The Lycan Twins Abused Mate

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Rape is mentioned in this chapter. If you are under the age of 18, please skip. Remember, I strongly object to such brutality and rape.

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The Abused Mate of the Lycan Twins

Ava.

Abused.

Chapter 3:

The next morning. I woke up in excruciating agony all throughout my body. My anus is very painful. Everywhere is painful. My soul and body were in pain. I was no longer bound in shackles. I couldn’t believe my darling father had treated his once-adored daughter in this manner. I’ve been putting up with his violence because he convinced me that I was to blame for my mother’s death. He has abused me since I was a teenager.

I was still thinking about my father when I heard a tremendous bang on the door. Everything around me came to a standstill. He’s coming for me again. As I faced my terror, I shuddered.

Mr. Drake scowled and murmured, “Good morning, Love.”

“What exactly __ do _ you _ want?” I shattered, my hands covering my body.

“Guess what I want, love,” he grumbled.

I was terrified and wept, attempting to get away from him. His eyes were filled with enthusiasm, and he gripped my hand hard before I could step away from the devil in front of me.

“No! Please ___ stop. I begged you, sir. Allow me to go.”

“Enough, b***h. Don’t you like it when I f**k you? My mistake! I forgot you blacked out yesterday, but I swear I’ll let you enjoy it today. I’ll f**k you softly and gently. You passed out yesterday because it was your first time getting f****d in your anus,” he explained.

“No, don’t come near me. Leave me alone, you jerk!” I yelled.

“What!” He was taken aback. “What exactly did you call me? How dare you slave?” He became enraged and smacked me before ripping my hair. “I thought you’d be a good girl. That’s why I let them remove the shackles that bound you, but now I see you were up to no good. A slave dares to call her master a jerk. You are nothing; a slave is nothing,” he cried as he slammed my face to the icy floor.

“Please. Stop inflicting pain on me.”

“Since you refuse to recognize my kind gesture and favor towards you, I shall no longer show you mercy,” he adds as he starts whipping me with a rod.

“It hurts___ please_ I beg you to stop,” I pleaded.

“Do you think you were the only slave I f****d? You were not the only one, of course. I own thousands of slaves that I have tamed. That’s why I’m known as the s*x slave master!” he yelled.

I shouted and pleaded, but he showed no interest in or pity for me.

“Please, Mr. Drake, it is painful. I apologize. Please accept my apologies.”

“There will be no mercy for a disobedient slave like you. You deserve everything I am doing to you, bitch.” I was in a pool of my own blood by the time he was through with me, with bruises and wounds all over my frail body.

“Right now, go to the bathroom. I’d like you to clean up before we resume our unfinished business,” he said. “Get up right now, SLAVE.”

I couldn’t stand on my own and had to crawl to the damn restroom. I was worn out, but I needed to keep going. I had to hold on to be able to flee and escape this misery. The more I crawl, the more I feel intense pains.

I crawled to the bathroom, fiercely weeping as I noticed all the injuries on my body. I need my mom. I need someone to reassure me that everything will be OK.

My father is someone I loathe. I despised Mr. Drake, but I despised myself even more for being so weak. Everyone treated me horribly. My father despised and abused me. Since my mother’s death, he has shown me no fatherly affection. He sold me to a brutal s*x slave. I’m being treated like trash here. More terrible than a mutt.

“Hey, b***h, come out here and stop wasting my time,” he cried.

The warm water washed all over my body, rinsing away the blood from the wounds.

It stings. I hiss.

When I finished showering, I entered the room.

“Come here fast,” he mumbled.

He was nude on the bed, and his shaft was already standing.

I shuddered as I approached him. He drew me close to his chest.

“You’re so beautiful,” he huskily remarked. “I really like you, so let’s get to our unfinished business.”

“No----“ I shouted, pulling him away. He was furious as he glared at me. He was filled with rage.

“You--- I think you forgot how I punished you just now,” he raged, his voice jiggling.

I was scared. He was going to murder me.

“Guards!” he yelled. “I want you to tied this ludicrous slave up, and she’s not allowed to eat or drink anything without my permission as of today.”

I couldn’t stop trembling.

They approached me and pushed me onto the bed before chaining me up.

“It’s better now, and I have a satisfactory view of your ass,” he added as he viciously fingered me in the anus. I shouted in agony.

“It hurts like hell. It’s really painful. Please let go of me.”

“Do you like it? Moan for your master, slave,” he murmured as his rough fingers penetrated my anus deeper.

The sheet has blood stains on it. He is a demon from hell, a monster.

“Please,” I said softly. “I beg you__ to please stop.” I am getting weak, yet he never listens to me. He took pleasure in torturing me. My suffering was his delight. My father is someone I loathe. My mother should never have left me to my devilish father. He used to be a loving and respected father. My good memories of him started to fade, giving place to really bad and horrific memories of him. He’s not my father anymore. He is my Worst ENEMY. I was too exhausted to shout or scream. He eventually quit fingering me after hours of doing so.

“Oh, God,” I exclaimed as he thrust his c**k into my anus.

“Oh yes,” he groaned as I yelled. Tears stream down my cheeks.

“Oh yeah! You’ll like it. It feels fantastic. You’re so sweet,” he grumbled.

WTF!! “I’m in a lot of pain. Please, Mr. Drake, stop.” I pleaded with him.

“Shut up, b***h,” he moans loudly. “Don’t force me to quit. I’m having fun f*****g your anus.”

He slams deep inside me. “Oh… My… Please… Mr. Drake, stop abusing me.”

“It’s master for you. Address me as master, b***h. Relax; you’ll love my c**k in your anus.”

His grunts and my scream are audible in the room. I’m sick to my stomach.

“Hey, quit yelling. You are troubling me and diverting my attention away from my enjoyment. Be good, or I’ll summon all my men to join in the fun, f*****g your ass,” he warns.

I immediately stop shouting or screaming, and I never resist again.

“That’s good, baby girl,” he said as he began pounding my anus quickly.

He lets out a loud groan. “f**k,” he mumbles as he clenches his fists around my torso.

His cries are revolting to my ears.

“Oh yes, slave, I am coming,” he gasps, clutching my hair.

“f**k,” he moans as he finally c*m into my anus, pleased.

“Oh, yes. This feels fantastic. If you are this obedient and satisfy me at any moment and on any day, I will reward you. I will make you happy, and I promise to break these chains,” he says as he smacks me on my ass.

I was too feeble to oppose him. He went into the restroom, leaving me alone in there.

This is not the life I want.