s*x Slave

‎Princess POV ‎ ‎“Please, not today. I am in pain,” I said in tears as he approached me naked. ‎“Shut up, you brat,” my uncle said and slapped me. ‎ ‎I held my cheek in pain. ‎This has been the normal routine. I am Princess Regal, and I am 18 years old. I have been living in pain and agony for the past two years now. Since my parents died, I have been living with my uncle Joe. He had no wife or children. ‎ ‎He was very nice to me when my parents were alive. They even gave him a job at their company, but that changed when I heard they were murdered. ‎ ‎He brought me to his house to start living with him when I was 16, and since then, he has been using me as his s*x machine. ‎ ‎He comes in anytime and f***s the hell out of me. He took my virginity mercilessly. I beg him every time to let me go, but he doesn’t even listen to me. He just f***s and leaves. ‎ ‎I tried running away, but he caught me, and since then, he has locked me in a room in his house on the second floor, which was the top floor. ‎ ‎I always looked out of the window and shouted every day for someone to help, but they all ignored me and minded their own business. ‎I continued doing this for two years, but I didn’t stop. I have a strong belief that I will be noticed and helped one day. I was deprived of school and friends. ‎ ‎I had no friends, and worst of all, I ate only once a day. I cried every day, but I ended up growing weaker in this same room every day. ‎There are different marks on my body due to the several beatings I have received from him. ‎I still don’t know why he hates me this much after all my parents did for him. ‎ ‎“Please, Uncle,” I said, crying heavily. ‎He brought out a rope from his bag and reached for my hands. He tied them to the bed. I struggled with him, and he slapped me again. My hair scattered all over my face. ‎ ‎He moved to my legs, opened them wide, and tied them to the end of the bed. I was too weak to struggle with him. ‎ ‎He reached for my nightgown and ripped it to pieces, leaving me naked in front of him. He reached for my breasts and squeezed them very hard. ‎ ‎I screamed because of the pain I felt. He took some of the pieces of my clothes and stuffed them into my mouth to stop me from screaming. ‎ ‎He took my n*****s in his mouth and bite them hard, as if he wanted to bite them off. ‎“Hmmmm!!” I groaned as tears rushed down my face. ‎ ‎He moved up and kissed my neck, licking it like a dog. He smelled of alcohol. I closed my eyes in pain and regret. ‎ ‎“Why did you die, Mom and Dad? Why did you leave me alone in this wicked world?” I cried in sorrow. ‎ ‎I felt him stick his fingers into my p***y, putting them in and removing them. I hated the way I felt. I just wanted to be free from all this, to live the normal life other girls like me lived. ‎ ‎He went further, bringing his d**k to my passage. I closed my eyes in expectation of the worst feeling I have ever felt. ‎ ‎And that was it. He dug it into me roughly, and I felt pain all over my p***y. ‎ ‎“Hmmmm!” I groaned again in pain, struggling to release myself from the ropes, but they were too tight. ‎ ‎He started thrusting faster, and I heard him groaning. “Bastard,” I cursed beneath my breath. He increased his pace and suddenly released inside me, the same way he does every day. ‎ ‎He lay beside me, breathing heavily. I breathed out in pain. He stood up and put on his clothes, then looked at me and smiled. ‎ ‎“You are as sweet and beautiful as always,” he said and released me from the ropes. ‎ ‎I felt severe pain between my legs, so much that I couldn’t even close them. I had to leave them wide open like that. ‎ ‎He picked up the cloth on the bed and covered me. I couldn’t talk or move; I was traumatized. ‎He made me hate guys. ‎ ‎“Don’t forget to use your drugs in the morning,” he said and left the room, locking the door from outside. ‎ ‎I squeezed my eyes shut, and hot tears rolled down my cheeks. He always gives me the drugs to use after he sleeps with me. He said they won’t let me get pregnant. ‎ ‎And I use them. ‎ ‎I don’t want to get pregnant by a bastard like him. ‎ ‎I tried standing up and winced in pain the moment I did. I dragged my feet to the toilet in my room. I needed to get that man’s smell off me. ‎ ‎I couldn’t stand properly. I moved under the shower and turned it on. I held onto the tap for support. ‎ ‎The water came into contact with my body, and I shivered. Goosebumps covered my skin. ‎I took my sponge in tears and started scrubbing my body hard. I scrubbed so hard that I felt my skin would peel off soon. ‎ ‎I want to forget his touch. I want to scrub all the pain and memories away. ‎