Abigail

Tormented

“Oh, Bee…. Why hasn’t the master let you join us again….? Why he still punishing you…?” Asked Mia, with sad eyes, looking at the girl who look a little pale, with puffy eyes, sign of lack of rest, and a little shaky, for she now wears a pair of wrists and ankles weight, and a wight vest on her body, as she was summoned to ordered meal and wine from the kitchen….

“It’s okay, Mia…. At least he still allows me to live….” Said Abigail with low, hoarse voice, showing that she was screaming a lot, after she was tasked to be the new chambermaid by their master….

“But he tortured you….” Said Mia looking sad, worried, even clinging to the girl that makes Abigail somehow remembered her old friend Cynthia….

Wonder what she will react if she ever knew… She thought, and then she remembered her parents….

Pa…. Ma…. She thought, as her mind wanders, thinking how they must have feel, will they still be looking for her…? Are they already gives up….?

“Look at your body, all black and blue…. I never saw master hold grudge for this long…” said Mia that brough her back to the present, and once again smiled weakly at the girl…

“It’s okay, Mia…. I’ll be fine…” She said, kissing the girl’s forehead before she went back to the mansion….

Torture…. She thought…. In a sense, it might be….

And now, as she enters the basement, her master already awaits….

“You’re late….” He said in stern voice…

“Apologies, Master…” She replied, not telling more because she knew it will be useless for her is she was telling, even the truth that she was being held up by Mia… It will add the fuel to the ager of her master…

“Strip…. Take position….” Ordered Dorian to the girl who sigh with relief that she was now off the heavy weight on her body, but her relief was temporary when she gulps upon standing next to a rectangular tub that was floor level on the ground…. It’s not the tub that makes her gulp, but the array of listed candle inside the tub did….

And now she was taking a plank position above the tub, and she can feel the heat of the candles on her body….

“Ngh…!” She groans as Dorian put a weight plate on her back and then….

“One…!” He shouts and lashes the air with his bullwhip, while Abigail started her first count of her push up…

After rest, she resumes her position and another plate added and she continue her second sets

It was the fourth set that she can no longer pick up her body since the weight on her back pressing her so hard and..

“Akh!” She screams as she fell on the tub and her body crushing the hot candles…..

“Get up….! Station….!” Said Dorian after removing the plates off the back of the girl that now with trembling body get off the tub and move to her next equipment where she was tied on her wrists and her hand pulled above her head before…

“Akh…!” She screams as her legs being pulled by their ankles make them splatted, hurting her crotch, making she feels her femur about to pop out of their sockets….

Her pain worsened as the man tied rope on her thighs and hang weights under her thigs, as if being stretch like that wasn’t agonizing enough….

And that’s not all…. She still has to complete another session with her master, for her mobility, agility, and strength before she trained with wooden dummy, trained for close combat, with weaponry, before she forced to spar with her master who definitely way out of her league and turned her to a rag doll to be tossed, slammed, choked to submission….

“You lose…..! Take position…!” Ordered Dorian that makes Abigail once again found herself crawls on the floor to the side of the mattress, raised herself up, and then carry aa wedge like cushion large enough that her belly supported nicely…

So much different from that hard log, that bastards used on me…. She thought remembering her first ordeal with Burhan….

And her position, that supported by the wedge always makes her blushing knowing that makes her buttock jutting higher than her torso, exposing her most intimate part and well used rectum for her master to see, and…

“Nggghhhh!” She gasps and moan as her master enters her and started to pound her vigorously….

Yet she wasn’t minding the roughness her master gave her…

After several time of intense trainings, she starting to enjoy his thrust, his ramming, his pounding….

Making her gruel some training worth it….

But the real torment was not from the training…..

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The Sun was about to rise, and Abigail was shivering for the wind was still strong at the upper deck of the mansion, where the view was the most beautiful and able to see to all direction of the main island, where Dorian who was standing next to the concrete railing, looking at his property, while she has to keep the fire under the jacuzzi that placed there, burning and give a perfect temperature….

“Hold this my dear….” Said one of the beautiful concubines as she passes the curtain removes her silk, transparent gown, leaving only a golden chain that attached at her n****e rings and golden waist belt, that looped at her belly button piercing, and approaches Dorian with sensual moves….

Abigail turns her gaze, keeping herself busy with adding wood to the fire beneath the jacuzzi, doesn’t want to see how the beautiful concubine opened their master’s robe, but her jealousy makes her looked at the concubine who squat in front of the master, and take his phallus inside her well-trained mouth…..

I can do better than that…. She thought as she taking a mental note of the skill the concubine saw her….

She tries so hard not to jump the concubine and beat her mercilessly as she enters the tub, following her master….

“Ough…. Oh Master…. Ough…. You are so strong…. So hard….” She moans, that sounds very irritating, annoying at Abigail’s ears…

Why she has to moan like that…. It isn’t a porn movie…. Why can she be natural….?! She thought, really wanted to muffled her moans that sounds so fake…..

But she knows that it wasn’t a fake…. She has tasted the master to know that the concubine riding the man in the tub was not faking it…

Her jealousy grows as the two comes out of the tub, and she have to dab them both dry and followed them to the master bed chamber, where they continue their intense intercourse….

“Play with yourself….!” Ordered Dorian suddenly that makes Abigail blushed in embarrassment but can do nothing but to start groping her own breasts with her left hand while her right hand wend underneath her tunic and started massaging her damp labia, and not long she too moans as she slid her middle and ring fingers inside her love channel and started to pleasuring herself while her master pounding the beautiful concubine, who then turned their position so she was sitting on his lap, with her back facing the man, whose hand grips the small waists of the concubine and use it to help the concubine pounding in her phallus beneath her…

“Put your tongue down there…” he ordered that makes Abigail who was already in heat come and climbed the bed of her master, place her face in front of the interlocking s****l organs of the two, that odour radiates a sensual pheromone that makes Abigail wanted to taste the juice flows from the parted labia of the concubine, and while she keeps on fingering herself, she started to lick the pleasure in front of her until the three of them reaches their climaxes….