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Thread: Markus (Mayshar x FK)

Bryn cried out as she was pushed to the ground. Her entire body hurt, and even gentle manhandling was almost too much. She looked up at Markus, and when she saw him grab the hose her dreams of a warm shower were shot. She shook her head, but just cried in reply to the hose as he turned it on. When the cold water hit her she cried out and shrunk down. It was even colder than she had expected. SHe sobbed as Markus hosed all of the filth off of her, her head tucked down to protect her face. When he was done, and he pointed at where she would be sleeping, she felt so helpless that she couldn't even cry anymore. Every moment she felt more and more empty, until she couldn't feel any emptier. She was sure she was going into some kind of trauma induced shock. She looked at the Rottweiler's wagging their tails and shrunk away. She'd always been afraid of dogs, and the idea of being penned up with them every night . . .was horrifying. M-Markus . . . Her voice was too quiet to even really be heard, and Markus was already walking away. She looked at his back and followed after him, her body so sore she could hardly walk. As he entered the trailer she looked around, and felt part of her shut down. It was filthy, and worn down. She could imagine the roaches living in the walls and under the counters, and she almost sobbed. She stuck close to Markus back, keeping her hands to herself, afraid that she might get tetanus if she touched anything . . or something worse.
Thread: Markus (Mayshar x FK)

Markus never heard her say his name, which might have been a good thing. If he had thought she was trying to object he may have killed her right there. He heads inside with Bryn in tow, noticing how she is avoiding touching anything. He can even see the look of disgust on her face. Out of no where he growls and backhands her hard enough to send her sprawling across the kitchen counter, sending her flying through the kitchen. Think about what Ive done to you bitch, do you really think some dirt and grime are going to make anything worse? He yells in anger, the outburst surprising even for Markus. He loudly grabs open the fridge door and pulls out a beer. He pops the top of the bottle off with his mouth and spits the lid at Bryn. He brings the neck to his mouth and in several quick gulps downs the entire bottle, which he then also tosses at Bryn. Throw those in the trash whore, and be quick about it. You have one more thing to do before you can rest. He looks around a bit, as if expecting to see his sister come storming out at all the noise. And be fucking quiet about it, Im not in the mood to deal with Mary right now. He realized at that moment, he never knew this girls name. He had stalked her, cut her fuel line, raped her brutally, brought her home, and decidied to marry her, but didnt know her name. He shrugged to himself at the thought, it didnt really matter what her name was did it.
Thread: Markus (Mayshar x FK)

Bryn screamed as she was backhanded, thrown back into the counter. She sobbed, sliding down some, until she was sitting on the floor, curling up from the pain. She began to cry in earnest then, her fear of Markus over riding any small bit of control she had. As he spit the lid at her, and a moment later threw the bottle, she flinched and shrunk back. She did as told though, grabbing both the lid and bottle, her hands shaking, and finding the trash can that sat at the end of the counter. She dropped them in, whimpering. She was still shivering from the cold water, and would have done nearly anything for a warm blanket to curl up under . . . she no longer even cared if it was clean. She did her best not to make any noise as she moved around, and tried to stop her sobs. She didn't want Markus any madder at her, he seemed to be growing more volatile every moment. She hoped that a little sleep would make him less likely to throttle her out of nowhere. After she dropped the bottle and the lid into the uncovered trash can, she moved so she was standing right by him again. She shook in fear, her head down, wanting to finish whatever task it was he had in mind so that she could sleep.
Thread: Markus (Mayshar x FK)

Markus turned and headed down the tight hallway. Though it was a trailer, there was surprisingly more room inside then you would have thought from looking at if from the outside. The rooms were a bit spacious, though it was still a trailer. He headed into the back bedroom, which must have obviously been his from the looks of it. Clothes were covering almost every inch of the room, and the smell, wow. He looked around a bit and sighed. Then he seemed to perk up some as he looked back at Brynn. You'll have to clean this up sometime. I forgot I had me a new slave. Thats what your going to do whenever your not doing me, clean my trailer. Understood? He asked the question with conviction, expecting only one answer. He let out a big yawn, then stretched before continuing. Right now though, I want you to take off all my clothes. I mean all of them. He turned around slowly to face her, his blue eyes glaring into her face. He was waiting for her to come to him and do as he commanded.
Thread: Markus (Mayshar x FK)

Bryn stopped just inside the door of Markus' bedroom. The smell threatened to knock her over, and she wasn't sure where she would be able to walk without stepping on . . something. She was trembling as she looked up at Markus. When he told she'd be basically spending all of her time cleaning, she felt something inside of her die. She had to clean this? She was quick to answer though, afraid of his wrath, Yes.. When he turned around to face her, Darkness in his eyes after giving a command that he didn't feel she was obeying fast enough, she nearly stumbled over herself to get to him. Her hands shook as she reached out for his shirt, grabbing the hem and moving to pull it up over his head. As slight as she was, it was a difficult task, but she managed, and was brought face to face with his hairy chest. She had never seen so much hair on a man. Most of the men she had involved herself with either had no hair, or shaved it all off. She had never known which was which, and had never asked. Now, however, she was faced with a man who smelled of musk, and had a full pelt on his chest. She trembled, and tried to stop crying as she fell to her knees, untying one of his boots and pulling. When she pulled it off she was shocked at the smell of his socks, and wondered if he ever changed them. She gagged a bit, choking on the smell and, a moment later, the taste int eh air. Still, she moved to the other boot, repeating the process. She took his socks off gingerly, afraid that touching them might give her some kind of illness, but she tried not to show it. She was surprised to find that even the knuckles of his toes had little dark hairs here and there. With his boots and sicks off she sat up on her knees some, and she sobbed as she removed his belt, dropping it to floor int eh room sized pile of clothing, and opened his pants. She pulled them down, and tried not to pay attention to the fact that she was faced with his crotch, hardly contained in his boxers. Finally she removed those as well, and sank back onto her heels, so that she was not even with his groin, which also smelled heavily of musk, and her body.
Thread: Markus (Mayshar x FK)

Markus eyed her intently as she moved to remove his shirt. His eyes watching her face as her eyes worked around hid body at her task. He could see the look of disgust when she saw his chest, a real mans chest. He couldnt imagine the preppy fuck pussies she was used to being with. It made him want to slap her right there, just for being s stupid yuppie whore. He restrained himself as she got down on her knees, a position he liked her being in. He watched her as she removed his boots and pants, knowing the smell was rancid. He hadnt showered in days and the sweat his body produced was something of legend. He had to admit himself, he needed a shower. He usually didnt like taking them, unless Mary was there to wash him, but he does have a new wife now, maybe its time she started to learn her duties. He reached down and grabbed his cock, stroking it a bit as he looks at Bryn sitting back on her heels. This cock still has you all over it, your scent lingers from my crotch. I can tell you want more dont you? Look at it darlin, dont you want more of Markus's cock? He shook his dick at her, encouraging her to crawl to him and take it, like a good little house slut.
Thread: Markus (Mayshar x FK)

Bryn sobbed some as he shook his cock at her, stroking it. She whimpered and shook her head a little, looking up at him with large pleasing eyes. Please . . please Markus . . . I . . . please let me rest . . . . Her words were trembling, and it was easy to see that she was afraid to speak them, she she really didn't want his dirty cock back in her mouth. She was terrified of him, but she hoped he would let her go, let her sleep . . . Her soaking wet hair clung to her face and her naked body as she looked up at him. She didn't want to get any closer to him, and that was part of her protest. She had been to afraid to notice his odor before, but now, here in his room, it was overwhelming. It was everywhere. It hit her in the face like a physical blow that this was going to be her new life. She was going to be raped every day, and she was going to be forced to clean his stinking, disgusting trailer.
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Markus became outraged when she wasnt moving towards him. He couldnt fathom why she would want to risk his wrath now. At the bar, he had sex to use against her to unleash his rage, now with his cock limp and dangling the only way for him to release it was brute force. He growled and lunged towards her, lifting her up off the floor by her hair. God damn it bitch, when I ask you a fuckin question I expect a mother fucking answer!! This time he didnt back hand her, he didnt slap her, he reached back and punched her in the jaw, hard. He didnt want to knock her out, not yet, but he was making his point very clear. He tossed her into his dresser, slamming it around knocking a picture over. Markus walked over to the dresser and lifted up the picture, he looked at it and chuckled. It was an old picture of him, a few years back. He set it back up facing Bryn, so she couldnt miss it. Now answer me, before I knock so many of your fuckin teeth out you wont be able to eat anything BUT my cock!! Do...you...want...more..of...Markus'...cock...? He paused with each word in case she was having a hard time hearing him, it was the only thing he could imagine keeping her from answering him. He pulled her down to her knees in front of him, his cock again hanging in front of her.
Thread: Markus (Mayshar x FK)

Bryn screamed as he grabbed her hair and lifted her up off of the floor. All the sense was knocked out of her though, when he punched her. She hit the dresser hard, crying out and sobbing as she crumbled to the floor. She didn't look at him for a moment, paralyzed from pain and fer as she cowered on the floor, trying to regain herself. Her sobs racked her entire body, and she wasn't sure how Mary, she assumed his sister, hadn't heard them yet. As he stalked toward her she looked up at him, terror in her eyes. When he set up the picture, she hardly noticed it, though she did. look. When he looked down at her, asking her the question again, as if she were dumb, she nodded. Her face hurt so bad she could hardly talked, and she didn't want to think about what her body would look like the next morning. Yes! Yes Markus . . . She sobbed and pushed herself to her knees, moving up to him, on hesitating when pain reminded her how abused her body was. She looked up at him, and without even touching him, she took his soft cock into her mouth. She could taste herself on him. Her juices, and her ass, and her blood, all mixed in with his own musk. She sobbed, and began to suck the flaccid cock, closing her eyes tightly. As his cock began to harden she felt her jaw begin to hurt worse, forced to open further.
Thread: Markus (Mayshar x FK)

Markus let her take him into her mouth, he watched her move in and out on his cock for a few moments. He could tell this was going to be a long, lovely relationship. Good, Im glad. But you cant have any more for now. You have work to do. He pulled himself out of her and headed back out of the bedroom. He walked out a few steps and looked back over his shoulders. Follow me, and quickly I want to get some sleep. I need a shower first. He headed down the hall a bit more and turned into the bathroom. The bathroom was actually quite big for the trailer, the shower was big enough for 2 people to easily fit inside and id even had a large tub. Most likely Markus had to have a custom bathroom built for his large body, so he and anyone else he wanted could fit in there with him. He stood inside the the doorway, completely naked and shouted back out at Bryn. Come turn this shower on, make sure its nice and hot. He leaned his exposed butt up against the cold porcelin sink, awaiting Bryn's arrival.
Thread: Markus (Mayshar x FK)

It took Bryn a moment to get up, her sore body protesting as she tried to stand. She was afraid that in the morning she would be completely unable to move. She managed to stand though, and followed Markus down the hall, When she saw him leaning against the sink she dropped her head some, looking away from him. Somewhere along the line she had run out of tears, and now her bruising face was graced with bright red eyes. She stepped forward and turned on the shower, waiting for it to warm up. When the steam started to roll up from it, and she had made sure that it wasn't too hot to handle, she backed away and left a clear path for him, her eyes on the floor. She pressed her back against the cool wall, her arms reaching up to curl over her breasts, her hands against one shoulder, joining. Every tie she moved, she felt another forming bruise, and when she looked into the mirror across form her she stared at her image, aghast. Her face was already an array of colors, and her breasts were starting to bruise too. She could see a number of other bruises beginning to show too. By morning she would be every possible color under the sun. Still, she found she had no more tears to spare that night, so she jsut stared at the ghost of her beauty, and wondered if it would ever return to her . . or if she even wanted it too. Maybe if it didn't Markus would tire of her and cast her out.
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Markus couldnt help but follow every move of her body as she went about her task. The sight of her battered body turn him on some, he just couldnt resist. He even reached out and slapped her ass once as she was preparing the water for him. Once she was satisfied with the heat and backed up against the wall, he looked over at her and smiled, seeming a bit more cheered up. Dont worry darlin, ill give you time to heal. It aint no fun always fuckin a bitch who looks like a clown. Besides, im going to ENJOY de-virginizing that ass a second time. You know, the second time is almost as bad as the first. He winks at her rather incredously, and steps up into the shower. He rubs his chest and face a bit then turns around to look at her again. You must have to piss darlin, you havent gone all night. Why dont you sit right down on the toilet there and let it out. He watches her with one eye, the other closed from water running over the pupil and forcing him to protect it. Though busy getting himself wet all over, he seems to be deadly serious about his request.
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Bryn's ass still stung from his slap as she looked up at him, surprised at his words. She wanted to run from him, the thought of him taking her ass again, at any point, terrifying her. She had only begun to think about that though, when he mentioned using the toilet. She gave a shameful little sob at that. She wanted to tell him no, that she couldn't pee with someone watching her, but the lat time she had tried to deny him, she had gotten punched in the jaw. So instead, she forced herself to move over to the toilet- which needed cleaned as badly as his room- and sat down. She felt herself turn red as he head dropped. At first, as she tried, it hurt. She couldn't imagine peeing wit him watching, even as she turned her head form him and closed her eyes. It was impossible. She trembled and whimpered. It took her nearly five minutes to even get her bladder to recognize what she wanted it to do. She felt herself turn redder as she finally let loose, closing her eyes tighter and trying not to think about him watching her. As she pissed, she felt it burn. They had ripped into her pussy nearly as bad as they had first ripped into her ass, and the urine burned and stung. When she was nearly done she felt some run back over her ass and she cried out, clenching a fist until her knuckles turned white. When she was finally done she grabbed a bit of toilet paper- which she hoped was cleaner than everything else int eh trailer- and wiped, flushing the toilet and looking up at him. It wasn't until a minute later that she realized she had made a dire mistake.
Thread: Markus (Mayshar x FK)

Markus watched her with intensity, glad to see she simply followed his order without protest. He began to get rather perturbed at her taking so long and the anger was growing on his face with each passing moment. Finally he smiled as he saw her let loose, in one of the most degrading acts a person can do, using the bathroom in front of someone else. Good job darlin, now thats bet..... He was suddenly cut off by her scream, his face instantly boiling with rage. He rushed out of the shower and grabbed her by the throat, cutting off any chance of further noise from escaping her lungs. I fucking told you to stay quiet!! His rage was boiling over, he grabbed her by the back of the head and forced her entire head down into the still flushing toilet, some of her own piss still mixed with the water inside. Spittle drops from his mouth onto her back as he leans over her, forcing her head down, wanting to hear her gurgle and choke on her own piss. He pulls her out suddenly and tosses her into the shower, slamming her hard against the wall. He watches as she slides down in pain onto the floor of the shower. He lets out a big sigh, and walks over to the bathroom door. From this angle Bryn can see his back is just as hairy as his chest. He closes and locks it, the loud click sounding like a prison cell locking. He turns back around, hot water still dripping all over his body, his long black hair stuck to his chest. Now, at least we'll have a chance to finish my shower even if she does wake up. I dont want her rushing in here trying to please me right now, thats going to be your job. He steps into the shower and pulls her up to her feet. Markus hands her the soap and hand scrunchy, his eyes locking onto hers again. Now, bitch wash my entire body. Leave nothing untouched, and I do mean nothing.
Thread: Markus (Mayshar x FK)

Bryn gasped in fear, looking up at Markus as his hand closed brutally around her throat. She grabbed at his arm, struggling in his gasp as she fought for air. She trembled as he yelled at her, grabbing her hair and turning her around. As her head was shoved into the toilet, and she gasped at the sudden presence of air, she found the toilet water- dirty from t he toilet already- and her own urine in her mouth. She choked, and coughed, as the clean water rushed back up, water filling her mouth and her lungs. When Markus pulled her out she was still coughing, even as she hit the inside of the shower she was coughing. She sobbed, miraculously finding new tears as she crumpled into the bottom of the shower. At least the water was hot, she thought, as she tried to clear her lungs of piss and toilet water. She sobbed as Markus got back into the shower, and she looked up at him. He glared down at her, and she was more afraid than ever, P-Please Markus . . . She quit speaking as Markus opened his mouth, ordering her to bathe him. Pulling herself off of the floor of the shower, she took the soap and body sponge from him. She soaped the sponge, trying to stop crying. She started with his neck and shoulders, which was a bit of a reach for her, and she began scrubbing. She realized that now she would really have to look at him. She sobbed at the thought. Her sponge made it down one arm, to his hand and back up, scrubbing one hair arm pit as good as she could before repeating the process with the other arm. She came to his chest then, and was forced to look at his muscular pecs as she scrubbed through his dark hair. He looked like a bear, she thought, and trembled. Grizzly, she thought, was a proper assessment. A feral grizzly bear. She moved down his body, once again finding herself on her knees again, scrubbing his crotch, soaping his cock and balls. She tried to stop crying as she worked down one leg, scrubbing even his feet. She felt the shame of that, the submission nearly crushed her. Only slaves were forced to wash the feet of others, and she realized for the first time that to him, that was what she was. She gave another small sob, and worked back up his other leg, moving behind him. As she came to his ass, she swallowed another sob, forcing it down, using the scrubber to get between his ass cheeks, cleaning from his taint all the way up his crack, scrubbing both ass cheeks. She stood as she reached his waist, scrubbing his back as well, all the way up to his neck, pushing his hair aside timidly, over his shoulder so she could scrub his neck properly. She backed up some then, the bath puff falling limp to her side as she looked up to him. He hadn't told her to wash his hair, and she wasn't sure if he wanted her to. She also knew she couldn't reach his head without a little help from him.
Thread: Markus (Mayshar x FK)

Markus stood there unmoving, making her lift and move every single part of him as she worked over his body. His gaze was on her constantly, each sob getting him more and more aroused. He looked deep into her eyes as she washed his neck and face, having nowhere else for her to look. A small grin broke onto his face as he saw the defeat in her eyes. He let her move down his arm and work on his chest, his head bowed, looking down to the top of her head. He never said a word as she got down on her knees and washed his cock and balls. She could tell he was starting to get hard again, it seemed as if he was nearly insatiable. He didnt help her lift his leg to wash the bottom of his feet at all, forcing her to hold up the weight of his powerful leg on her own. He manager to keep his balance, quite used to doing this. His sister never had the privlidge of his help with anything either. He shifts his weight as she works the other leg, still his gaze never leaving her. When she moves around to his ass, he leans his head back and shakes his long hair right in her face, stinging her like whips with his ends. He lets the hot water cascade onto his face as he waits for her to finish with his ass. He reaches back with one hand as she moves his hair over his shoulder and starts on his back. He starts rubbing her leg and ass as he lets her finish with his hairy back. Once she is down and steps back, he turns around to face her, blowing water off of his face and out of his mouth. He picks up the thick strands of hair matted on either side of his face. You arent done yet, whats a matter little darlin, cant reach? He smiles as he takes the soap and body sponge from her and places them back on the rack. He grabs the shampoo and squirts it into her hands. Let me help you. He walks in close to her, right up against her in fact. He reaches around behind her back and grabs her by the bottom of her ass. He slowly lifts her up into the air, where she can now easily reach his hair. He lets her wet sore body slide up his, until he was holding her ass up at his chest. His mouth, having access to her clit. In the first unselfish move Markus has made towards Bryn, he gently starts licking her clit with his tongue.