Ravaged

She sits on her knees mumbling to herself
Loneliness has taken her, taken her deep within
her mind wanders, wandering scarce
Waiting to be found, wanting to be owned
She awaits for her belonging
She is wandering lost
Lost in this reality, in this world
Watching the soft ground as it passes
Passing by with her every tiny step
Not paying attention as usual
Suddenly stopping as she runs into something
Not something but into someone
She looks at the ground, then at her feet,
Looking, seeing the new set, larger than hers
Not moving, heart starts pounding in her chest
As she feels his closeness
Closeness of his touch,
the heat of his breath, his mysterious stare, curiosity
He looks down at her, she slowly steps back
Slowly moving her gaze up to his,
gazing into his soft smoky bluish grey eyes
She blushes many shades, fidgeting
With his wicked grin,
she instantly looks away, bowing her head
He reaches for her chin, gently but forcefully touching her
She closes her dark empty eyes
A touch she has never felt before
He brings her face up, looking down at her
"Open your eyes" he demands
The sound of his low stern voice makes her jump
She slowly looks up, locking into his gaze
"Sorry sir", she mumbles softly trying to look away
"You are coming with me" he orders
With her hesitation, he grabs her wrist
Dragging her, "Dont be afraid you will do fine"
struggling, he walks her through a door
Dark inside, creepishly quiet, still moving
He stops her with a handful of hair
"Oh, please sir", she begs, struggling
Forcing her to kneel, he walks around her
Finding what he needs
He takes a sharp object cutting up the back of her blouse
grabbing the front as she gasps, shivering
He rips her blouse from her hands
Exposing her breasts, her entire naked body
he runs his finger nails up her back
Arching, slightly moaning with his rough touch
Grabbing her arm pulling her up
He takes her to his bed, forcefully tying her to it
"Shall we start?" He smirks
She tries to look at him, "But, sir...l..."
her voice shaky and scared
He grabs the back of it her head
Getting close, his heat, his strength
As he gets close enough he smells her fear
He drops her head,
taking his whip into his hand
He starts to count as he swings
She moans with his first hit,
Feeling the burning on her naked soft skin
She arches, again and again with each strike
As he switches to his hands
he gets harder, as he gets closer
Leaning in, straddling her he whispers in her ear
"You my dear now belong to me!"
As he digs his nails into her making her cry out
Taking his hardness and shoving it into her warmth
Fucking her until he is finished
He lays next to her as she is still tied to the bed
Caressing her, running his finger along each welt left behind
With his wicked grin.....