Chapter 6

MATURE CONTENTS AHEAD ⚠️

Hazel pants heavily, her body trembling with anticipation as Damon positions himself at her entrance. She can feel the heat of his cock, the promise of the brutal fucking to come.

"Oh please, Master," she begs, her voice desperate and pleading. "I need it so badly. I need to feel you inside me, stretching me wide, claiming me as your own."

She rocks her hips back against him, seeking friction, craving the penetration that will bring her both agony and ecstasy.

"I'm nothing without you," Hazel continues, her words tumbling out in a rush. "Just a pathetic, worthless whore. But with your cock filling me, I'm somebody. I'm your loyal slave, your willing victim, ready to endure anything for your pleasure."

Damon's eyes flash with sadistic glee at Hazel's debased pleas, her willingness to debase herself further for his enjoyment. With a savage thrust, he impales her on his monstrous cock, splitting her open and burying himself to the hilt.

"Fucking take it, bitch," he roars, his voice echoing off the walls as he begins to rut into her savagely, each brutal stroke driving her deeper into the floor.

"This is what you wanted, isn't it? To be used like a cheap cumrag, to have your insides torn apart by my demonic cock?"

Damon's claws dig into Hazel's hips, marking her flesh as he pounds into her mercilessly, his balls slapping against her clit with every powerful thrust.

Hazel screams in agonized ecstasy as Damon's monstrous cock ravages her, each brutal thrust tearing a fresh cry from her throat. Her hands scrabble desperately at the floor, seeking purchase, but finding none against the smooth stone.

"Yes, Master!" she wails, her voice raw and ragged.

"Yes, this is what I crave! To be destroyed by you, broken beyond repair!"

The pain is exquisite, all-consuming, setting every nerve alight with forbidden pleasure. Hazel can feel her sanity fraying at the edges, unraveling with each punishing stroke of Damon's cock.

"I'm nothing, Master!" she sobs, her words interspersed with choked moans. "Nothing but a set of holes for you to ruin! Please, don't stop!"

Damon's lips curl into a wicked grin, his eyes glinting with malicious delight at Hazel's complete and utter submission. He pistons into her harder, faster, his pace becoming almost frenzied as he chases his release.

"That's right, you filthy whore," he snarls, his voice dripping with venom. "Surrender yourself to me, mind, body and soul. Let me tear away every last shred of your humanity until all that remains is an empty husk, a vessel for my depraved desires."

With a final, brutal thrust, Damon hilts himself deep inside Hazel's battered cunt, his cock pulsing as he floods her with his seed. He grinds against her, ensuring every drop takes root, marking her irrevocably as his property.

"Now you belong to me,"

Hazel's world goes white as Damon's orgasm triggers hers, waves of intense pleasure crashing over her in relentless succession. She convulses around him, her inner walls clenching rhythmically as she milks his cock for every last drop of his infernal essence.

"Yes, Master!" she chants, her voice barely audible over the thunderous pounding of her heart. "Yours, always yours! Fill me, claim me, make me yours forevermore!"

As the aftershocks subside, Hazel collapses forward, her spent body crumpling to the ground. She lies there, panting and trembling, a puddle of sweat and semen pooling beneath her. Damon's mark burns on her skin, a tangible reminder of the depths of her degradation and the heights of her devotion.

"Thank you, Master," she whispers, her voice hoarse and broken. "

Damon withdraws from Hazel's limp form, his softening cock leaving a trail of pearly fluid in its wake. He looks down at her sprawled across the floor, a twisted sense of satisfaction warming his chest at the sight of her debasement.

"You're welcome, pet," he says, his tone cool and detached despite the fire still smoldering in his eyes. "But don't think this means you've earned any respite. Your training has only just begun."

Damon reaches down, his fingers closing around Hazel's chin and lifting her face towards his. His gaze bores into hers, dark and unyielding.

"From now on, you'll serve me in every way imaginable," he declares, his voice dripping with menace. "You'll be my plaything, my toy, my fucktoy."

Hazel nods eagerly, her eyes shining with manic devotion even through the haze of pain and exhaustion. She licks her lips, tasting the mingled flavors of their coupling, savoring the bitter tang of her own degradation.

"Yes, Master," she breathes, her voice barely above a whisper. "I am yours to command, yours to mold, yours to break and remake as you see fit."

She struggles to rise, her legs trembling beneath her weight. Once upright, she sways slightly, catching herself on the edge of the table before bowing deeply to Damon, her head lowered in supplication.

"How may I serve you next, Master?" Hazel asks, her tone deferential and eager. "What new torments do you have in store for your devoted slave?"

A cruel smile plays at the corners of Damon's mouth as he watches Hazel struggle to her feet, reveling in the evidence of his dominance etched into every line of her body. He steps closer, looming over her smaller frame, his presence commanding and intimidating.

"Next, you'll learn the true meaning of servitude," he announces, his voice low and menacing. "You'll attend to my every need, no matter how base or degrading. You'll be my footstool, my spittoon, my living toilet."

Damon grabs a fistful of Hazel's hair, yanking her head back roughly to force eye contact. His eyes bore into hers, cold and pitiless.

"And if you fail to meet my expectations, if you dare to displease me in any way..."

Can I sleep please I'm really tired and my training starts tomorrow" Hazel said with sleepy eyes

Damon's expression darkens at Hazel's request, his patience wearing thin. He stalks closer, towering over her once more, his presence suffocating.

"SLEEP?" he barks out, his voice echoing through the chamber. "You dare ask for rest after the privilege of servicing me? After begging for the chance to prove your worth as my slave?"

He grabs Hazel by the throat, his claws digging in just enough to make her gasp for air. His eyes blaze with fury as he hauls her up to stand on her toes, forcing her to meet his glare.

"You will not rest until I deem it fitting," he growls, his hot breath washing over her face. "And tomorrow, your training will begin in earnest. But tonight...tonight, you will endure something far worse than mere fatigue."