I watched as the nude girl brought my food to the table, a well prepared steak, and wondered how she got here. A brown haired, fair skinned girl with deep brown eyes, probably around eight or nine, and cute as hell. Nevertheless, she walked and worked for me in a fashion that was almost professional, only showing emotion during sex.

Allow me to explain. I am seventeen, and I am Baron George d'Elbard. We were in war now, and so my parents sent me to this remote country mansion, large and spacious, with too many rooms to know what to do with. The only companion they sent with me was the aforementioned slave. She wore a collar around her neck, an ornate, metal, decorative thing, which was enchanted so that, if I focused, I could make it choke her or electrocute her. Interestingly enough, she sometimes asked me to shock her, for a reward.

Her name was Elizabeth. I had no idea where she came from, and only knew that her family had been loyal to my family since forever. Typically, we were older when assigned to each other, but circumstances changed. She wore nothing around the house, and only put on clothing when going to town for me. She was a quiet, servile girl, but when she smiled or showed emotion, I loved her to no end. It was wrong for me to love a commoner, but, when you lived isolated as I did, you made do with it. She loved having sex and being demeaned, which I did not understand, but I attended to her wishes, even as she attended to mine. Although she was good company, I wished I could go into town with her on the horse drawn carriage, but she always promised me "Someday, but not today." She was my only connection to the outside world. She brought me the newspapers that still told of the war, and other things too, such as the car in America, and the new German underwater boats. I relied on her utterly, and when she was gone, I wandered around aimlessly, talking to the books in the great library in the house, perhaps reading one or two.

Anyways, back to the dinner. "Is it satisfactory, sir?" she asked, a smile playing around her lips. That usually signified she wanted a "reward". So I gave it to her.

"Like hell it is!" I roared, scaring her. She collected herself quickly and calmly, and bowed her head a tiny bit.

"What about it displeases you, my master?" she asked, her head still down. I glanced down at the steak, perfectly cut, cooked so that it was a charred brown on the outside, yet still juicy pink on the inside. The cuts were nearly perfect, and the placement was beautiful. I had to think for a few seconds.

"The tip!" I said triumphantly. "It is too burnt!" Well, of course it was. There was no way to get a steak cooked so well and not char the tip a bit, and we both knew it. But she liked it this way, so I played along with it. Picking up the tip of the steak, I threw it on the ground. Pointing at it, I said "I would not feed that to dogs! And yet you feed it to me! For this, you must be punished. You are not to eat at all tonight, except for what I allow you too, in my room tonight. You are also to crawl like a dog until I let you otherwise.

Understand?"

She got on her hands and knees immediately, then looked up to me and nodded. "Good. Open your mouth." She did. I spat in it. She swallowed immediately, mouth showing revulsion but eyes glinting with lust. "Now..." I glanced at my water cup, which was still full. "Go get me some water!" She hurried off, crawling, as I sat down to eat. Making her get water was an excuse to let her eat and drink. I didn't actually want to starve her; that part was just for show.

She came back, crawling on all fours, a pitcher in one of her hands, just as I finished the delicious steak dinner she made. Not wanting to sound ungrateful, I shouted at her. "You are too late! I have already finished my food! I shall now punish you!" I paused and met her eyes, as I did each time before the "punishment", just to make sure that she was actually ready for it. Just the barest bit of a nod. She was ready.

I concentrated. The wrought metal collar, shiny and new looking, at her throat sparked. Her body jerked and the pitcher fell onto the floor, spilling its contents. She ignored it as she thrashed on the floor, her hands clawing at her neck. I almost wanted to stop there, but every time I stopped early, she made me keep going right afterwards.

So I kept on going, for the allotted three minutes. I was barely able to keep track of the count in my head, so caught up was I with her body, now wet with the water she had spilled. I don't know what was so arousing about it, but my cock grew hard as I watched her thrash, helpless, unable to escape or move or do anything.

I finally stopped focusing, and the collar stopped sparking. She lay there for several seconds, breathing hard. I let her, for I could not speak clearly for a bit. Finally, I cleared my throat. "Look at what you have done." I gestured to the water. "I want you to lap up all that, like the dog you are. Afterwards, meet me in my room. Be prepared."

I went up to my room, and got the stuff ready. My room was reasonably big, the master bedroom. In the center, up against the wall, facing the door, was a huge master bed, with gilded red decorations. A dresser stood to the left of the bed, and the right led off to a large, marble tiled bathroom. I walked across the carpeted floor, reveling in the soft feeling. I stripped naked, and rubbed some ointment from a jar onto my cock. It warmed me, and I felt my cock getting harder than it already was. I took out some supplies that we sometimes used from the chest of drawers opposite the dresser, on the other side of the bed. Among them were a whip, several pairs of handcuffs, a cup, and a gag. There were many others, but these were the ones I planned to use tonight. Then, I laid on the bed and waited, my cock pointing straight to the heavens.

She crawled up soon enough. She had prepared well and quickly, and her eyes were lined with mascara and her cheeks just barely blushed. Her lips were a rich, sensual red, and I almost couldn't breathe as I looked at her. I got off the bed and faced her, my cock almost hitting her nose. I felt her breath as she opened her tongue and panted, ready to go at my cock. But not yet.

"Get on the bed." I growled. A twinge of disappointment flashed on her face, but was quickly covered up again by her impassive and servile demeanor. I made her get on the bed on her stomach, and her juicy ass stood out from her body.

First, I roughly molested her. This was our equivalent of foreplay. I ran my cock over her body first, pausing a bit at her cracks and her face. Then, I took my hands and manhandled her, relishing the touch of her soft skin, and loving how she weakly struggled, more pushing against me than away from me. She moaned as I pulled at her pussy flaps, and licked her lips in anticipation when I paused with both my thumbs at her ass.

I got back up, even though I really didn't want to. My cock was nearly purple with tension, and there was nothing more I wanted than to fuck her, and fuck her hard. However, I needed to give Elizabeth some pleasure as well, however twisted her idea of pleasure may be.

I took the whip I had laid out. It was a dark looking, knitted leather thing, made for show and use. I didn't give warning before I turned around and slashed it across her back, leaving an angry red mark. Her body jerked and she cried out in pain, but she stayed the same, laying on her stomach on the bed.

I whipped her countless times more, and each time she spasmed and cried out, and her face was a mess of tears and snot when I was done. Her back and ass were crisscrossed with red marks, but none of them bleeding.

"What's the matter, bitch? Can't take punishment?" Oh how I loathed saying those words to her. Elizabeth was the most precious to me; I loved her. And she made me do this.

"N-n-no sir." she replied, hiccupping.

"Hah!" I replied. "Well, let's get your filthy face cleaned up, and then we'll see what more punishment I can add."

I carried her, making no move to be gentle with her back, although I wanted to, to the large marble bathroom. I began to fill the bath with hot water, and the place grew steamy. She was dumped unceremoniously on the ground, where I proceeded to have her lick my feet. It tickled, in a very sensual way.

When the bath was full, I shoved her in, paying no attention to the water that spilled out. Elizabeth yelped as she came into contact with the nearly scalding water, her back probably a mess of pain right now. She began to reluctantly, slowly scrub her body, forgetting about the tear and snot on her face.

"Bitch, you're supposed to be dirty and pretty, not clean and ugly!" She had the time for just a glance before I grabbed her by the head, burying my fingers in her hair, and shoved her face in the water. She struggled a bit, displacing some more water, and her ass came out. I spanked it.

I held her underwater for a bit, then took her head out. I observed Elizabeth's gasping face, and ran a finger down her cheek. Then I slapped her. "Still not pretty enough. Time to go back down."

She had no time for a breath before she was drowning again, in the hot, hot water. Detachedly, I wondered what she thought about down there, whether she ever considered if I would really drown her. I wouldn't of course, but she didn't know that.

I dragged her back up, and slapped her again, on both cheeks. Then, without warning, she went down again. This was the risky part. I had to hold her underwater so she came very close to drowning, without actually drowning. Elizabeth claimed this part turned her on the most, and her fingers did indeed move to her pussy and begin to thrash, slapping and penetrating her tiny clit. The other hand went to her nonexistent tits, where they pulled at the nipples, as if trying to get them larger.

I held her underwater long enough for her air bubbles to be gone. The hand at her pussy moved weakly, and the one at her nipple simply grabbed and pulled, no more. Her legs collapsed under her. This time, I pulled her whole upper body out, and, seeing her frighteningly blue face, I did what she had told me to do every time; I punched her in the stomach, hard. She choked and vomited water into the bath, and her face gradually changed back to its nice, tan brown. I fondled her chin as she coughed out the last of it. "Perfect." I said, giving her the most evil smile I could. She smiled weakly back.

I tossed Elizabeth carelessly onto the marble floor, where she slid a bit. She got up onto her hands and knees, but appeared too weak to move. "Awww...has the bitch had anything to eat yet?" I asked.

She shook her head no. I smiled. "Well than, dog, time to get you something to drink." I swayed my hips meaningfully, causing my cock to wiggle back and forth. Her eyes became wide and unbelieving, a move that she knew would turn me on even more.

"Open your mouth." I ordered, and she opened to just the perfect O that would accept my cock. I pushed the head and a bit of the shaft into her mouth. I closed my eyes, savoring her moist, hot breath, her warm, wet tongue, and the feel of her mouth, gently sucking without even meaning to.

I could barely get myself to defile her, to piss inside that perfect mouth, those perfect lips. The hot golden stream rushed out, and the satisfaction was almost as good as cumming as I watched her close her eyes and drink every last drop. She pulled off slowly, savoring it, and breathed heavily as she licked the last stray droplets of the tip.

"You're still thirsty, bitch?" She jerked a bit. I was glad that I was able to surprise her, even though we had lived with each other for so long. "Don't move." I said sternly.

I got the cup from off the dresser. It was a nice porcelain mug, strong but a bit brittle, with ornate blue Chinese designs. I walked back to find Elizabeth squatting, her pussy wide open, as if she knew what would come next. Damn, it seemed like she could predict me after all.

"It's time for your bathroom break, little bitch." I said. She showed no reaction to the demeaning words, just stared at the cup. I slid it under her pussy. She looked at me. "Well, bitch? We haven't got all day here. Piss!"

It turned out, I still surprised her. It was a nice feeling, being able to provide a surprise for a girl who expected no more. Her face turned red as she tried to piss for me, but couldn't. So I got the whip back out and whipped her a bit, then kicked her in the ass. Finally, I used my fingers and drew the piss out, which ended up being a combination of cum and pee.

It splashed into the cup, filling it about halfway. Elizabeth wiped herself with her own fingers, and licked them clean. "Drink it, bi- " I hadn't even finished before she took the mug and drank it all down, licking her lips after she finished. Damn, she was better than I thought.

We went back to the bed, Elizabeth still a bit unsteady. I handcuffed her, behind her back. Then, I had her turn to me, still kneeling. It was time to get a bit more serious.

I forced my cock down her throat, all the way to the back, on the first thrust. She had taken me too many times before to choke easily, and I had to wait a whole few minutes before she started to gag. For revenge, I let her gag a bit longer than she usually did, and she shot me a look as she coughed spit onto the carpet. Then, I facefucked her while holding her nose, letting her almost strangulation with each thrust turn me on to new levels. Her mouth was exquisite, and her brown hair brushed back and forth with each bob she used to meet my thrusts.

I came, pulling my cock out of her throat and shooting my load all over her face. I plastered her well, thanks to the ointment, and she could barely open her eyes without getting cum in them. I let her scoop a bit to eat, before dragging her back to the bath and forcing her head under running water again, cleaning her face.

When we I stood in the bedroom to examine her again, I was surprised at how much she hadn't changed. Despite all we went through, her face was more or less the same. The make up had washed off, her eyes were redder, and her cheeks were blushed with lust, but that was it. Her back was marked, but the rest of her body was still perfect.

We finally got down to fucking. I plugged her ass with a fat, long dildo that probably violated way further than her ass, while I fucked her pussy. I shoved her against the wall for maximum leverage, forcing my cock deep into her with each thrust. She cried out in pain and pleasure, and squealed even harder as I bit at her nipples.

I felt the pressure building up, and fought to keep it down. I wanted to rape her hard, to damage her permanently, to make her not able to walk for a day, a week, a year. Lust intermingled with primal rage as I split her in two. I barely felt the orgasm, for I was hard almost immediately again, and I ignored my seed dripping out of her ravaged pussy, I ignored the way she slowly slid toward the ground, her eyes glazed over. She must have cum several times, to be so weak like that.

I totally ignored it, and grabbed her by her hair. She offered only token resistance as I turned her around and slammed her face into the wall. I was all beast now, and no ounce of humanity remained in the way I tore the stick out of her ass and shoved it up her protesting pussy.

I shoved my cock up her tiny, tight asshole. She clawed and slammed at the unyielding wall in front of her as I took her from behind like a beast, leaving no inch of her ass violated.

She screamed in her cracking voice as my thrusts shook the core of her being, and she squealed as I pulled her sensitive nipples down. At the very end, she was too tired to resist anymore, and moved like a rag doll, swaying back and forth as I did.

When I finished, we both slumped to the ground. I was exhausted, and my hips were sore, just as they were every night. Elizabeth huddled in a ball, breathing hard, as she did when I really made her feel good.

We stay like that for a while, then we took a bath together. This bath was totally nice and clean. I scrubbed and massaged her gently, and she cleaned me all over. After we felt clean, we both went to the bed and got in. She ignored her inflamed red pussy and painful looking ass, and snuggled up close to me, rubbing against me.

"How was it?" I asked, wondering what she would say.

She turned to me and favored me with a sexy smile. "I loved it. We should do something like that every night..."

"We already do." I replied, laughing.

She laughed too, and we laughed together, the two of us, almost all alone in our isolated little world.