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Post by patrick dmitri schreyer on Feb 5, 2010 1:06:07 GMT -5
Patrick couldn’t really give a flying fuck what Faith wanted now he knew that this was going to be a fun morning, well fun for him anyway he wasn’t really sure if Faith was going to like the morning ahead of her but for Patrick he just wanted to release his anger onto someone. Faith was the first slave that popped into his mind and Faith would be the first slave that he would release his anger on. His other two slaves would get the same treatment as Faith did but he guessed that Val already got the tip of the iceberg so to speak it was back when he actually cared about people but not now. Patrick continued to whip Faith this was only the start of thing of course he loved to start things of with the whip.
Patrick cracked the whip over Faith’s nipples and then cracked the whip over her nipples again. Patrick herd Faith yell at him he smiled at her. So little Faith thought that this wasn’t him well then she was indeed in for a real shock wasn’t she. Without a word Patrick cracked the whip across Faith’s mouth. He did that to let her know not to speak at him anymore. Patrick cracked the whip over Faith stomach one last time before putting the whip away, he was finished with the whip for now anyway. Patrick then picked up another device. Patrick picked up the vibrator and shoved it into Faith’s pussy and strapped it in. Patrick then turned the vibrator on it’s highest setting and stood back to watch how Faith would react to this.
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Post by faith lilith williams on Feb 5, 2010 20:39:34 GMT -5
Faith winced and cried out when Patrick whipped across her mouth. Faith didn't want this...she'd rather deal with Allan fucking her than this. Faith whimpered as Patrick continued to whip her harshly across her hurt body. Faith didn't want this anymore. She was slowly losing herself. Pain was normally pleasure for Faith, but this was too much. Faith was starting to grow faint and limp. She could feel herself weaken...and with that her hard exterior was slowly deteriorating. Faith's eyes started to haze as she was exhausted. Patrick was her master and for once in her life she was willing to please. Patrick was different, he hadn't given up on her...like the others she knew. Faith bit her lip as Patrick whipped her one last time across her stomach. Allan was going to hate how weak she had become and he was going to hate the damage that Patrick caused on her. Faith breathed deeply as Patrick put away the whip. That part of the danger was over and she was glad of that.
However, Faith knew that she wasn't out of the woods just yet. She felt Patrick push something into her pussy and already knew it was a vibrator. She didn't know how she knew but she had a feeling that in this position a dildo wouldn't suffice for fucking her. Faith watched with glazed eyes as Patrick strapped the vibrator in and turned it to the highest setting. Faith felt its vibrations inside her already violated and abused pussy. More blood dripped down but Patrick wouldn't care. Faith couldn't even moan or be aroused. She was way too exhausted for this.
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Post by patrick dmitri schreyer on Feb 6, 2010 22:08:09 GMT -5
Patrick wasn’t finished with Faith yet he could continued violating her body until he collapsed he was amazed that he was still standing after the amount of alcohol that he had drank in the past few hours. Patrick just stood back and watched the vibrator that was in her pussy on the highest setting that it could reach he wondered how long Faith could last herself but he wasn’t worried about that now. Patrick closed his eyes but opened them again he could feel himself slowly slipping into that wonderful sleep but he had to push himself a little bit more but then again if he fell asleep he could always continue on what he was doing with Faith with a fresh mind. Patrick would continued and do all that he could before passing out though he didn’t know when that would be.
Patrick slowly walked over toward his closest he was wobbling a little bit he could felt like sleeping and maybe a shower when he woken up. Patrick knew that he was going to have a huge headache in the morning but that didn’t care much for him now. Patrick took out another vibrator, it was a much larger one than the one that was already in Faith’s pussy, he smiled and turned back to Faith wondering what was going through the girl’s mind right about now. Patrick walked back to Faith he slipped and rolled over the ground.
Patrick gathered up his strength and stood up again, he really should just go to bed. Patrick continued to walk over to Faith he shoved the vibrator up her arse and strapped it in. Turning this vibrator onto the highest setting. Patrick turned the arm chair towards his bed so Faith was facing his bed, he walked over to his bed and sat down. Patrick suddenly collapsed and fell asleep with Faith still chained to his arm chair and two vibrators strapped into her.
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Post by faith lilith williams on Feb 6, 2010 23:02:58 GMT -5
Faith continued to just sit there, the vibrator still pulsing inside her pussy. Faith started to nod her head as she could feel sleep take over. Her vision was hazy and she could care less to see what was happening. Her hearing was starting to impair as well. It was like she was slowly slipping into an abyss...which in a way she was. However if she fell asleep maybe she would be okay. Well...maybe. If Patrick fell asleep, then she would definitely be okay. She could barely hear Patrick moving away from her. Then she heard a rustling which meant he was more than likely getting another torture device that was technically supposed to be used for pleasure. Faith didn't make a sound when she heard a loud crash. It meant that Patrick was starting to pass out and that he fell on the floor. When Patrick shoved the vibrator up her ass she didn't make a sound. Not even a grunt. It hurt, but the pain subsided as she was still slowly falling asleep. She felt the chair move and concluded that Patrick was moving it closer to the bed. She heard a soft thud and heard loud breathing. Patrick had fallen asleep and Faith was sitting, with two vibrators in her at the highest setting, strapped in an arm chair.
Well...I should just fall asleep. My fucking body hurts and it'll hurt more later on. I need to sleep and then everything will be better. For a little while. Faith told herself. She relaxed her body and started to drift off to sleep. That was all she needed right now, a nice long sleep.
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Post by patrick dmitri schreyer on Feb 8, 2010 4:39:39 GMT -5
Patrick slept he didn’t dream nor did he ever have a thought f Faith that had two vibrators stuck up her on the highest setting. Patrick slept through not giving anything another thought. Patrick opened his eyes hours latter he rolled over to his window after seeing sunlight peek through his curtains. Yawning Patrick looked over to see Faith still chained to his arm chair with the two vibrators stuck in her he smiled. Patrick rubbed his eyes he had a massive headache now he should’ve expected this from last night but the previous night was a little bit fuzzy. Patrick yawned again and walked out of his bedroom, he started to make himself a cup off coffee.
It wasn’t long before he was pouring himself coffee into his cup, he walked to the fridge and got out the milk to pour it in his coffee as well. Putting the milk away he picked the cup and took a few sips. Patrick walked back into his bedroom and placed the cup of coffee onto his bedside table.
He slapped Faith a little bit to wake her up. “Wake up.” Patrick said, he took the vibrators out of her body and threw them aside. Patrick then stuck his cock into her pussy and began to pound at it. It didn’t take him long to reach his climax and Patrick cummed into her pussy. Patrick unchained Faith from his arm chair and dragged her to his kitchen, walking towards her cloths he picked them up and threw them at Faith. “Out.” Patrick ordered Faith.
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Post by faith lilith williams on Feb 8, 2010 11:04:52 GMT -5
Faith, surprisingly enough, was able to sleep fine. And dream a little bit. She dreamt of all the good times back when she first met Allan and started living with him. Her parents had thrown her in an orphanage a long time ago and she ran away once she was old enough to. She had come to the alley way that night just to sleep because anywhere else to her meant being sent back to the hell hole that all the other kids had called a home. Her parents didn't want her, they didn't even want a child, but they had her and now she wanted to be on her own. That morning someone had scared her and it had been Allan, he was older than her and bigger than she was. She had told him her name and then he started calling her 'Little Lilly' she didn't like being called 'Faith' because it was sad. Because her parents gave her up. Allan taught her to fight and be strong and they weren't separated since, until he left for the marines. Faith hadn't liked that, only because everyone became so cowardly. Their gang had split apart because they decided that without Allan they were dead. Faith believed in herself and that's what was ironic. How could a child named 'Faith' be given up and still have "faith" in herself.
Faith woke up suddenly from a slap across her cheek. She looked up groggily at Patrick. Right when she was about to make the typical "Five more minutes..." remark she felt Patrick take the vibrators out of her. Faith bit her lip, biting back the words that she was tempted to say. She bit her lip harder, her body shaking a bit as Patrick pounded at her pussy with his cock. The moment I try to forgive him he fucks up. Jeez...next time I ain't showin' up. And I'll shoot anyone who tries to bring me to him. Faith told herself as she moaned at the end of it all. Patrick's juices inside her felt good and she hated it passionately. Definitely in a love-hate relationship with him...ugh
She watched as Patrick unchained her from the armchair and dragged her to the kitchen to where her clothes were. He threw them at her and spoke one word 'Out'. Faith threw her clothes on as fast as she could before looking to Patrick. "I am nothing to you..." Faith muttered as she felt hurt because she was being thrown out...just like everyone else who she'd rather have close to her did. She walked out of the apartment and closed the door. Her bike was back in the alley where she left it. Faith felt tears drip down her face. No one cares about me...only Allan...I'll never forgive you Patrick...Never." Faith told herself. Her stone cold heart was shattering into what she had tried to keep from being the problem. Faith wanted to be loved...and Allan's brotherly love wasn't enough... "Big brother...what do I do?" she asked aloud as she walked out, limping.
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Post by patrick dmitri schreyer on Feb 10, 2010 22:22:03 GMT -5
Patrick wasn’t worried about Faith she had served her purpose today and he couldn’t care on how she got out of his apartment as long as she left Patrick wasn’t worried that she was hurt, swore in many places and tired it meant that Patrick could go back to sleep and forget about that night for a while so he could at least get rid of this headache. Hangover’s was something that Patrick hated with alcohol but it was one of those side effects that happened when you drink, he really whished scientists could invent something that stopped hangovers from happening but it was unlikely it was like some punishment for those who drank heaps, his head was killing him today and all Patrick wanted to do was to go back to sleep but couldn’t until Faith got out of his apartment.
Patrick didn’t speak to Faith as she spoke those words he just glared back at her wanting nothing more to throw her out but he just wanted to go back to sleep, he needed sleep to back able to think properly on what he should do next to his slaves. Patrick wasn’t going to be able to think straight with the headache he was having right now but then again it was his own darn fault for drinking last night but h wasn’t worried about that right now. Patrick walked into his room and fell onto his bed he took one last gulp from his coffee and fell asleep not worrying about anything.
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