Round Two (M) Val

[patrick dmitri schreyer]

Patrick laid on his be asleep he of course didn't know how long he was asleep for but the sun was shining into his room. Opening his eyes he checked the clock on his bedside table. Eleven o'clock. Patrick rolled over so he was facing the roof his head was pounding but he gathered it was from the booze that he drank last night. Last night was a blur to Patrick though one thing he remembered was giving Val a night to remember. Patrick looked over towards where he chained Val up to the wall he laughed the slave girl should learn to obey him and she wouldn't be chained to a wall.

Patrick just laid on his bed and closed his eyes he wanted nothing more then to go back to sleep but he was awake now and the sun was up so he groaned and pulled the sheets of him. Climbing out of his bed he yawned, looking over towards Val Patrick wondered when she fell asleep though it didn't matter to him he couldn't really here the girl he was completely passed out due to the amount of alcohol he drank last night.

Rubbing his eyes for a moment or two Patrick opened his bedroom door and walked out naked. Patrick stepped into the shower and let the water flow down his skin. The water was waking him up though he needed some food to help his headache that he now had. Patrick walked over to the kitchen and turned his coffee machine on. Hearing sounds from his bedroom Patrick laughed. "Had a good sleep Val?" Patrick asked.

[Valentina Aurora Harte]

Her head felt groggy and extremely sore. Her hands felt even more so and her arms ached something rotten. She tried to move but found she couldn't, Val opened her eyes then taking in the scene about her. The bedroom she was in was strange to her, a dishevelled bed and nothing more. She heard the pattering about of someone in another room and when she tried to move again realized she was stuck. That was when she looked up wards and saw the chains that bound her. Looking down she saw she was naked, bruises stemmed across her thighs and she felt the ache there too. Valentina tried to make sense of everything, her head spun. This was crazy what had happened to her?

She could remember the pub, meeting Patrick and drinking lots of drinking but her memory got her as far as the shower and then it cut out. She struggled to make sense of this, to inject some pressure on herself so she could remember what had happened afterwards because something surely did. Had she been punished for something? Again she stuggled to remember as she pulled on the chains attempting to release herself but unable to. Then his voice came from outside the bedroom. He was laughing, obviously in a good mood but then why was she chained up? Why was she so sore and obviously bruised? Valentina knew she had most likely gone over her limit last night, had drank way too much and was now having a minor brain wipe as a result. No doubt in another few days she would have flashbacks of what had happened but for now, there were huges gaps in her memory.
"No" she didn't know what else to say to him, how could she have slept well chained to a friggin' wall?

[patrick dmitri schreyer]

Patrick had finished making his fresh cup of coffee and placed it on the table he took a few sips from it. Patrick took a seat in the chair and placed his legs on the table, he could see dried up cum on the floor he smiled as remembered banging Val last night then chaining her up. Patrick drank some more of his coffee as he waited for Val to reply to his question he had punished her last night only because she disobeyed him and that’s what happened when you disobeyed drunk Patrick something nasty would happen to you. Patrick stood up as he looked down and realized that he had now drank half of his cup of coffee. Suddenly he herd Val say no he grinned at this answer it would seem that she too was having some problems remembering the night.

Patrick walked calmly into his bedroom and found Val now completely awake. “Well good morning Val feeling sorry are we?” Patrick asked her. Patrick placed his cup of coffee onto the bedside table and climbed back onto his bed, he turned on his plasma TV and placed the remote down. Patrick enjoyed watching the midday news which was coming up though right now was some talk show though Patrick didn’t really know all he was worried about was the naked slave girl chained up to his wall. “Ready for round two or are we going to be difficult again like last night.” Patrick asked Val.

[Valentina Aurora Harte]

Valentina watched as he entered the room, he was still as attractive as she had thought him the night before so what had gone wrong? She rattled her brains again but still came up short, none of her previous masters had even had a problem with her, she had always been a willing obedient slave. So all of this puzzled her immensely. She didn't know why she would be feeling sorry for herself but somehow now that he had mentioned it, she sort of did feel ridiculously sorry for herself. The pain between her legs and embarrassing as it was to admit it even to herself, her anus was excruciating. Had he tried to take her from behind and she had objected? She closed her eyes tightly willing herself to remember but nothing came.

Opening them she watched him on the bed flicking through tv channels without even considering her well fare, but why would he when all she was, was a slave. Her body still exhausted slumped, the strain on her arms was agony. Her wrists were reddened and torn from where the chains tied her. Asking her if she were ready for round two made her look up at him once more.

"Patrick, master I am sorry. I don't know ... I don't remember... last night. If I did something to upset you" she glanced up at her chains, "I'm sorry. Please, please lower me."

She thought for sure her shoulder was dislocated, if not both. One thing was certain she would have to go to the hospital at some point today, if she ever got out of here at all.

[patrick dmitri schreyer]

Patrick wasn’t really worried that he had Val chained to his wall he was ignoring her of course. The news soon came on and Patrick got comfortable on his bed. Patrick listened to the first few news stories he grinned at the third about the gang war that had been sweeping the town, Patrick knew at once that it meant the two rival gangs. Patrick then herd Val speaking to him, pleading to let her loose, she even was sorry but she didn’t know what she did. Patrick rolled over to look at Val. “First thing you disobeyed me last night. Tried to run even.” Patrick said this was of course his way punishing his slaves.

“Last girl I had here she was chained to the wall for five days before I let her go. Lets just say she’s back on the market again.” Patrick explained. Patrick watched Val for a moment or two while the adds on the TV was shown. Patrick stood up he walked over towards Val and kissed her on the lips. Spreading her vagina Patrick stuck two fingers inside and began to play around. “So do you apologize for disobeying me? Will you allow me to do whatever I want to you without you saying a fucking work about it.” Patrick asked as he pushed his two fingers deeper inside Val’s already swore and violated pussy. Patrick just looked back at Val as he continued to finger her he waited for an answer from her.

[Valentina Aurora Harte]

She jerked the chain a small bit as she turned around to look at him properly, the link cutting some more into her wrist. There were now drops of blood trickling down her arm from the shackles. Patrick began to tell her what she had done the night before and she was immediately horrified. He was looking at her intently now as well, his observation of the television at an end it would seem. She seriously didn't know if this was a good or bad thing but waited. Her fuzzy mind still wouldn't cough up the information she needed so desperately. Had she really tried to run from him? What would have possessed her to do that? Valentina had never run from any master though had thought about it countless times with her mistress.

He told her about another slave girl he once had and how he had changed her for five days. Val knew she would not last that long, her arms were agony, her body ached something awful. She watched with trepidation as he moved from the bed and came too her. Was he going to punish her again? But his lips found hers instead, as soft and gentle as she remembered from the night before. Val kissed him back when she felt his fingers dig inside her.

She cried out, the pain was excruciating but when he spoke again she bit her lip to stem anymore outbursts. Shaking her head slightly before she spoke, it pained her greatly to do so when his fingers toyed with her sore and tender flesh.
"I won't disobey again master. I promise. I am yours to do with as you please" the words were like a nail being hammered with her own hand into her own coffin, "I am sorry, I am so sorry".
Valentina seriously didn't know whether she was apologizing for the fact that she had been bought by him or for what he wanted her to apologize for. His fingers continued to desecrate her already abused vagina.

[patrick dmitri schreyer]

Patrick wasn’t going to allow Val to be unchained not yet anyway she had to learn that what he says goes and if she was going to run away from him she would expect to be punished and this was just the tip of the iceberg. Patrick could quiet easily leave Val there for days naked without food. Patrick would however listen to see what Val would do to try and win back her freedom. Patrick continued to play with Val’s abused pussy. Patrick looked down as he saw blood dripping down on the floor he smiled as he gathered that the shackles had cut intro her arm, maybe he had tied them a little bit tighter than he should, well he was drunk when he did that to Val.

“You say that now Val but how am I to know that you actually mean this? You wanted to run away from me last night. I think I’ll keep you tied up there for a bit longer.” Patrick explained to Val. Patrick fingered Val’s vagina deeper and deeper he knew that Val would be feeling this since he had abused her vagina so much last night it was funny though Patrick did think it was funny even if she didn’t think it was. Patrick finished finger fucking Val’s pussy and walked over to his coffee mug. Taking a sip from it he placed it back down on the bedside table. Patrick looked back at Val and smiled at her. There was so much that he could do to her now.

[Valentina Aurora Harte]

His fingers tore through her, sliding in and out as he stared at her, unfeeling and uncaring. Val wanted to squirm away from the contact but didn't dare wanted to scream that he was hurting her but bit her lip instead. His fingers continued, plunging in and out, working her vagina until she actually became wet from the effort. Her body was betraying her as it had the night before. She may not mentally like what he did to her but her body so delirious from abuse was reacting to the respite.

Patrick's words caused her to look up directly at him, wanting to say he was wrong that she wouldn't but not daring to say anything negative now. His fingers continued to fuck her, sliding in deeper and slowly retracting until finally he simply pulled out completely and walked away. Getting his coffee she watched him as he in turn watched her.
"Patrick" her voice was tender, tired and submissive, "I promise I won't run again. I promise that you can do anything you like with me. Please come back to me, please release me."

What else could she do but beg, beg for anything and hope to anything remotely holy that he would simply let her go. She knew he never would though, knew as sure as the pain in her arms intensified that he was a sadistic fuck and was deriving great pleasure in hanging her up here. As if gathering every last inch of her self control together she stood up properly and looked at him once more.
"You want me then have me here and now, chained up" her breathing was ragged, uneven breaths heaving through her chest. She knew she was asking for trouble suggesting what she just had but if it meant she got down sooner then she would happily suggest anything to him.

[patrick dmitri schreyer]

Patrick wondered if what Val was saying was true or not. Patrick knew that he had beaten down Val now he knew that most slave girls didn’t last being chained up to wall overnight or hell most girls didn’t last three days. Patrick didn’t speak at all he knew what he was going to do with Val though he kind of hopped that she refused him it would make life a little bit fun. Patrick grinned as he looked back at Val wondering what she was thinking about him. Did she think that he was an asshole? Prick? Jerk? Sick? All maybe all of the above, he didn’t know but one thing he knew for certain that she wasn’t happy being chained up to a wall like she was right now. Patrick hadn’t deiced on if he should let her down and be able to go or if she should stay up there for a few more days.

Patrick would figure this out soon enough he had a whole day to think about it even if Val probably will scream and yell at him. His neighbors wouldn’t give a shit, he had loud parties and gunfire could be herd from his room every now and again and they hadn’t said a thing to the cops about him, probably too scared to do so. Patrick herd her speak, she promised him that she wouldn’t run away again but he just didn’t know if she should trust the girl. Val had rebelled against him last night what if she had the same thought when he unchained her. “FINE.” Patrick yelled back at her he threw his cup of coffee making it smash against the wall beside Val. Patrick walked up towards Val and grabbed her legs. Patrick then pulled her legs up and rammed his cock into Val’s pussy and began to pound at the already abused vagina.

[Valentina Aurora Harte]

She felt sickened by giving in so easily but it was her only chance of survival at this point. Wanting desperately to be free of the chains but now feeling as if she had just signed her soul away to do so, Val watched as Patrick seemed lost in thought. The moment of stillness lasted a moment before he flung his mug at the wall. It shattered, debris flying everywhere. She screamed in fright and then he was in front of her. Pulling at her legs. She wanted to pull them back, to kick out anything at all but had to resist the natural urge to retaliate.

He lifted them up and thrust himself into her so hard she almost screamed again. She bit so hard on her lip to prevent herself from doing so that she could almost taste the blood. He rammed repeatedly into her, her insides felt as if they were being jarred. As if she were being ripped open anew. He was relentless. Val knew she had to at least show that she had meant what she said and surprised even herself when her voice began to croon softly to him, though inside she was screaming and yelling in pain.

"That's it Patrick" she kept her voice steady, almost afraid to speak as tears welled up in her eyes but she fought them back. Tears were no good here, he would not pay any heed to them, "that's it baby".

Again she crooned as she moved her legs tighter around him, pushing him in deeper than she needed him to be but it helped to push through the pain barrier. She could see spots before her eyes, so closed them tightly. Her hands reached up and gripped the chains she was tied too pulling herself up slightly. She would get herself through this if it killed her and for a moment she wondered had he this planned for her as well.

[patrick dmitri schreyer]

If there was one thing in the world that Patrick hated the most, it was disobedient slaves who have an attitude problem he likes nothing more than punishing them. It wasn’t a good idea to make Patrick angry right now, Kayla had hurt him so much that he slipped into a dark state. Patrick had dug himself a nice hole that even him didn’t want to get out of well not just yet anyway he liked where he had put himself now everything was so easy. Patrick didn’t have to worry about Kayla, slaves or anything else except doing what he wanted. Patrick hated people getting in his way and saying that he shouldn’t do something, if he wanted to do something Patrick did it.

Patrick couldn’t give a darn what Val thought of him now, he knew that there was a possibility that whatever she said to him she was trying to win her freedom he gathered that being chained up to a wall overnight had gotten to her. Well Val should consider herself lucky that she got chained up on the wall overnight there were many other things that he could do to her when she was passed out, but he was passed out due to so much alcohol in his system. Patrick said nothing to the girl as he continued to pound at her raw and torn vagina. Patrick herd Val scream which only made him slap at the girl once to let her know to shut up. Patrick just continued to pound at Val’s pussy making it more bruised, raw and torn.

[Valentina Aurora Harte]

She could not believe that even now when she was being submissive he would still hit her. Valentina felt the welt on her face and this time they came, pouring down her face. Fresh hot tears as he continued to pump into her. Squirming now knowing that no matter what she did it would not be enough she wriggled violently on the chains, tearing her wrists even further. She cut deep by accident, a broken link tearing through the skin and piercing an artery. The blood flowed them, the trickles from earlier began to steadily flow down her arm. Running through her shoulder blades as it coursed down.

She cried out at the pain that both he and the chains were evoking, not caring how hard he beat her this time.
"Patrick I'm bleeding. I'm cut deep please ... help me" her words came out in a desperate plea she was not sure whether he would take any notice as again and again he slammed his rigid cock into her. It was as if he were so far gone she was no longer a human being to him. She had to get to a hospital that much she did know. The blood was flowing too steadily, if she bled out too much she would die. Did he really want that? Unable to shake herself on the chains again for fear the broken link would dig deeper and cut another artery, she squeezed her legs tighter about him. Raising her voice so he would hear her, her earlier croons to him had gone unnoticed well perhaps this would get his attention.

"PATRICK!" it was only his name but it was all she could give as her body began to slump forward. The abuse of the night before and now this loss of blood were taking their toll. She prayed for unconsciousness to take her, begged for it. Anything would be better than this.

[patrick dmitri schreyer]

Patrick wasn’t worried about Val being tied up on his wall, he didn’t have any problems with the other girls he had up there. Patrick noticed the tears flowing down Val’s face but he just ignored them as he just continued to pound at her already raw and abused pussy. Patrick herd Val say that she was bleeding but he wasn’t listening he was sure that it was some form of trick. A trick that would get him to unchain her from his wall and let her go. Patrick deiced to continue to pound at her pussy making it more abused than it already is. Plus her words seemed more like a desperate plea than anything else which made Patrick to believe that is in fact a trick that Val was trying to perform on him.

Patrick felt Val squeeze her legs together though she then screamed out his name. It was only then he noticed the pool of blood on the floor. Patrick unchained Val and dropped her to the floor. Patrick grabbed his phone and quickly scrolled down his address book until he found the number he was looking for, he was silent until he herd the female’s voice at the other end. “Clara, its Patrick need you to come over now. Yeah over used one of my slaves and she cut her wrists on the chains. Thanks owe you one.” Patrick replied.

Patrick probably owed Clara more than one favors but he knew that a normal hospital would start asking questions but then again this was Creighton after all and even the hospital didn’t ask you a lot of questions. Moments passed and there was a knock on the door. Patrick opened the door and smiled at Clara. “Her name is Valentina, Val for short. Usual payment?” Patrick asked Clara. Clara was a doctor at the hospital and on Patrick’s payroll. "Yeah usual payment is good, you know you shouldn't over use you're slaves like this Patrick but hey you know what you're doing." Clara said as she went over to Val and started to work on her.

[Valentina Aurora Harte]

He was relentless, even when she had told him that she was bleeding he continued to hammer away at her as if she were nothing at all but some hole in the wall. No amount of wriggling would do her any good now because the tear in her wrist was already too deep. At least he eventually saw the blood, eventually released her from the chains as she began to pass out slowly. She was unaware of the woman showing up until she briefly came around.

"Val, Valentina can you hear me? You're going to be alright" the voice was not exactly soothing but it carried enough weight behind it for it to be at least believable. Clara asked Patrick to bring Valentina to a bed which was soon enough done, just not his own one. Val mused he obviously didn't want any blood on his precious damn sheets.

The woman hooked her up to a blood drip after ascertaining her blood type, obviously this was not a first time scenario for Patrick or any slave girl that came to his place. Val felt her temperature being checked, as another needle went into her arm. Her wrist was swabbed and bandaged all in a matter of moments and in all that time the woman never bothered speaking to her again other than to tel her once not to be such a baby as the needle caused her to jump.

Valentina wanted nothing more than to kick the woman good and hard for that comment, especially after what she had just been through but this woman was obviously a very good friend of Patricks. No doubt they were fuck buddies as well, she fumed as another wave of exhaustion hit her. The voices became fuzzy as she slowly past out into a state of restless slumber.

It seemed like only minutes that she had been asleep but when she awoke it was night time again, the room was in complete darkness. Her mouth was dry and her wrist ached a little but not as bad as she had expected it too. She was no longer attached to the drip that had been feeding her fresh blood to replenish what she had earlier lost. No voices could be heard either so slowly she sat herself up. A wave of dizziness overcame her as she slipped her legs over the edge of the bed and began to stand up. Val felt wobbly and disorientated but continued to make her way to the door of the bedroom. Opening it up slowly to a lit sitting room.

[patrick dmitri schreyer]

Patrick watched for a moment or two as Clara was talking to Val walking over to his table Patrick grabbed his cigarette packet and took out a cigarette. Patrick lit it up and placed the cigarette in his mouth, Patrick had gotten hooked on them a few years back and he was trying to quiet but today he just felt like one. Patrick laughed at Clara’s comment about the needle. Patrick picked Val up and placed her on the spare bed he didn’t want her to go on his bed, hell the blood would last for days and he didn’t want to spend his time trying to wash the blood out when he had other things to do. Patrick walked towards the fridge and opened it he took a sip from the milk bottle and placed it back into the fridge.

Patrick finished of the cigarette and placed it in the ashtray. Patrick then watched as Clara walked out of the spare bedroom. “Thanks Clara how is she?” Patrick asked. “She needs rest next time call me when you deiced to fuck a girl on the wall chained up so I can at least get to the girl before she bleeds all over you’re floor.” Clara asked. Patrick kissed Clara on the cheek. Patrick handed Clara a envelope full of money. Patrick said his goodbye to Clara as she went back to the hospital. Patrick walked over to the couch and collapsed onto it he turned on the TV and watched the movie that was on. Patrick opened his eyes as he could here footsteps.