Unimaginable Acts
TW - rape
The young blonde haired girl was led into the room, her arms by her side and her fists clenched. She was pulled into the room by Miranda, his loyal servant.
“No, no please, no” she whispered to the other girl. “Please spare me, please, I’m only 19, please, I beg you”
Miranda didn’t respond to her wishes. This was a job that had to be done.
“Oooh, a pretty one today” a deep voice said huskily, looking the young girl up and down, as if he was already picturing her naked.
Tears were already pouring out of the girl’s eyes. “please” she mumbled.
“As you requested my Lord” she locked the door behind them and let go of the girl, gently guiding her into the centre of the room. Then Miranda took her place in the corner. She was always forced to watch, just like how she was forced to bring in these ladies for her master to prey on. She hated her job. But she didn’t have a choice.
The man stood up from his throne like chair at the back of the room and made his way over to the whimpering thing in the middle.
“It’ll be over soon” he whispered, his hands touching the sides of her face and he tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.
He kissed her on the cheek, before pushing her down to the ground and planting his bodyweight onto hers. He was kissing her hard, trying to force her mouth open but she was stubborn. More stubborn than some of the others. Her face was tear stained, he licked off those salty liquids.
He continued to pry open her mouth and force his tongue inside before tearing off her clothes like the monster he was.
Miranda forced herself to watch. She had to. It was her job.
He left her only in her bra and panties. He moved his hands around her almost naked body. Her eyes were firmly closed and her body rigid.
“Don’t be so tense sweetheart”
“No” she screamed out. He seized his chance and planted his mouth onto her lips and pushing his tongue through to explore her mouth.
He slowly removed her underwear and threw them across the room in passion, in a hope to turn her on and make her co-operate.
He touched her breasts, massaged them, kneaded them and sucked them. He trailed slobbery kisses down her naked side and all the way down her leg. He forcefully spread her legs wide open. Then he worked his way back up and slowed down. Taking his time on her inner thighs, caressing them whilst he got closer and closer.
He pushed her legs upwards so that they were in an upside down V shape.
Miranda had to close her eyes. She could never bear to watch this part. The poor girl lay there helpless, screaming until her throat was sore. Miranda could tell what he was doing. She always could. It was easy.
Once he had decided she was useless, he stood up and walked back to his throne of rape.
Miranda walked back towards the scared little girl, curled up naked in a little ball. She helped clothe her back up and gently led her out of the room. She was whimpering the whole time.
The girl ran away from the warehouse. Sprinting as if he was going to run and catch her and feed on her again. The woman wanted to follow her, join her on her path of freedom.
Miranda turned around and walked back into the room.
“Miranda?” He asked.
“Yes”
“Good catch, dear”
“Thank you,” she paused. “Father”
Her father was a beast. A monster. A monster raping beast. And she was ashamed and scared. But she could not do anything. Because it was her job. And a job had to be done.