The Sex Slave’s Journal

With my thumbs spreading her cheeks I stared at her crinkly asshole. I’d never adored an asshole before, but now I was debating if I would want to fuck it or do her puss. She spoke softly, hesitantly, “Do whatever you want.”

What I wanted to do was grab the letter opener from the next room and throw her bleeding body out the window. What have they done to me? Here I was, crouching above a perfect sexy body and my thoughts turned to malice. Had I become like them, or was my enmity justified?

Soon enough I would get retribution: some of the shipments had already gone out.

She said it again, “Whatever you want.” She’d had my cock battering her pussy earlier that day and here she was telling me to do whatever I want while I was looking at her tiny asshole. No doubt she must know that I might want her ass – that it surely would rip her up. Still she said it. The only explanation was that she wanted the punishment.