“They’re all animals.”
That was how that bitch of a twin-sister had explained away having to bind Ka-Lan down. He couldn’t be trusted, in the savagery of sex the beast in him would attack. Truth was, there was no greater animal here than the mistress herself. She couldn’t wait to get her claws out.
The cold-hearted panther on the hunt. The merciless malevolence of the tiger. The doggedness of the lioness chasing down her prey.
After Ka-Lan had done his duty .. twice-a-day .. early morning, then at sundown again .. the betrothed was put to bed .. to let the “animal-seed” take root .. THEN the bitch rose up to exercise her powers. Take Ka-Lan between her talons. Crush him. Hold sway over him .. his body .. his emotions .. his very self. Tormented .. abused .. humiliated. Tortured .. till he wanted to scream.
Ka-Lan was always free of ropes. But the constant threat of her malicious will had him captive to her every sadistic whim. He could hit out, like hell he wanted to strike the bitch for her evil ways. He was the stronger, He could dominate, exercise his superior physical strength.
But she knew better. She gave him the freedom. She threw down that challenge to his studly spirit. She knew he did not dare.
In the less insane moments .. after freed from her mental clutches .. when he managed to restore some balance into his maddened mental state .. he knew .. in theory .. he could overpower her.
BUT ….. FUCK! Like hell have had to get away. He’d be hunted down. He’d have had to flee the house .. the city .. the land. She’d set the dogs on him. A manhunt. Vengeance ringing shrill in the air.
And when caught … FUCK! Get caught ……. She’d have had every bit of skin off his back flayed away. At the very least.
And when had sex become so dreary? Whenever before had it been a drudgery? Even the most flippant of occasions .. a giggly drunken night with a girl .. just rutting .. just animals ….. Never before had he been inside a girl and it had seemed a lifetime to get the job over with. A chore.
Twice a day the betrothed was loaded up on top of him. Tied down, forbidden to move .. talk at the risk of getting a punch in the balls. Did she look like a sow’s arse? Was this poor innocent girl the most alluring girl Ka-Lan had ever seen? Did he fucking care? It was graft. Unwanted. Unpleasant hard work.
Every time it was a guard’s hand that grabbed hold of him and eased him into the betrothed. Hardly intimate. Did they rate her so low? Thinking her incapable of knowing where to stick him in. An uncouth guard .. a calloused workman’s clutch .. working his hardness into her. Any greater offence to the poor girl? Her too. She was a victim too. Used, abused, demeaned. Treated as nothing.
A mind-blowingly boring routine. Early morning. Evening time. He was slid inside her. Hood over his head .. to prevent her from swooning at the sight of him!!!! He was uncaringly stuck up inside her. She jiggled about it. Bounced. Pumped. Got him squirting up into her. Meaningless.
Job done, she was hauled off his lifeless torso .. supremely muscled, hard-to-the touch, many a girl’s wet dream. But no one gave a fuck. Lifted off the inanimate seed-machine, taken away for the seed to take root.
Impersonal. A chore. For both of them. Coming back hours later. Repeated. Every day the same tedious routine. Both with one purpose only in life. Make a brat. Earn the dowry. Job over with.
Sickening. Empty. Meaningless. The most intimate moment between a man and a woman .. for Ka-Lan the most fun-giving moments of life .. the wondrous creation of new life .. reduced to a sordid business transaction. His cock was just a means-to-an-end. Someone else’s end. He didn’t count.
It could have been so different. He was virile, he was alive. Life turned him on. His manly gusto could have turned this poor naïve innocent’s life upside down. Would that have hurt to let her have some fun? There could have been laughter.
He would have made a baby for her. He could create vibrant new life. He could have achieved the families’ plan. Getting pregnant .. for her it could also have been a bundle of laughs. It could have been so different.
Day-after-day. Routine. Twice-a-day. A chore. Ka-Lan was completely clear. His muscular body was desired. He had been sought out .. at the slave market, there were plenty to choose from. But they had gone for the best. Good-looking, virile. Those eye-catching qualities of his .. they were wanted. He’d been bought for that reason. But those talents were not to be wasted on her. Not for the betrothed. Not squandered on this inept fumbling naïve girl. She just stuck him in and jiggled him about a bit.
Meaningless degradation two times a day. For how long already? Weeks now? Ka-Lan no longer bothered to keep count. What was the point? Weeks fused into months. An endless stream of jiggling around, bouncing up and down. Sickening. Ka-Lan didn’t want to know about sex. He just wanted to forget. This wasn’t sex. This wasn’t life. A chore. Pointless drudgery.
Daily routine. Ka-Lan just wanted to forget. What was the point? What was the fucking point of life?