No, let her play with me.

For a mere second thoughts of biting Maria and crawling to safety filled my mind, but fear of her and her father's retribution scared me into docility.

"Does pet want to have some fun. Yes she does!" Maria was treating me like she would a little kitten. Her deliriously playful nature made it obvious she was off of her rocker, but I didn't have any choice but to accept what she gave me. She poked and proded my skin, shook my head, and grabbed my hands as if she were playing with a paw. I began to cry at my situation. How far had I fallen the last few days...

"Oooooh, pet needs to be cheered up!" Maria exclaimed with glee, as if my sorrow were justification for her horrible actions. I flopped onto my side on her bed and continued to cry as I watched her pick up one of the many strap-on dildos scattered around the floor. She took no hesitation before she began to pound me in my ass. I let loose an eerily silent scream, nothing more than deep breaths escaping my mouth.

In and out she tore away. I curled up into a ball on her bed, but she still continued to **** me. While she seemed to be having the time of her life, her sadistic glee was the only pleasure in the act.

After nearly on hour, she stopped. "Wasn't that fun?" she asked, with a smile on her face.

"No, no it was not," I wanted to say but I was too traumatized to even try. Before Maria left the room, she took my collar, leashed it to the bedposts, and locked both ends.