Beaten and Bruised

As you stood in the kitchen, washing the dishes, you heard footsteps approaching from behind you. Assuming that Buck was simply making his way to bed, you paid them no mind. That was until you felt hot breath on the back of your neck. It reeked of ****. What was it Buck could possibly want with you at this hour?

You let out a cry of pain as you felt Buck’s calloused hand grab hold of your hair and pulled your head back.

He whispered in your ear, “I really did marry a slut…”

You leached forward as he suddenly let go of your hair, only to feel panic overtake you once more as he grabbed your shoulders and spun you around to face him. With your small, frail body trapped between Buck and the kitchen sink all you could do was stammer and beg for forgiveness. Tears of fear rolled down your cheeks.

It happened so fast. You felt an immense pain on the left side of your face, and suddenly were sent flying across the kitchen. Your weak body slammed into the refrigerator before crumpling to your knees. You felt warm liquid trickling down your face as it dawned on you. Buck had struck you.

“So you like it when other men touch you!” Screamed Buck as he marched towards you. “I’m not good enough for you am I!”

You begged and pleaded, but in his drunken rage nothing was getting through to him. You saw Buck undo his belt and folded it up. You were sent sprawling to the ground as the belt connected with your face. All you could do was cry as Buck began to wail away on you. He beat you, kicked you, stomped on your back, all the while screaming about how this was your fault and that he was going to put you in your place. The beating stopped for a brief moment, and you fought it was over. Then you felt his shoe connect with you pussy. Buck had lined up a massive soccer-kick aimed right at your pussy, and as he hit home a wave of pain rolled through you.

Beaten, bloody, bruised, and crying. You felt utterly helpless as you heard a rustling behind you. You felt Buck enter you. He grabbed the back of your head and thrusted it hard against the floor while simultaneously raising your ass into the air. This was the first time Buck had done something like this to you, and you genuinely began to fear for your life. As Buck neared completion he began applying more pressure to your head, and you were scared he might crush it against the kitchen‘s tiled floor. Luckily for you, he came soon after.

After he came, Buck simply stood up, and walked away. Fearful that he might beat you again if you moved, you remained as you were for another 15 minutes after you head his footsteps disappear. Once you were sure he was gone, you lifted yourself to your feet, and made your way to the bathroom to check the damage.