Season: Autumn
Weather: Not sure. Slept most of the day
Day of the week: Thursday
Date: 21st March, 2024
The dark shadow lord did indeed wake up with a scream this morning, bringing his guards running. His guards ran right back out upon realising there was no danger and that the dark shadow lord had screamed because he had woken up to find himself screwing me and the fact that it wasn't a dream.
"Shut up," I grumbled, feeling grumpy. "Finish the job if you're not satisfied, otherwise get out of you're done. I'm so tired. You've been going at it most of the night."
The dark shadow lord froze. Perhaps he was feeling indecisive.
"I'm so sorry," he gasped.
I rolled my eyes at him. For what? Doing what was going to happen eventually with the way he liked to hug me to sleep when we were both not wearing clothes. He liked to torture me even before he started doing this kind of thing. This kind of progression was only natural.
"Did you just say that I can finish the job with you?" the dark shadow lord said after taking a few deep breaths, his eyes dark and voice hoarse.
See. He wasn't done yet at all.
"You can take this as my thanks for taking care of me," I mumbled, feeling my eyes droop. I was so tired. "It's not like I have anything else to give you."
"Before I do that," he said, creeping closer and touching me, positioning himself over me, "you need to understand what this is all about. In my dream, I was making love to the girl I love. I'm not punishing you. I'm not venting my desires on you just because I have power over you and want to control you or hurt you. In doing this, I'm trying to tell you with my body that I think I'm falling in love with you and that I like you much more than I want to admit."
"Oh," I grunted.
That was what many of the boys and men who had pressed me beneath me had said, but those were all lies. None of them really loved or cared about me. Just about having their own lusts satisfied.
"Oh? Is that all the reaction I get for confessing my love to you?" the dark shadow lord asked. "I'll have you know that I am not open hearted and the space in my heart is very small. It only has space for a select few people. Women I love even less."
"So I should feel grateful that you are even deigning to grace me with your attention," I rolled my eyes again. "I know. I got it."
Men. Boys. They were all the same.
The sudden angry inrushing took me by surprise, waking me up a lot more than I expected. And then, I had no more time to think.
The dark shadow lord was not like most of those other men at all. Although he was angry and upset, he lectured me while he was doing me, and also made sure that he stirred up my desires. I hadn't known that this usually type of painful activity could be quite so exciting and desirable. Is this what the men felt? Is this why they enjoyed doing this so much?
He had me beg for mercy before long, instructing me on how to do things, what to do, how to squeeze and when. By the time we were well and truly done, I was more than satisfied. I suppose, it was the first time I had ever felt that kind of desire and satiation. That kind of wild rollercoastering delight.
"This is just the beginning," the dark shadow lord warned me with a cheerful grin, embracing and kissing me. "There's a lot more to teach you. We can take it slowly in the future. Now that I've had you, you're mine, understand? My woman. I love you and your body. You're too damn cute."
Come to think of it, that evil guy had said something similar once. It seemed that most guys had this possessive streak. It wouldn't last. It never did. When he found a new toy and interest, I'd be tossed out. Not that it mattered. There wasn't anywhere else to go now anyway. I might as well enjoy the ride while I could.
It looked like my plans of moving out to live independently were going to have to be pushed back. Quite far back.
The dark shadow lord had to rush off to work afterwards and so he didn't see how I struggled to get out of the bed later. I had a long shower and when I returned to the bedroom, found that the bed had new, clean sheets. That was nice.
I went back to bed and woke up in the late evening to the dark shadow lord putting some ointment on me. Well, on and in.
"I'm sorry," he apologised. "I went a bit hard on you this morning."
"It's ok," I shrugged. "At least you didn't hurt me like a certain obese prick."
The dark shadow lord paused for a moment and then after he finished medicating me and washing his hands, climbed into he bed to hug me tight.
"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. It hasn't even been that long since then and..."
I shut the sound of his voice out. No matter how much he apologised, it wasn't going to stop him if he wanted to do it again later. What use were apologies?
That evil guy had been a bit like this at the beginning too. He would apologise for hurting me, put some ointment on me. Treat me nice for a few hours, but then he would be back to 'practise' and 'experiment' more. I would have to learn to put up with it, because he wanted to know how to do everything perfectly when Bezel was of age. He forgot that I wasn't even of age at the time. All he could think of was Bezel and forcing me to be his practice material.
And when he had gotten tired of my unresponsiveness, that was when he started selling my body and time to his classmates, so that they could 'train' me how not to be boring. I didn't know where they got all that porn from, but they sure put us all through the wringer. They made me work really hard and used the punishments they read about in the materials to discipline me for being such a dunce that I couldn't learn what they were trying to teach me. I got really sick and worn out from all the torture. I had no one to go to. No one I could tell. If I didn't let them do what they wanted, they had threatened me with Bezel's safety. With the safety of my parents and anybody or anything else I cared for.
My school teachers knew something was wrong but I wasn't about to talk. Talking would only get me into bigger trouble. The evil guy had even fed the entire family laxatives or things to make them throw up a few times as an object lesson to me. I didn't dare. Really didn't dare refuse him.
At least the dark shadow lord didn't want to make me hurt. That was nice. But he had threatened us with the safety of the entire city before, seeing as he was the boss of the underworld. This was on a much larger scale than when I was in school though. If I didn't let him vent and do as he liked, who knew what havoc he might wreak and what innocent people might be affected? I suppose somebody had to be the sacrifice and the one to be sacrificed was me. But honestly, why me?
At least I knew how to deal with it.
It would be nicer if nobody would touch me though. If people would just leave me and my body alone, maybe I would be happier.
I think I'm the one who doesn't know what happiness means. How long has it been since I was last happy?