Master’s baseball bat crashed into my swollen belly again. He was on an abortion warpath because his condom had broken while he was fucking me and my period was late. Master didn’t want any buns in my oven, he said I wasn’t any good that way. He was going to beat me to a bloody pulp, or at least until the swell in my belly vanished and blood seeped out from between my thighs. Master was enjoying beating me, I could see how hard his cock was through his pants, and I knew he would want to fuck me like a monster later when I could barely breathe.
It was tragic, I knew I had to have submissive phone sex later but my jaw would probably be too fractured to speak. Master would force me to mutter through muted lips, endure the pain. Nothing made Master happier than seeing his worthless little fuck slut torture dolly in worlds of pain. Anything to make me scream, it was like the snuff call that would never end. I knew it would never end, he would never grant me the sweet release of death. My life was meant to be my living hell. I didn’t have time to think about it as he swung up again with the bat.
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