Well, it's that time again. How do I know? It's been exactly one week since I've seen him last, and he never misses a date. As usual he arrived right on time, early in the morning, one of his pokemon in tow. Sometimes they stay and watch, sometimes they sit outside, and every now and then, they join in. Either way, they're always close by, making sure I don't escape. Not that I try anymore. It's been this way for as long as I can remember. For about four years we've gone through this routine. I wait here alone with nothing to do, but plenty to eat and drink. Master at least likes to keep me healthy. And every week he comes by to 'relieve stress.'

As he normally does, he entered through the front door. With him this time was his houndoom who volunteered to stay outside and keep watch. He wouldn't want anyone close to this tiny log cabin, and I think that's the one thing we both agree on. I don't like being around people.

Master was tall, over 6 feet but I'm not sure by how much. His hair was black, usually short and spiked forward. He had a pale complexion, but it looked like he had seen some light recently. His body was by no means toned, he was almost gangly looking. Whenever I saw him, he had a big, wicked smile on, if he didn't that would be a bad day for me. And his voice, "Emmy, my little buneary slut, miss me?" It's the one thing that still annoys me to this day. "Bun buneary." It doesn't matter what you say as long as you respond. If you don't he'll make things difficult, just one of the many rules to follow when dealing with Master.

Beyond that little exchange of words, the rest of the day would be standard routine. Master sits on the couch, undoing his belt and unzipping his jeans while I get into position next to him. His fly opens, his underwear go down, and he whips out his huge cock for all to see. Well, huge by my standards, average by a human's.

He didn't need to tell me what do; we had done this so many times before. I took his dick in between my paws, doing my best to actually hold on to it. After four years I still mess up sometimes. Using both paws I stroke him lightly. He always kept his composure up until a certain point, and this was it. A gave his tip a soft lick, causing him to twitch a little in my paws. After another lick he closed his eyes and tilted his head back, already losing himself. I upped the strength of my tongue just a little, I could see the results immediately. His breathing became heavier, and his member began throbbing. The long stick of meat gradually hardened over time. When it stood at attention I would have to change tactics, but until then I had another job to do.

His cock was hard enough now to stand on its own. I continued to stroke him up and down, dragging my tongue against the ever hardening piece of flesh. I was almost close enough to hug my body to it, but that was never advisable. Master's head was still tilted back, he could barely hold back his own moans. Doing my best to please him, I licked his pole as hard as I could. With that sort of treatment, it grew to full size in no time, 5 inches, just under half my height.

Three successive twitches in a row signaled that he was as hard as he was going to get. Working my way onto his lap, I begun the next part of our routine. Master shivered a bit as I took the tip of his penis into my mouth. Thank goodness he was so small otherwise this part would be difficult. I ran my tongue around his tip, his breathing sped up. It was all I could do to keep him occupied as I went through the slow process of engulfing him. Continuing to twirl my tongue, I took in an inch, and then another, and another. Now came the hard part. I braced myself and held my breath as his cock went past the threshold of my mouth. Two more skills Master had inadvertently taught me, how to hold me breath, and how to control my gag reflex. I pushed down, hearing Master's loud moan directly above my head until finally my mouth reached his base. He always loved it when I held myself there for a few seconds. I could only hope that he didn't get too excited again and do, "Fuck, your throat is so tight, hold still."

With his cock still down my throat, he sat up and placed my body on the couch. Kneeling, he was just high enough to do the one thing I hate the most: Throat-fucking. He held my backside down and yanked himself free, an inch of his tip still lingering in my mouth. I took a deep breath, through my nose obviously, and prepared myself for the worst. With one quick thrust he forced himself in to the hilt. As usual he wasted no more time, establishing a steady rhythm to his thrusts. Master panted things like "fuck" and "yeah," but me, I just sat there, tears starting to well up in my eyes. I don't know why I cry anymore, I should be used to this by now. Oh wait I remember, Master loves it when I cry. So, the tears flowed and Master smiled. I would've sniffled to add to the effect but the little air I did have access to I didn't want to waste on acting.

Master's thrusts were becoming frantic, it wouldn't be long. I licked his underside with my tongue and tightened my throat, doing my best to speed up the process. I can't say for sure but I think it might have worked a little. He lost all control after that. His crotch violently butted against my face as he forced his cock as deep as it could go. I could feel him twitching in my throat; this and his frequent groans signaled his impending orgasm. This was always the hardest part. He pulled almost all the way out in preparation for his final thrust. It gave me the time to take in a huge breath before he slammed himself down my throat. His grip on my body tightened and he pressed hard against my face as he came. I could practically feel the warm cum traveling down his member, injecting itself straight into my stomach. Every little spasm of his cock sent another small wave of jizz inside of me. He always held himself in for as long as possible. Thankfully he wasn't too stupid. He knew my belly might burst if he emptied too much inside of me, that and I might die from lack of oxygen. So like every other time, he yanked himself free, jacking himself off until the last few spurts landed on my face. I hate when he does that.

Usually after he face-fucks me he gives me a little time to catch my breath. But Master's just so full of surprises. "Emmy, I got a surprise for you. We're gonna take a little trip." As tired as I was, my ears still perked up at the thought of leaving this hellhole. If only for a few minutes I'd love to see something new after four years straight of this crappy cabin. I was about to stand up when he grabbed me by the ears and carried me towards the door. It hurt but I've felt worse, much, much worse.

To be honest I can't remember much of what happened afterwards, it's all blurry. I remember seeing Master's houndoom, hearing the words "Houdoom, patrol," some trees, and a clear blue sky. When I came to, we were in a clearing, deep in the woods I guess. It probably wouldn't be much to the average person but I desperately wanted to explore. After four years this small clearing was literally a breath of fresh air. I think I could've stared at the open sky for hours, but of course Master had other plans.

In the middle of the clearing sat a stump, cleanly cut and I mean clean. The top of it was so smooth. I know this because Master jammed my face in it and told me to hold still. For a short while I got lost in the sounds of the forest, all manner of bird pokemon chirping, tree leaves being shaken by the wind, and the sound a stream nearby. All of these beautiful sounds and more were lost to me when I heard the familiar sound of metal tapping against metal. The sound of Master undoing his belt was an unforgettable one.

I sighed and closed my eyes, completely prepared for what was to come. Within seconds I felt his bulbous tip touch my folds. Once again he held me down as he inched himself forward. I can remember the first time this happened. The feeling of him stretching me to my limit had me crying out in pain. He gagged me. Of course that was a long time ago and I've grown in more ways than one.

Using a high amount of force, he jams himself in the hilt every time we do this. And just like every other time, he gives me no time to adjust before fucking me. As he began his slow thrusts, my eyes started to involuntarily form tears. I don't know what it is but something about the act of thrusting just sets them off. The faster he thrusts the more tears begin to fall. It could also be the fact that I myself, after some time, begin to moan, and I hate myself for it. Over time it just stopped being painful. I soon came to the obvious realization that we were having sex, and it felt good. I always try to stifle my moans and hide it, but Master knows. I even think he knows I hate it. It wouldn't surprise me.

Pulling me into the air, he resorted to lifting and lowering me onto his cock. From this position he could not only see my crying face, but he also had access to my pleasure button. It's impossible to keep myself from moaning while he tickles my clit. My mouth flew wide open as his wet finger spun circles around it. Through all of this, he continued impaling me on his cock, a small amount of my fluids sliding down shaft. I really, really hate the sound of my own moans. I hate the sound of Master's even more. I didn't think it was possible but the tears actually managed to flow harder. The sound of me and Master moaning and that dirty, wet sound of his dick penetrating my hole over and over again must have sent my ducts into overdrive. The oh-so-familiar feeling of his member twitching inside of me wasn't helping either.

Master was definitely close. He completely ignored my pleasure to speed up his. Tears and fluids flew in every direction as he lifted and lowered me at an astonishing speed, shaking me like that fizzy drink he sprayed himself with one time, telling me to lick him clean. It's not like he needed to focus on my pleasure anyway. Inadvertently he touched my one special spot each thrust. I was probably moaning louder than him. A short while later he pushed me down as far as I could go, his warm cum pooling in my tiny hole. He groaned at each long spurt, trying his best to force me further downwards each time. I came shortly after. Now I'm sure of it, I was louder than him. I screamed into the air as my pussy tightened around his shaft. All of my shakes and spasms were probably enough to draw another bit of cum from Master.

Again he held himself inside long after orgasm, although he took his time, seeing as there was no risk of me running out of air. After a minute or so he lifted me up, smiling as globs of his seed dropped out of my pussy, combining with my juices and forming a neat little puddle on the ground. He always smiles when he does that.

Throwing me onto the stump, he gave me no time recover. He held his half limp member to my face, again this was routine so I knew what to do. Still somewhat shaky from my orgasm, I stood up and went to cleaning him of our fluids. The only way I could was with my mouth, and that was just fine by Master. He smiled as I went to lick his wood clean. I always try to make it go as fast as possible, but slow enough to please him. If I finish too fast he makes me do it again, insisting that I missed a spot, that being about the size of his entire dick.

Working somewhat quickly, I licked my way up and down his shaft. Immediately it started to harden again. I held the tip in my hands, 'cleaning' it thoroughly. I had to work fast because soon it would be out of reach. Pressing my mouth to it, I licked the tiny slit in the middle, causing Master to moan again. I sucked on his head, making as much sound as I could. Master always loved the sound of me slurping. After a bit of that, his head jerked itself out of my mouth, standing just out of my reach.

I wasn't even done 'cleaning' but apparently Master didn't care. He's awfully forward today. Wordlessly he commanded me to turn around again. I did as he said and in no time his tip was rubbing against my folds. I still hadn't fully recovered and that area was really sensitive. Knowing this, he continued to drag his tip up and down my slit. I could hide my moans but I couldn't hide my trembles. Every light brush of my lips sent a short surge of pleasure through my body. My cunt was probably gushing liquids, much to Master's amusement. If he penetrated me like this then I would probably cum again in no time, but of course, Master had something else in store. He prodded my depths for a little while longer before dragging himself all the way up to my second entrance. I hate anal, so much.

Master held his hand over my mouth as he sank an inch in. I yelped but otherwise kept quiet. That wouldn't last long. With one powerful thrust he sunk another 3 inches inside. This time I actually began to cry. No matter how many times he does it, it still hurts, really bad. With 4 out of 5 inches inside, he began thrusting. He had to be gentle in the beginning; otherwise it would end up like the first time we tried this. There was a lot of blood.

He moved slowly, moving in and out only a few inches. I was bawling my eyes out, and was probably pretty loud, hence the hand over my mouth. Not that I could see, but the only way Master could fuck me and have his hand over my mouth was to bend halfway over the stump. I could also feel his stomach brushing up against my back, his breath grazing the back of my head. He was saying something, probably about me being tight, but I wouldn't know, I tuned it out long ago. As time went on I loosened up, allowing him to speed up. The more he sped up, the deeper he went, and the deeper he went, the more it hurt. It wouldn't be long. He always took his time working the last inch in, that's when the pain really starts.

Sure enough, I felt his crotch hit my butt. Once he was all the way in, he grinded a little, up, down, left, and right, spreading my hole as far as it could go. With that done, he started doing things his way. Pulling almost all the way out, he rammed his cock into my ass. I would've screamed but, you know. He repeated this again, and again. I swear he tries to slam me harder each time he thrusts. Regardless, it's always some of the worse pain I ever feel. Even after taking his time in the beginning it still hurts as much as ever. Each time, my hole desperately tries to push him out, inadvertently causing him more pleasure, which only causes him to go faster. I was still sobbing as hard as ever but with his hand over my mouth, no one could hear, not unless they really, really close.

Suddenly he flipped me over, laying my back against the stump. He didn't slow down at all, and he still kept his hand over my mouth. Probably as a sick joke he used his free hand to slip a finger into my vagina. A wave of pleasure washed over me but it sure didn't cancel out the extreme pain in my ass. As painful as anal sex was, it did supply me with small amounts of pleasure but nowhere near enough to orgasm. But with a finger working my pussy and a thumb working my clit, I probably would.

Still bending halfway over me, Master continued to pound. His thrusts became frantic, as did his breath. He became so consumed by his pleasure that he completely forgot about me. Shifting both hands to my sides he pushed and pulled me back and forth with each thrust. Of course I screamed, not out of pain or hope of a savior, I'd given hope of that up long ago, but of pure bliss as his final thrusts triggered my orgasm. My whole body quivered as I came, shooting multiple spurts of my fluids into the air. Master wasn't quite finished though. He continued ramming me through my orgasm until he hit his, at least that's what I think happened. I remember feeling a rush of liquids inside of me and hearing his breathy moans but I think those additional thrusts made me double orgasm. I can't remember, I blacked out.

I woke up some time later, back where I started, lying face first on the couch, my asshole sore and still covered in cum. This is the part where I would curse my luck and cry myself to sleep, only I haven't done that in years. No I have look at the positives. Now I had a whole week to myself. No sex, no Master, just sleep.Chapter End Notes:While I usually don't like Male's raping Females, this WAS a request and I had to follow the specifications. By the way, this request is courtesy of TheDarkMoogle.

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