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The next nightJessica stood naked before Angus, trembling. The bruises on her body made him pause momentarily, but then he remembered the lesson he’d been trying to teach her about her place, her role, her lack of status. Her behavior at the kennel had been unacceptable and he went out of his way to make that clear to her. His only regret at the time was that he’d had to stop and let Jim have his night with her. But now it was his night and he would use it to continue where he’d left off.

As she hesitantly dropped her folded arms from her breasts, Angus smiled. Just as Jessica had learned his shower ritual, he knew she’d eventually learn her proper place. And the longer it took her to do so the longer he could get off on it. As he’d pounded his fist down on Jessica the previous day, he’d again been overcome by incredibly strong urges. Not much roused him after he and Beth parted ways, but as soon as he administered punishment to Jessica, something came alive in him. He’d fucked Jessica several times while he’d beaten her too unable to resist the need even though it was against the rules. The men were to restrict sexual activity with Jessica to their assigned days with her. Last night was her night with Jimmy, Angus wasn’t supposed to touch her sexually until the next day when she was his, but he hadn’t been able to help himself.

Memories from the day before, revived that need. After Beth, Angus had vowed that he would never again let a woman use her wiles against him, he would take what he wanted, and that would be it. Jessica had made the mistake of challenging him early on, on this point and from that time forward, she found herself standing naked before him in the bathroom on every night he had with her.

He stepped forward and pinched one of her nipples between his fingers.

It had all begun when she had tried to stage a bathing strike.

Perhaps she thought that if she stank, they would stay away from her.

The other men seemed unable to budge her from her stand, but Angus knew exactly what to do. To her credit, it took a good two weeks of fighting and some pretty savage beatings, but he got her to end her strike, and he got a little treat out of it for himself. Now, on his nights with her, he looked forward to going to the bathroom for a shower where Jessica would, with some coercion, undress and present herself to him.

He would proceed from there as he wished. They would eventually end-up in the shower. He also maintained a strict rule in which she was to wear no clothing while in his room, so once they made it to his room, he’d remind her to drop the towel, and again, present herself to him.

He pinched her other nipple and heard her intake a breath as he non-too gently pulled on it. Moving behind her he slid his hand between her buttocks, then between her legs. His fingers worked their way through the hair on her pussy and he rammed his fingers into her hole. A whimper escaped her, which was all Angus needed to put him over the edge. He pushed Jessica onto all fours and thrust into her from behind. As the pleasure mounted his thrusts increased in momentum and depth. Finally he exploded with pleasure.

As Jessica slid onto her stomach, her forehead to the floor, Angus instinctively reached for her. ‘Fuck!’ Angus muttered to himself, catching himself before he touched her. Beth had trained him good. Even after all these years Angus would habitually try to cuddle after sex. It made him angry to know that he was so weak, so willing to open himself up for use and abuse. Consciously he knew that any type of intimacy following sex would lead him to doom. Experience had taught him well, yet somehow he couldn’t take that knowledge to the subconscious level. He pulled back his hand and got to his feet.

“In the shower,” he said, and prepared to have to repeat himself with increasing agitation, but Jessica began to get to her knees. She pushed all instinct to fight, refuse, take a stand, from her mind and forced herself to want to be in the shower. She made herself want to obey Angus. He pulled her to her feet, and without further prompting Jessica went and got in the shower stall. Angus was rooted to the spot. Jessica stood in the stall, staring at the wall. Normally he’d be pushing, dragging, carrying her to the shower. Paranoia set in. A few strides and he was at the shower. He spun Jessica around and grabbing a handful of her hair he wretched her head back.

“What are you up to?” he demanded his breath hot on her face. He shook her when she didn’t respond.

“I …” she began, worried about how red his face had become. She was confused, she thought that her compliance was supposed to make him happy not tomato-faced angry.

“You’re not getting away with nothing!” Angus thundered, spittle flying from his mouth, sprinkling her face. “Last night wasn’t enough for you? Christ Jessica, you’re going to wear out my fucking fists!”

“No … no Angus,” Jessica said urgently, “I thought you wanted me in the shower! I can go out again, if you want!”

Angus stared at her. His eyes slid down to where Jessica had inadvertently laid her hands on his chest as she spoke. Her nails weren’t digging into him. Her usual battle stare, was oddly absent. Prepared for any attack from her, Angus let go of his grip on her hair.

“This is fine,” he said and looked back at her hands that still rested on his chest. Jessica seemed oblivious to the fact that she was leaning on him. As the threat of immediate abuse subsided, Jessica let her hands fall to her side. Angus ran the water and they showered quickly.

Normally he would have lingered over lathering her up, taking pleasure in claiming her most private parts, as his, but he suspected that something was up and he wanted to deal with it in his room, not the bathroom.

Fifteen minutes later Angus shepherded Jessica into his room. Locking the door, he turned around prepared to bully Jessica into dropping her towel, but instead found her facing him, towel around her feet, and hands clasped behind her back. She shook with fear and it took all of her will power to not curl up onto a ball and hide her private, vulnerable parts from Angus. She wanted to so badly but she pushed that possibility out of her mind.

Taken off guard by Jessica’s second act of un-coerced obedience Angus stared at her for a moment. ‘Okay,’ he thought to himself, though still highly skeptical, he allowed himself for the first time to consider the possibility that the beating he’d administered the night before may have actually had some affect.

“Get on the bed,” he said, and with only a minor hesitation, Jessica did.

He crawled on the bed after her, moving his pelvis between her legs as he crawled over top of her. Angus had perfected the art of pushing his way between her legs, his thigh first and then his pelvis, often needing to wedge his way between her firmly clasped thighs, sometimes resorting to grabbing her breast in his hand and squeezing until she let him in. This time he made his way through with minor resistance. When he got there he worried again about an attack. Well, he decided, if she was going to do it, they may as well get it over with.

“Hands above your head,” he said. A more noticeable hesitation this time, but Jessica raised her hands. With his left hand he pinned down her wrists, and took her breast in his right hand.

“You bite me Jessica and so help me God I’ll rip your tit right off, got it?” Jessica nodded. Angus saw her lower lip quiver. Lunging, he took it between his teeth and nipped. Jessica jerked beneath him. An ache grew in his loin. Releasing her lip he slipped his tongue between her lips and forced it in her mouth. He plunged it deeper into her mouth, into her throat, Jessica as rigid as a board beneath him. He began to tighten his hold on her breast as Jessica moved her teeth around his tongue, but then he realized she was gagging and withdrew. No sooner had Jessica’s gag reflex quieted then Angus was staking claim to her mouth again. Angus felt every cranny of Jessica’s mouth, and was beginning to really enjoy it, when he began to sense that something wasn’t quite right. Something felt different. He withdrew again, and looked down at Jessica. She had her eyes closed. What the hell? Never, ever in the time he’d spent with Jessica did he ever see anything other than her glaring at him or the ceiling, anger and defiance obvious in her expression and eyes. Even more surprising was the way she felt beneath his body. She was no longer rigid. She had relaxed, her body conforming to his. He knew what would end that fast enough. Hardly gently, Angus thrust himself into her, ensuring that each and every thrust was increasingly violent. Unable to restrain himself, Angus climaxed and fell on top of Jessica. He lay panting, and suddenly a shiver ran down his spine. Jessica had remained relaxed the whole time. He got to his knees and looked at her. Her eyes remained closed, and she looked almost serene. Minutes passed before Jessica opened her eyes. She lay staring at the ceiling, not moving. Not her customary roll to the side, back to him, knees to her chest. The second he was off of her, that was what she’d normally do. And then they’d have a battle of wills as he’d roll her back and try to teach her that she was not to do anything, anything, without his say so.

The longer she lay quietly, the more distraught he became. She was going to do something, he knew it. The longer it took her to do it, the antsier he got. Well, he knew how to speed things up a little. Get her going with whatever it was she had planned.

“Turn over,” he said, and Jessica’s eyes widened. That was more like it. She knew what he intended to do, and he knew there was no way she’d let him do it easily.

“Jessica, I said …” but before he could finish the statement, Jessica slowly turned to her stomach.

“On your knees!” he said.