HER BEAST part 3

What seems like at eternity passes by for Isabella, while she lays naked on the bed waiting for Samuel. She knows that it will be a little while, but she wants to get this over with. Sex with Samuel was more like being taken by a beast than she could have imagined. He was always rough with her, as if fucking her as hard as he could would drive the demons out of him. He was a haunted man.

Samuel waited downstairs, not really as drunk as he let on, until he heard her lay down. The bed made a loud squeak anytime someone laid down on it. He put his hands to his face, shaking his head. ‘Where did I go wrong? Why won’t she love me? I’m only 15 years her senior. It could have been much worse.’

He was right in this fact. Isabella’s mother was only 14 when she was made to marry her father, who was at the time close to 35 years of age. Her mother had died early in Isabella’s life, when she was just 6. She could remember the screams from her mother’s room. She was having a baby, and it was not going well. Isabella peeked in the door then, not understanding and saw the doctor with a little tiny baby. The baby was not moving and neither was her mother. The doctor shook his head and looked at Isabella’s father, ‘I’m sorry, Johnathon, there was nothing that could be done.’ She heard her father cry out and ran to her room to hide beneath the covers, hoping it was all a bad dream. The next day was a blur for her, as well as the next several years.

Isabella shook her head to clear her thoughts, she heard Samuel coming up the stairs. ‘Just let him get it over with soon.’ The door opens and Samuel walks over to the bed looking at her lying there on the bed. He undresses in the moonlight shining through the window. She watches him remove his clothing and thinks. ‘He’s not a bad looking man, but I don’t love him and never have. Perhaps, if he were a little nicer...’

Her thoughts are interrupted as she feels his hands on her flesh. The way he touches her makes her skin crawl. It reminds her of the night her father gave her to him. She closes her eyes and does her best not to cry. Samuel hates when she cries and gets rougher with her or beats her, as if trying to give her a reason to shed tears. He’s kissing her now, his lips rough on hers, jabbing his tongue through her lips invading her mouth. She doesn’t fight, doesn’t resist. She knows better. He holds her wrists under his hands and mounts her as if she were a horse to be ridden. The penetration is not as good as he wants it, so for the moment he lets go of her wrists. Yet, she lays perfectly still. He takes a pillow and shoving it under her hips, so that they are now angled up for deeper penetration. He gets back between her legs and with them over his shoulders, he thrusts his large, hard cock back into her soft flesh. She whimpers in pain, as he goes in deep like always. She knows he does it on purpose to hurt her.

Samuel loves the way it feels deep inside her sweet pussy. He drives his manhood in deep and hard wanting to hurt her for screwing someone else. He knows that she has and doesn’t need her to tell him. He can smell the other man on her, or in this case beast. The thoughts drive him mad, so he thrusts harder and deeper, hearing her cry out. When she cries out, he gets angry.

“You give yourself freely to a beast, and yet you hate making love with a man. I’ll show you a beast, my sweet little whore,” Samuel says to Isabella in a hushed tone. With that, he pulls himself out of her and flips her over in one swift move. Grabbing her hips and pulling her back to him, she is now situated on her hands and knees in front of him. He drives his hard cock into her tight ass. Feeling it resist and then tearing as he forces his way in. She doesn’t make a sound, save for a tiny gasp at the invasion. He had done it before and had loved the way it felt so tight on his straining cock. He wants her to cry, wants to hurt her like she hurt him by not loving him. Everyone in town liked him, there were plenty of women that would love to be his wife. He slaps her on the cheek, turning it red leaving a large hand print. She was a small woman. Dwarfed in size next to him. Still only a whimper, so he keeps slapping her while thrusting his erection deeper into her ass with each stroke. After several slaps on her ass, he finally breaks her. He hears her crying and with one final thrust, buries himself deep inside her ass and releases his seed.

Finally spent, Samuel lays down on the bed next to a trembling Isabella. He shrugs his shoulders and rolls over, not caring one way or the other what she does unless she leaves the house.

“If you leave the house tonight, I will hunt you down and make you wish you were dead. Do you understand me, Isabella? You are mine. I will kill you before I let another man have you,” he stated simply. Knowing he would get no answer, yet satisfied that she had heard him.

Indeed she heard him. Isabella lay trembling naked on the bed. Still aching all over from the fall into the cellar and being ridden by him like a common street harlot. Her pain and her tears she learned to keep from him, he seemed to need it, feed off of it even. Wincing, as she got up, she tiptoed across the room to the washroom. With the bit of water in the pitcher, Isabella washed her face and body. Very gently washing the areas that were the sorest.