Tortured By My Mate

ELORA

My face stung as I staggered even more. I blamed myself for not expecting the slap. Ethan lashed out again, and again.

Left cheek, right cheek, left again. I fell backwards, my vision went blank for a moment.

He didn't stop. He picked me up from the floor and threw me across the room, causing my ribcage to collide with the table that was at the center of the room. 

I yelped unable to help myself. It hurt that I was weak. How was I supposed to protect my family I was terrible at protecting myself form a mere idiot?

 My hands began to tremble from the pain as blood rushed to my head. I placed a hand on my side and struggled to stand up. 

"You fucking bitch!" Ethan said walking over to me. By now all the attention in the room was on us. He walked to me and picked me by the hair, examining my bleeding face. Then he pouted like he cared.

"Oh, no! Did I hurt my mate?" he said with mock concern, his right thumb running across my bleeding lips. 

I closed my eyes, this time expecting the pain that was coming. I made sure to detach my body, to endure the pain.

"Are you okay, My Love?" He mocked a little more. And with those words, he lifted my face and banged it against the table. I fell to the ground with a broken nose. There. I hardly felt the pain. I was proud of myself.

"You're going too easy on her," someone yelled. Gary.

I peeped through the mass of hair that had covered my face as I lay on my side, bleeding.

"Just as I thought," another person laughed and then moaned. 

It was Noah. He was seated now. The slave's head was buried in his lap as he sipped a glass of wine. He spoke between moans and sighs of pleasure from the slave that was milking his cock.

"Come on, Ethan!  Show that traitor's daughter who is boss!" He yelled, egging Ethan on.

Ethan had ego problem. If his friends didn't think he was manly enough, or powerful enough, he would go to great lengths to prove them otherwise. I knew he would hit some more, and before that trail of thought left my mind, I blacked out from his boot to my face.

And then I felt cold wine on my face, jerking me back to reality. I opened my eyes and tried to sit up, each part of my body hurt like hell. My ribs were on fire, my legs couldn't carry me and I couldn't feel my nose.

"Get up!" 

It was Ethan who had poured the drink. He pulled me by the collar and forcefully wiped my face with a jacket that had been lying on the floor. He pulled me to himself and brought me to kneel in front of his crotch as he sat on the chair.

"Time to do some sucking." He said, grabbing my hair with one hand and the other hand unfastening his pants.

He opened up his pants, pulled them down a bit and let loose his cock. It stood straight into the air, dripping with precum from the tip. He shook it a bit, letting the precum slide off it's sides, running down to his ballsack. Then he rubbed the precum all over it, pumping it a few times.

"Now suck off your mate, Traitor," he ordered, pulling my hair and dropping my face into his lap, inches away from his wet cock.

I hesitated for a moment, refusing to suck him off. I saw the lights again as he slapped my face harder than all the other times combined. Then he put his other hand on my jaw and forced my mouth open, letting his cock slide freely into my mouth all the way to the back of my throat.

I was pretty sure he still called me 'MATE' just to mock and torture me.

A couple of years after my father had been killed by Alpha Rasmus and labelled a traitor, Ethan had found out that I was his mate. He had been so repulsed and horrified that he had only agreed to bring me in so he could torture me.

I was more of his slave than his mate. I wish he would just reject me and be done with it.

Everyday was torture and pain.

He had brought in my Mother and siblings and let them live in the slave quarters out back, close to the ranch and horse stables. They fed on slave's food, but they were mostly safe. Ethan was content with pouring his fury and disappointment on me.

Noah, Ethan and Gary had had crushes on me since we were little. They'd always voiced it even though we had all been good friends. 

That all changed when papa had been killed. Their crush must have turned to violent hatred, and that was all Ethan showed me. He hit me, cut me, bruise me, use me and then repeat the process later. Often times, he would ask me to kneel and watch him pump his cock into another female. He would make sure I was pained and very hurt as he fucked her while his eyes looked into mine.

When wolves are mated, the moment the right is completed, except one wolf rejects the other— if one of them has sex with another, their partner would feel deep grief and pain in their hearts. Many times, this pain was almost physical if you watched them do it. Ethan knew this. So he fucked everything he could right before my eyes.

 

"Gag, Bitch!" He commanded! He pulled my head down harder, letting the tip of his cock touch the back of my throat now. He pushed and thrust, back and forth. Going as fast and hard as he could, letting his cock fill my throat, causing me to gag and choke. Spittle dribbled down with precum from both sides of my mouth unto his cock.

After a while, I had begun to go with the rhythm. Bobbing back and forth automatically, trying to get him to cum and leave me alone. I pushed down into his cock, letting the shaft sink deeper into my throat causing Ethan to let out a sharp moan of pleasure. He relaxed a bit more, placing only one hand on my head, he pushed even harder, letting my throat milk his cock, all the way down to his ball sack. 

Suddenly, I choked and began to cough. Some of the precum and spittle had run into my nose. I coughed and held my already broken nostrils.

Ethan lashed out with his fist again.

"I told you to Gag on my cock not choke on it, you traitorous bitch!"

I fell to the ground in a heap. Not much strength left to get up. Ethan was about to strike again when someone knocked on the door.

"Finally, some food!" One of the females said gleefully. 

I turned slightly to see who had brought food to the den of alligators. It was Alma.