Most awaited Veronica Mervyn's Point Of View at present while staying secretly in Clint's Mansion. (Mansion of Dominic Clint) "Touch me, slut." Dominic glared harshly into my eyes as he demanded me for his pleasure. I hurried to oblige him. "Yes," I moaned as I seized his hard dick into my hand. In a flash, he clasped my throat. "Yes, what?" he commanded. "Yes, Master," I whispered. "I'm sorry master." After a brief hesitation, his nod signaled that he accepted my apology. At least for then. I started pumping his cock, lying nude next to him, my nipples puckered in excitement and my pussy ached. All I wanted was to please him, for him to use me for his pleasure and every desire. By the look in his eyes, I knew he would. "Come on, what is it?" "Yes, master. I breathe to satisfy you. I survive to s

Irina Ivor's Point Of View. My eyes fluttered open and I felt my body exhausted. My eyes were worn out because of the darkness surrounding me. I lifted my hand and rubbed my eyes while trying to focus on the dark surrounding. I felt the cold and rough metal around my hands, neck, and both of my legs. With the help of one of my hands, I tried to sit straight and touched the metal that was hugging my body tightly. It felt like a chain, securing my neck, both of my hands and legs. I panicked and touched the chain-like structure again to confirm and was panicked again, also the intensity increased with each minute passing by. My heart started to thud vigorously and frigid chills spread in each of my bones. Frightenedly I hurled both of my hands in the darkness, with a slight hope of rising from the bad dream, in which I was in but to no avail. I wanted to scream but, not even a weak voice could be heard. I tried again while

Irina Ivor's Point Of View. "I appointed her as a slut of my hard-working men. She is the one and only one in our whole mansion, so isn't it a prestigious post?" He whispered in her ears while I trembled like a leaf. He pulled himself and smiled contentedly at me while a set of new tears flowed through my face. Have you ever wondered at one point in your life about how and why your destiny turned into a disastrous way or, to be precise in a cruel way? I was wondering because I had never thought, even in my dreams, that a situation will arise in which dream of my man, Ernest Mervyn would abuse and torture me. Not only physically but also verbally and emotionally. What had I done to earn a satisfied grin and pleasure on the face of my love, while I was enduring terrible pain? My whole right-hand was on fire and in unbearable pain. He mercilessly dislocated my shoulder and busted my h

Ernest Mervyn's Point Of View...Sleepless nights, here we go again. Its 3:22 AM and I was still fully awake, staring at the ceiling emotionless. There was not even an ounce of sleep in my eyes. Too many thoughts were swirling in my head and causing me nauseous. All I could think about is betrayal. I had trusted and loved Irina Ivor and her father since we were little. We used to be inseparable but not anymore.Being in love could often lead a person to do anything in order to make the other happy, or to keep from loosing them. I did everything in my power just for her happiness. Her contagious smile was the only thing, I used to desire. Love makes one incapable of distinguishing right from wrong, and often the person who is the receiver of this kind of blind love will take advantage of the circumstance and it happened in my case. The only thing, I expected from her was loyality but, I guess I asked for the most expensive thing which she couldn't afford.

Veronica took a long, hot bath and laid out everything she would need. Three lengths of silk rope, two padlocks, an elastic band, duct tape, and a brand-new vibrator with an intensifying vibration pattern and remote. Ever since, she happened to live with Dominic Clint in his mansion, she had been addicted to sex. Not only because of new kinks, she happened to explore everyday but also because of her frustration, as she couldn't be with his brother, for a time being. She knew, whatever she was feeling against her brother consider as sickness but she couldn't help herself out. Her parents had enemies but she had to bear the consequences of enmity between them, although she was not at fault anywhere.  Since childhood, she had lived only with her brother, grounded in the mansion. She knew only her brother as a friend and she shared everything with him only. Not by choice obviously, and at last she made her choice which was not acceptable at all. The moment she hit h