Seri had been raised as a good girl.  She knew her place, knew who to respect and who to keep happy.  She had felt her father's crop at times and the lash of whip when she had been really naughty.  She had laughed and joked, smiled and cried.  Her childhood had been one of luxury and having things that many only dreamt about.  She had been blessed, but the blessing had gone.  She had been wrenched from her life of luxury and thrown into this life, becoming the plaything of a man who was no man.<br/><br/>She had no idea who he was or where he had come from before he had become so powerful.  He was evil, brutal and enjoyed the violence that his name carried before him.  He had a reputation for loyalty and those who failed him did not do it again.  He was a Demon, he possessed and expected total obedience.  Those who failed him felt his wraith and then death followed, sometimes on swift wings, sometimes slow and lingering.  She knew she had to please him, to continue to please him, or her destiny would be to die at his hand and the young woman did not want that.  She wanted to at  least make some effort with her life.<br/><br/>He was commanding, controlling. Moving in and out of her with pain filled thrusts.  She cried with each one, whimpering as pain and pleasure warred within her.  She wanted to scream, to fight, but she also wanted to beg, to ask him to hurt her, to show her how she could please him.  She whimpered loudly, eyes wide as the emotions exploded through her.  His hand pressed around her throat, she gulped, he would feel her pulse, fluttering with fear as she felt his thick heavy fingers close around her.<br/><br/>Then he began on her nipples, pinching them, pulling, forcing pain through her body in every possible way, making her accept the pain and pleasure and she was confused knowing which was the one she wanted, liked, needed.  She moaned, her body his to command, his to explore.  His to bend and break as he saw fit.<br/><br/>Her gaze locked with his as he spoke, his voice echoing into the dark recesses of her mind, she felt his power, his aura smothering her mind, she moaned softly, “Master, please please Master don't take my rear, please that would hurt so much and I really don't want you to hurt me.  Please I will be a good slave for you if you would not take me there” she begged him, her voice shaky, she moaned and writhed under him, that dark, deep need bubbling in her belly as he continued to pound in her, making her his in a way she could never begin to understand..