“If you were sorry you wouldn't have done it in the first place,” he retorted, the same glare on his face as he sampled a breast with his mouth soon after. He squeezed the other breast in his hand as he felt the warmth of that orb against the touch of his body. His teeth scrapping and tugging against a nipple, not yet biting with enough force to brake the skin but as she attempted to press her legs closed he drew his hand away from her breast back handing her again, this time striking the opposite cheek.

“Open up, Vikky!” And he struck the opposite cheek to show that he could keep doing this indefinitely. With the second blow he placed more force behind it, more with the thirds and if there needed to be a fourth and succeeding blows worse still until she complied and opened those legs for him.

Unimpeded now his hand slips beneath her pants and course over the slit of her sex.

“Fucking slut! You like being hit, is that why your such a bitch hoping someone hits you. Like this?” He cracked her again for good measure as a finger pressed against her special pearl and began circling it at first then placing it between his index and forefinger he began tugging on it.

“I bet you can't wait to have something nice and hard shoved into you, you slut.”

She gasped as Vilmer bit down on her nipple, not knowing he wasn’t biting with full force. Her breasts were now his playthings. Whole of her was his plaything. She still held one hand in front of her face to hide her tears while now grasping the shackle with the other, just to hold something. Soon enough, his hand seeking between her legs was hampered by her closing her legs…

Her cheek was hit. He didn’t like that she tried to hold him off. The hand which had been hiding her face lost its way and fell down on her side. It hurt. Vikky was hit again on the other cheek before she managed to grasp that she was supposed to open her legs. Her brain was dazzled. She wasn’t used to pain like this. This was definitely not normal. Vikky was stunned and immobile long enough for a third hit to bring her back to reality, when she lifted her still free hand to defend against any additional hits. “St-stop it…” And she opened her legs, giving the hand free reign to…

Vikky shivered at the sensation as the hand slid over her slit. She… she really had been aroused by this treatment… this can’t be normal…

Again. She was hit again along with the words that she liked being hit. Directly after, she gasped as her clit received attention, her body quivering in pain and pleasure beneath him. It… it didn’t become better as he mentioned things being shoved into her…

“N-no… that’s not…” Her cheeks were hurting. Her eyes were teary. Her white panties were getting wet. Vikky was scared, as she didn’t know her boyfriend could act like this. Sh-she’d have to be extra careful in the future…

“Good girl,” he snarled as her hand came up to ward against future blows. He had gotten what he was after and shackled to the bed post as she was there was no hope for her to ward him off. He had now noticed the tears staining her cheeks but did not soften as if he were incensed enough not to care. He smiled at the handiwork, in getting her in this state to begin with. She opened up for him and he began his exploration of her body.

“Don't you fucking argue with me! I got the proof right here.” He dashed his fingers down against her moist slit then he shoved two fingers inside her forcefully.

One thrust with those fingers and he pulled them away from her. He shoved her the evidence before he sucked her juices off of those fingers. He pressed his other hand about her neck, squeezing, choking her …

“Don't you ever fucking lie to me you little slut! I SAVED YOU FROM STEIN, YOU'RE MINE BITCH!” He continued to choke her a bit, listening to those choking sounds before he shoved her further into the bed away from that hand as if suddenly grasping something hot.

“Now, Vik, you want something hard inside you, don't you you fucking slut?”

He didn’t like that she tried to resist the notion that she was a slut. B-being a slut was really something about how one acted, and not from how one reacted from being teased, but…

Vikky jolted with wide eyes as she felt the two fingers press into her slit with full force. Her lower lips parted joyfully to allow the two objects entrance, sending an unexpected wave of sensations through Vikky. G-gee… she was so… dirty, and Vilmer was showing it for her. Having left her slit instantly, the two fingers showed the moisture they had picked up from her lower area to her eyes. Th-that was… proof. Vilmer sucked the liquids off in front of her, and then he…

The girl couldn’t do anything but stare in shock as the hand pressed over her neck, seemingly intent on strangling her. I-it hurt. Her neck hurt. S-she couldn’t breathe. Her mouth was making strange noises as she tried desperately to get oxygen. Vilmer was above her, declaring his ownership over her. So powerless. He could kill her. Vikky couldn’t do anything. Panic was crossing her expression. W-was he going to…?

He shoved her away. Vikky gasped and coughed as her ability to breathe returned. Her free hand which wasn’t bound by a shackle searched its way to her neck, confirming that it was still intact. Tears were trailing down her cheeks. Vilmer was… very frightening right now. Th-there was no way she could resist. There was no way she could answer anything else and risk being hurt again.

“Y-yes… I-I wa-” Vikky coughed as another batch of locked-in air came free. “- I want… something hard inside me… S-so don’t hurt me…” Vikky stared in fear at her boyfriend, afraid of what might follow.

He grinned down at her as he considered for a moment. “Take your panties off and spread you legs.” He had not waited to see her comply as he walked back to the bag and looked over the shackles that she was so kind in packing up.

Provided that she listened he wouldn't have to hurt her for non compliance … He selected one of the shackles, made his way to the side of the bed and secured her free hand. He noted her tears and shook his head slightly.

“Suck it up you fucking cry baby. You wanted this.” Vilmer considered for a moment then walked to the foot of the bed to gaze at her wet folds.

“Only a slut would get this turned on. I was going to give you something hard but I changed my mind. Now shall I evaluate your performance as a girlfriend Vikky? Huh? Since your obviously so fucking good at taring someone down …"

He walked to the bag deciding to start with what he got out of the bathroom. He laid out a whit towel taking his time unfolding it. He was not looking at her now as he unfolded then refolded the towel as if using it to keep busy. He seemed to be considering something.

“Shall I begin?” He gazed back towards the bed. “And you can close your legs now you slut. I'm not going to fuck you … yet.”

Th-the answer had apparently pleased him, as he simply commanded her to take off her panties and... so. Vilmer left her lying in the bed, and Vikky wasted no time curling into sitting straight in the bed with the shackled hand as close to the bedpost it was bound to as possible. She shook off her torn shirt because… it was now uncomfortable to wear. The bra hanging beneath her breasts covering absolutely nothing was left for now. But she couldn’t draw it off her shackled arm… In any case. Vikky let her free hand under her intact skirt to pull down her white panties, and after some maneuvers she managed to draw them off. Then… Vilmer returned with another shackle. Vikky was about to voice a complaint but saw the futility of it as her free hand was drawn over and shackled by another bedpost [I assume]. She lay down in the bed, both arms restrained now, legs spread so her vagina would be visible under her skirt, staring up in fright at Vilmer.

He stared right up between her legs from the end of the bed… it was… embarrassing. N-no, stop talking about how I was… don’t… Y-you’re not going to enter me? Wh-what are you going to… then…?

He took up a white towel… what was he going to do with a white towel? Vikky stared blankly, unable to remove her tears. He was… doing something. Obeying his command, the restrained girl closed her legs, unsure what her boyfriend was planning to do to her as she lay helpless on her back restrained with both her arms against a bedpost each by two shackles… She didn’t give an answer to his question if he should begin, she just stared in fright…

He looked yo when she did not respond noticeable the shirt that she had all but removed he gazed at the white bra which had to go but soon. He was only on the bathroom stuff after all. “Such a slut. I never told you to take off your shirt so I guess I'll have to punish you.”

Vilmer shook his head slightly. “You're such a terrible girlfriend. I only put up with you because you put out but that is getting rather stale. All the constant belittlement. It's not as if I'm all that bad either, but you don't pass up the opportunity to belittle me when it comes up.

“You wouldn't even suspect that I saved you from Stein with such a criticizing air. I doubt that will ever change. I dealt with it so far, but really, I've already had you and I wonder if I would have been better off with Rhina after all. She's not bitching at Nikolas all the time is she?”

He took a bar of soap out of the bag then wrapped it tight as he twisted the towel about it as he rose from the floor and moved toward the bed.

A hand swept over her chest, he grinned down at her. “Have anything to say to that? Not that it will help you now anyway but I'll give you the chance to speak your mind before I beat you."

E-eh? I-I wasn’t supposed to...!? Punish me just because of…!?

Vilmer way overstepped what Vikky had expected. Sh-she had expected a physical assault, not a… no, don’t say that… stop saying that! Vikky felt her entire body resigning to despair just due to the cruel words he told her. She knew it might all be part of the act, but… these words… they genuinely hurt… N-no… I don’t… belittle… I think… put up with me? I’m someone to… put up with…? C-criticizing… I-it was true she was regularly giving commands to him, but… W-was this his real…? Rh-Rhina!? N-no! Y-you’re mine! B-but… I can’t… hold you… Tears were running freely. She didn’t have any defense. Vilmer was saying so cruel things…

A hand brushed over her, and he grinned down on her… Vikky couldn’t even see what kind of grin that was… Her eyes were… too wet from crying… S-something to say? Th-that was…

“I… I didn’t think…” Vikky breathed in. Maybe saying ‘I didn’t think you were capable of saying things that cruel’ wasn’t a good idea. “I didn’t think I was so horrible…” … So she turned it around. “P-please… give me one more chance… I-I’ll try to be a better girlfriend… I love…” Vikky’s voice trailed off as she stared up at him in despair.

He brought the bar of soap/towel contraption down letting it thunk near her head with a sicking thud. “Really, I should beat some sense into you.” He seemed to consider as his hand coursed down her smooth abdomen.

“Hm. Maybe I'd be convinced to give you that second chance. I don't know if the sex is actually worth it. I mean, there was the hospital that was nice. The night of … but after that I had to deal with a lot of Stein shit and wait on you until you were ready. Yet you still beat me up over stupid shit.”

He gazed at her and considered. “Perhaps you'd like Nikolas better. I heard he's single now too. For that matter I know Rhina is. I'll let you consider that for a moment, don't go any where.”

As if she could. He returned a short while later with his baseball bat. After a quick second he fished through the bag for the keys of the shackle undoing one and handing her the bat. “Show me ...”

E-eh? Soap... towel? Vikky hadn’t pieced it together quite yet, but suddenly she realized what it could be used for. Thankfully, he only dropped it… dangerously close to her head. Vikky closed her eyes quickly, not wanting to risk getting any of it in her eyes. Then… she felt him touch her. She opened her eyes with a resigned expression as Vilmer’s hand was brushing down her stomach area. Oh… Gee…

Sex… worth it? That sounded awfully like he was only with her for the sex… Wh-which was a painful notion… That would mean he didn’t really love her… Vikky’s tears streamed on a bit extra at the horrible notion. Th-that… she didn’t want that… … What was he looking at her like that for…

… No. Not Nikolaus. Vikky wouldn’t… He’s an OK guy, but he’s not… not… “N-no… I don’t want Nik… I don’t… I want…you… Rhina… can’t have you…” She was honestly frightened. Vilmer’s display felt so real Vikky had almost been convinced. But Vilmer had left the room, leaving Vikky in her pained condition, sobbing and quivering. Then… he came back. With the… with the bat? He unlocked one of her shackles, and handed it to her… Vikky stared in stunned silence at the bat she had been given.

Show him? “Y-you want me to…” It was painfully obvious. He wanted her to recreate when she had… “G-gee… alright then…” Vikky resigned herself, and lay back. Without looking, Vikky let her hand guide the end of the bat closer to between her legs, which she spread to allow the bat entrance… She momentarily touched herself with the bat. Oooh, gee. Last time… it had hurt at the time of entry. O-Ok, so she just needed to… push it in slowly… "Nnnnnnnng…!"

Vikky shivered as the bat prodded shallowly into her, not yet as far in as the previous bat had been. Bats… weren’t made for this… Vikky's body squirmed from the sensations…

Vilmer nodded as she inquired about the bat. He walked to the foot of the bed to get a better look as she used it as implied. He knew that bats were designed for this, that's what amazed him about matters when she first told him of this but she complied.

Really she had no choice. She was afraid, he could see that as her pussy was stretched out before him. He listened at the sounds spilling from her lips as she did this.

She must have been worried to, Vilmer watched, seemingly impassive as she did as instructed. “Man, it looks like you've fucked the entire baseball team, Vikky! How's that feel? You like that, don't you, you slut?”

Vikky was having a hard time responding. The bottom of the bat was pushing aside her inner walls of her sex quite the same way a cock would. Except it wasn’t one. It was made of something else. The shape was different too. Vikky closed her eyes to endure as she pushed it in further, her pussy pressing down on the foreign object. Fortunately she was substantially wet so she could at least attempt receiving the bat… Oh, gee… Her cheeks were flushed and her breath heavy as the bat pressed further into her tense body, her slit eating up the head of the bat. G-gee… this actually… felt good…

“N-ngh… I-it feels… Yeah…” She didn’t manage much, as the bat was pressed by herself into deeper regions. Vikky relaxed herself where she was lying in the bed, letting her lose herself to the sensations of the invading object. Th-this bat was Vilmer’s too, right? Then… it was fine… It was something of Vilmer’s… entering her…

Vilmer watched on. He could see the flushed look on Vikky's cheeks easily enough. God she was wet. He moved to the edge of the bed and sat down as she worked to get a better look. He could see the odd shape of the bat pressing against her and could only imagine that it would have hurt doing this the first time around.

Even now, he imagined that it couldn't have felt too pleasant but to his surprise she seemed to be enjoying this so he did not have her stop, not yet anyway. He was interested in seeing how far this would go. How far she would take it while he reached out to her clit rubbing against it in small counter clock wise circles.

He watched on for a little bit in silence though the bat was being driven inside her or slammed in he watched on with a casual smirk on his features.

“Good. Now would you like to see what I found in the kitchen now? If so you can stop now unless your such a slut that you can't and need something and hard inside you. If your interested in getting another chance though do away with the bat or should I just leave you here?”

He stood up, grinned as he looked down the disheveled body present before him.

“Oooh...” It was pretty deep... Vikky changed her grip of the bat so she held higher up on it, allowing more of it to be pressed into her. She flinched in slight chock as the bat was stopped by her insides, resulting in a hit against her from within. The girl quivered in the bed, moaning constantly from the assaulting bat. O-OK… now… Vikky kept her legs spread as she started pulling the bat outwards… then inwards… the repetitions were slow, but GEE… Vikky relaxed gasping in the bed while fucking herself with a baseball bat.

“Iiiih…!?” Vikky flinched once again with a small scream when her clitoris was suddenly rubbed against by Vilmer’s hand. Her pleasured and blushing expression turned towards Vilmer, to see what he was doing… then she relaxed again, continuing her repetitions and allowed herself to be pleasured further by Vilmer as her clit was rubbed while the bat was shuffling back and forth within her… Vikky was unable to get a very fast speed to it with only one hand, but she did her best and gosh it felt good… She couldn’t stop her mouth from making pleasured sounds… If this continued, she’d eventually come…

Eh? F-found in the kitchen? Stop? She was to stop? Vikky felt a bit dismayed at that she had to stop, but she had to. For Vilmer.

“N-no… I’ll… I’ll take it out…” With that, she slowly pulled out the bat, shivering at the sensations of the bottom of it pressed its way out of her, eventually leaving her perverted slit behind. Vikky lay there, breathing heavily, wearing only a skirt and a pulled down bra on her belly, one arm still shackled with a taken off shirt trapped by it as she shifted her gaze to Vilmer to see what he had in store for her next.

He took the bat from her and she noted the bulge in his pants. Perhaps it was left over from earlier when he was setting up the camera, perhaps it was from the power he lorded over her now. He made on final flick of her clit as he moved away from the bed returning to the ba.

Vilmer set down the bat next to the bag then looked inside his bag. What he pulled out next was a knife, a rather large one, not a bread knife though. He returned to the side of the bed the flat of the blade skimming along her bare chest. The end of the blade hitched beneath the bra beneath those glorious breasts, a hand setting down on one of the orbs to grant himself the leverage to cut the fabric with. Once done he removed the bra completely then stradled her high on the chest.

With the knife he skimmed it along her chest slowly the point coming to rest over a nipple were he paused for a moment.

But he grinned and moved the knife from her. “This isn't the only thing I found in the kitchen but it was the first.” He brought the knife up higher on her chest, pressing it firmer against her until hard enough to cause a thin red line to appear.

“Now I suggest that it is time to put your mouth to work before I decide to show you just how adapt this here little knife can be.”

He moved the blade further down her body to give her more space to move.