Sunday reading

His voice was harsh and cruel. “You are the slave and he is your master. Look
at him and know that you are nothing but his whore.”
She tried to turn her head away but his hand gripping her by the hair would
not let her move. Then the cat fell again. This time across her back. Twice. The
pain engulfed her and she screamed, her voice almost raw with hoarseness.
It was as if her scream of pain triggered him off. His phallus began to leap like
an angry cobra as his semen came spurting over her. Angrily he lashed at her
again and the pain and the semen seemed to be flowing all together over her
body.
Then it was over and he thrust her violently to the floor. She sprawled,
sobbing, at his feet, unable to move. He stood silently for a moment, breathing
heavily, looking down at her. Then he prodded her with his foot until she rolled
over on her back, her face staring up at him.
His voice was normal now. “Go to the bathroom, whore, and clean yourself.”