Further explorations with the truth

"What is happening to me, Master?" she asked, laid beneath me, her heels crossed at the back of my legs.

"It is nothing, really," I said to her, regarding her from above.

"I did not know it could be like this," she said, shaking.

"There is much you did not know," I said, pushing into her more deeply, the curves of her bare body jarred with the force.

"Oh!" she cried, biting her bottom lip. I felt her fingers digging into my back desperately.

"And much more you have yet to learn," I said, leaning in closer, breathing into her ear.

"There cannot be more!" she said, eagerly raising her hips to me.

"You have only begun to understand what it is to be a woman," I said to her, my breath catching.

"Finish in me, Master," she moaned, biting at my shoulder, wrapping her arms around me tightly as she shook. "Please!"

How beautiful women are. How maddeningly beautiful. The rape, for that is what I was doing to her, became less patient after that. Less gentle. I threw Mina's legs apart, denying her the possessive grip of her thighs about me. Her wrists grasped in my hands, I drew her arms above her head, stretching her out beneath me. I forced her to yield, demanding more each time, dizzy with the scent of sweat and copulation rising around us.

"I cannot!" she protested.

"You will," I commanded.

And she did. Every time. She was not given a choice. Eventually, I did finish in her, causing her to blush furiously. The simplicity of it, the way men and women are built, how natural it is for her to submit to the use of a man, no longer confounds her. It does, however, shame her. She will have to get over it, and in time she will. She cannot afford the pretense of dignity that she enjoyed as a free woman. Men will not allow it. Besides, it would be hypocritical to cling to dignity after being raped on the floor of a rented room. Wouldn't it?

"There is truly more, Master?" she asked, still shy about being completely naked, supine on the floor beside my couch, where I lay. I threw the rag I had torn from her hips across her belly, as I regarded her from the comfort of the couch. It did not cover her, really, but I was fond of the aesthetic.

"There is more," I said.

"I cannot move my legs," she said. "I am still shaking."

"There is more," I assured her. "Much more."

"I could not bear more," she said.

"In time, you will beg for more," I said. "In time, if you are not raped regularly, you will whine and whimper for it."

"Am I permitted no dignity, Master?"

"None," I said.

I was just about to fall asleep, perhaps half an ahn later, when she spoke again.

"Was I any good, Master?" she asked.

"Go to sleep," I said. "Slut."

"Thank you, Master," she said.