Hi guys! This idea came to me really suddenly, and I just had to write it down!

Warning: References of sexual slavery acts.

Disclaimer: The characters do not belong to me, however, the plot does!

Enjoy!

"Bella! Bella! Isabella fucking Denali, get your bitch ass over here now!"

I sighed, and set down the tea towel I had been drying dishes with, walking towards the voice of my lovely husband. I could hear him stomping around, occasionally slamming things on the ground. I entered the lounge and saw his angry figure pacing the length of the room, cursing under his breath.

"I have been calling you for ages you bitch!"

"Sorry, James, I couldn't hear you," I mumbled, hoping he would believe the lie.

"Like hell you didn't!" shouted James, as he paced over to me, in three short, angry strides, grabbing me by the base of my skull and pulling my face within inches of his. "You are my wife, and I expect you to fulfil that duty 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, whenever I need you! Not when it suits you!" he gave a sharp tug on my hair. "I have had a long and tiring shift, and I need some relaxation, not your stupid antics!"

I yelped with surprise, as he pulled again. "Quiet, bitch!" he commanded. "On your knees!"

I took a deep breath, knowing what was coming next, as I fell to my knees before him. I eyed his tent, disgusted. Disgusted with him, for being turned on through something like that, but mainly disgusted by myself, disgusted by the levels I had sank to.

I gently brushed my hands over his tent, closing my eyes and taking another steadying breath. I heard his breath hitch, and then become faster. I slowly pulled the fly of his chinos down, one tooth at a time, before pulling them down far enough to allow me access, doing the same with his boxers, until his prominent erection was inches away from my face. I trailed my finger lightly along the underside of his dick, before massaging the head. I heard James' low, guttural moan, as his hands found their way back into my hair. I took him completely in my mouth, and began swirling my tongue around the head, trying not to think about what I was doing. I moved my tongue down the shaft, trailing my teeth along the underside, as his breathing increased and he continuously moaned my name. My name sounded dirty coming from his mouth, plagued.

I suddenly increased the speed, and began fucking him with my mouth, managing to fit his whole length in my mouth at once. He wasn't as big as he thought. I kept going, until I heard his moans increase in volume, and I felt him cum, short, hot ribbons in my mouth, until he twitched one final time, and then was limp and empty in my mouth. "Every last drop, Isabella, every last drop..." he moaned, as I swallowed, before licking him clean and tucking him back in gently, grimacing at the disgusting taste that now lingered in my mouth.

I stood up, as James watched me, a smile on his lips. He looked tired, but his eyes were full of a fire, one that I knew all too well. "See Isabella, was it really too hard to act like a wife?" he walked past me, back towards the front door, turning to face me as he reached it. "I am going out, I will be back late. Don't wait up," and swept out of the house.

Shaking, I sat down on the couch, on the verge of tears, but refusing to let any fall. I was strong, I had been for the last six months; I wasn't going to give up now.

I took a steadying breath, and stood up, still feeling a bit unsteady, as I walked upstairs to brush my teeth and rid my mouth of the disgusting flavour. I stared at myself in the mirror, and saw this pale, lifeless woman staring back at me with empty eyes, her normally pallor skin stained red with shame.

"Soon," I thought, "Soon Renee will be better, and I will be free."

"Isabella, Isabella," I heard a husky voice call out from next to me. I smelt the vodka on his breath before I saw him.

"Good, you're awake!" he cackled, as he pulled down my pyjama bottoms, and stuck his hard dick, already covered with a condom, into my dry vagina. I gasped, feeling highly uncomfortable, as James continued to pump in and out of my dry-as-a-bone region, pulling my shirt up, and biting down on my breasts, hard. He slammed in and out, again and again, harder each time, and biting down with more force as he came closer to his climax. "Isabella...mmm, you feel soooo gooooood...your tight, tight TIGHT pussy, dripping and ready for me, you little whore...my little whore", he grunted out against my skin, as I lay, still, motionless.

He moaned out, louder, as he continued to slam into me, until he finally came, and slowed down, riding out his orgasm. He lay there, inside me, with his head nestled between my swollen breasts, breathing heavily, as he fell asleep on top of me, suffocating me with his weight.

He had already started round two, while I was still asleep. I felt him moving inside me, heard him grunting, felt him pinning my arms above my head, and smelt the sheen of sweat between us. I opened my eyes, and glanced at the clock. 5.32am. James continued pumping, until he came, and then withdrew, and walked towards the bathroom to get ready for work. I heard the shower start, and tried hard not to cry, as every part of my body ached.

Soon, he walked back into our room, showered, dressed and shaved, and gathered his things he would need for work. "When I get home tonight, I expect you ready in bed for me. Fully naked, wearing only a pair of killer heels, and blindfolded. Got it?"

"But James, I feel really sore today-"

"Get over it whore. You sold yourself to me, to pay for your mother's treatment. I can just as easily stop that treatment, and your mother can go back to being how she was before- dying," James said in a menacing voice, before leaving for work. I sighed, and turned over, to look at the clock. 6.03am. I would have to get up now anyway, for work. I got up, and walked over to the bathroom, and started the shower, brushing my teeth at the same time.

I stripped off, and stood in front of the mirror, assessing the damage today. My breasts were covered in bruises from being bitten at, pressed, and squeezed. My forearms were covered in bruises, literally, and hurt every time I moved. My thighs had angry hand shaped bruises as well, and my vaginal lips were swollen to twice their normal size. The back of my neck was all purple.

I stepped into the shower, feeling the warm water trickle over me. I washed my hair, and soaped my body. When I opened my eyes after removing the shampoo, I looked down. There was a long trickle of blood, going from my vagina down past my knee. And it was not my period.

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