Chapter 3:
It was 8 p.m and the sun had already started setting when Veronica arrived at the Chicagostreet. It was a small, quiet street on the edge of the town with many unoccupied houses. She went along the street and took a look at the note again to figure out what the exact number was.
"1032", she mumbled.
Veronica knew the street, she used to play there a lot when she was a child, there wasn`t much traffic and the other kids who lived there were all really nice. But now this street scared the living hell out of her, it has changed a lot, the houses her friends lived in were demolished now, the ground was uneven and the little candy shop, which used to be right there in the corner was closed now.
It looked like the past just died, but the "ghosts" and memories still lingered here.
Veronica looked around at the houses numbers. "1032, there it is", she said to herself in relief that she had finally found the correct house. It was a small house with a front yard that looked like it hadn`t seen a lawnmower in ages.
She took a deep breath in and went straight to the door not knowing what she should expect behind it.
She took another deep breath in and ringed at the old wooden door. After 30 seconds her ears perked up at the sound of heavy footsteps behind the door. Veronica felt herself getting nervous, her hands got a little sweaty and her knees got weak, she didn`t know what to expect, maybe D. Ambrose was a serial killer who looked for young women to rape them, kill them and drink their blood. If this was the case Veronica had made it quiet easy for him by walking right into the trap.
The door finally opened and a tall man, maybe four or five years older than herself stood in the door frame. He had messy light brown hair and wore a black tank top paired with an also black leather jacket and dark blue jeans. He looked at her up and down without saying anything. His tall and masculine stature intimidated her.
"Come in", he said in a deep, raspy voice. His voice sent chills down her spine, she had never heard a voice like his, it was erotic and terrifying at the same time.
Veronica did as she was told and followed him inside without making any sound, the door snapped loudly behind them. She felt her guts twist thinking about what she has gotten herself into; taking advice from a drunken dosser, going to a strangers house at late evening and now being alone with a strange man, whose appearance intimidated her as fuck.
The man – who obviously must be the infamous D. Ambrose leaned against a wall with his arms folded across his chest looking down at her with a self-pleased smirk on his face. Veronica just looked down at her feet not knowing what to do or to say.
"Fucking look at me, bitch", he hissed as he put his index finger under her chin to lift it up and make her look at him. Veronica had to swallow very hard at his actions. He scared her, she wanted to run away and never see him again, but on the other hand she kinda liked the way he spoke to her, he had caught her interest, she was curious about him, she wanted him to plunge right into her twisted and disturbed soul.
He took one step closer to her, towering her with his height:" Tell me what your name is, little girl", she heard his deep voice from above. Even though he had spoken to her in is normal voice it sounded like he was telling her that she was a lower being than him, like it should be some kind of natural instinct for her to be submissive to him.
"I asked you a fucking question", Ambrose hissed again. "Veronica", she replied quickly being afraid of pissing him of even more by answering him not quick enough.
"Veronica", he repeated her name letting go of her chin and giving her a smack on her right cheek so that Veronica had to stumble back a bit.
"Listen Veronica, you have to know what you are about to get your- pimplefaced, little –self into. I`m a guy, who likes to put stupid little bitches like you into their place. But not every stupid little bitch likes this sort of treatment. I´m gonna give you thirty seconds to think about it and probably just leave and never come back to my house." ,he explained to her like he would explain something to a little child.
Veronica took a step back, at first she wanted to leave. Normally her natural instincts would have told her to run away without any hesitating, but her legs just didn`t want to move. She felt a strong connection to the man in front of her, even though she just met him about five minutes ago. For some unexplainable reason she knew that she needed him fucking badly, he had already gotten her panties soaking wet just by talking to her like she was just a piece of trash for him.
Veronica just looked down without saying anything, because she didn`t know how she should tell him, that she wanted him to put her in place, so she just stood there waiting for the thirty seconds to be over.
"So, I think that means you will stay here", Ambroses voice broke the silence.
"And now, tell me why should I waste my time on a little slut like you?", he continued and raised an eyebrow.
Veronica kept looking down on her feet and mumbled:" Because I need it". She hoped this answer will satisfy him. To be honestly she didn`t want to give a more precise answer, because she`d feel a little ashamed standing in front of a man she just met a couple minutes ago, explaining to him why she was a naughty little girl and needed to be punished by him.
"I guess we will have to work on your behaviour. If you talking to me, you`ll look me straight in the eyes and NOT on your fucking dirty shoes. Now try again, stay straight, look me in the eyes and give me a proper explanation of WHAT you want from me and WHY you want it", he commanded in a firm voice.
He gave her some time to think. Veronica took a deep breath in to feel at least a little more brave, she bobbed herself up so that she stood straight in front of him, looked him directly into his pale blue eyes and then began to speak:" I want you to put me in place like I am your naughty little slut…I want you to dominate me, teach me lessons and punish me when It`s necessary. I need this kinda treatment, because I am fucking lazy, I never get my lazy ass up, I never had a job for longer than three months, I don`t even have a drivers licence at twentyfour and I just don`t get my fucking life in control". Veronica was surprised by her own choice of words, she felt ashamed but still hoped that this answer will please him.
Ambrose smirked down at her like that was exactly want he wanted to hear from her.
"Well, you can speak proper sentences, you`re not as stupid as I thought". These were some pretty good reasons to teach you some lessons, but I am not really convinced yet. I want you to beg to be my little slut, fucking beg!".
Veronica thought about what she could say to please him.
"I really want to be your little slut, please teach me some lessons. Please help me, Sir."
"You really want this, huh? But I warn you, I won`t be gentle with you, I`ll be your worst nightmare. If we want to make a good girl of you and get your fucking life in control, it will take a couple of months until I have shown you where you belong and where your fucking place is. But you choose this way, so I recommend you to get comfortable here, because you`ll be here for a longer time", he said in his raspy voice that made her shiver.
Veronica had to swallow at what she has gotten herself into. At this moment she was thankful that there was nobody at home waiting for her to come home. But the imagination that this man will make her his slut, punish her if she`d disobeyed him and basically fuck the living hell out of her, got her mind already going. He was exactly what she wanted: A tall, good-looking man with broad shoulders and a strict, guiding hand.
"Put this one on", he commanded and threw a collar over to her. Veronica was so busy with imagining him fucking and punishing her, that she haven`t even seen him taking the collar out of the drawer, but she caught it nevertheless.
"I SAID PUT THIS FUCKING THING ON", he shouted directly into her ear as she hadn`t put it on after five seconds.
Veronica flinched and put the collar on as quick as she could. It was a black leather collar with a little silver ring at the front.
Ambrose looked satisfied and hooked his index finger into the ring pushing her slightly down:" You are going to wear this every time, little slut."
"And now take of this terrible hoodie, I want to see your pretty titties!", Veronica heard his voice commanding down on her.
She did as she was told and took off the dark blue hoodie revealing her C-sized breast, which were squeezed into a black bra.
He looked at her raising an eyebrow like she had forgotten something. She quickly unhooked her bra and threw it to the side.
"You are blessed with very nice tits", he said licking his lips. He brutally grabbed her right breast and pinched her nipple brutally hard. Veronica felt her nipple harden under his large hand. It hurt but it felt good at the same time. She knew she wanted to be hurt by this man.
"You cut yourself, I bet you are a little pain slut", she heard him saying with a laughter at the end. She hadn`t noticed that he had noticed the cuts that were obviously peeking through under the bandage.
"Y-yes, S-sir", she mumbled looking down and feeling ashamed at the fact that she was a quite "good" self-harmer.
He suddenly ripped her 90`s-style hair tie out of her hair releasing the long, medium brown waves.
He bend over to her slowly stroking a chunk of her hair behind her ear, she felt his warm breath against her neck, she felt him so fucking close.
"On your hands and knees, bitch!", he whispered his command into her ear.
His command made her shiver, she knew that he was about to fuck her brutally like she wanted it, like she needed it, like she deserved it.
Veronica slowly placed her knees and palms on the ground. Her knees felt very uncomfortable on the could hard floor, but she didn`t dare to complain.
"Fuck, you should see how ridiculous you look being here on your hands and knees for me like a fucking dog", Ambroses voice rasped down on her as he harshly pulled her jeans and panties down to her knees exposing her nice, round ass.
SMACK!, she felt his flat hand on her right buttcheek.
"You have the roundest ass I`ve ever seen on a slim woman like you. You know what? I am going to make you my little backdoor-slut", he said forcefully while he slowly unbuckled his belt pulling his already rock hard dick out.
Veronica felt herself getting nervous again, It had been almost a year ago since somebody had used her backdoor. She didn`t want this aggressive man to fuck her asshole, she rather wanted him to use her soaking wet pussy like it should be. Her eyes filled up with tears ; "Please don`t fuck me in the ass, please don`t", she plead hoping that it will stop him from using her backdoor.
She thought about how stupid she must look being on her hands and knees with a collar around her neck, tears running down her cheeks and her pants pulled down to her knees, begging the big man behind her not to fuck her ass.
He roughly wrapped his hand up in her hair painfully pulling her head back. "When I say I am going to fuck your sexy little ass, then It means that I am going to fuck your sexy little ass", he clearly spoke in her ear from behind making sure that she understood him.
"I bet your slutty pussy is already used up by the other thousand guys who fucked you", he added.
Without hesitating he slammed his full length into her ass, making her squeak. "Shut up, while I am fucking you", he hissed followed by a hard slap on her right buttcheek.
He pulled her head back even more bringing her in a even more uncomfortable position while he roughly rammed his dick into her ass again and again. He didn`t care about her, he fucked her just for his own fun using her like his little fucktoy.
Veronica felt a bit confused about the fact that he choosed her asshole over her dripping wet, waiting pussy which needed it so fucking badly.
She hadn`t even seen his dick, but it must be very big, it filled her completely and hurt her fucking badly. It felt like he was trying to break her in half. Veronica didn`t dare to make any sound but she couldn`t hold back her tears, there were running down her cheeks and made their way onto the ground. The 6`4 tall man behind her brutally grabbed her by her thighs and ruthlessly banged her back and forth on his dick his flesh clashing against hers.
It was kinda typical of Veronica getting in a situation like this one; kneeling on the floor crying with hurting knees and pulled down pants being anally fucked by a 6`4 tall stranger, whose first name she didn`t even knew. Congratulation, Veronica, well done!
She heard heavy moans escaping from his mouth, his breathing got faster. He must be very close. "Finally!", Veronica thought in relief.
With a loud and heavy groan he finally came filling her with his juice. He let go of her hair and pulled out his still hard dick.
Veronica collapsed trying to catch her breath, knowing that he had just taught her the first lesson – her asshole was his fuckhole.
Ambrose got up and stretched himself like nothing happened, he smirked at her; "I guess now I am going to sleep very well. Bye slut, I`ll see ya tomorrow".
He just left her there crying on the hard floor with her jeans still pulled down and his cum running down her thighs.