DON

Emer's tears were ignored. The only person who could hear and witness her cries for help was the man who was responsible for them. Don's smooth tanned hand met Emer's pale face with a crack. Using duct tape to quieten the sounds that came from her cracked, dried, pink lips. Taking a step back, Don admired his work.

There was not a lot to Emer. At five foot one, ninety pounds, her emaciated arms were strung up to her ankles. Bent in half, she was on her side on the cold concrete floor. Don was the owner of a dilapidated shed a couple of miles from the back of his house. Emer spent most of her days segregated from the others. Unlike the other girls, Emer was kept as Don's personal plaything. Emer's body was decorated with patches of black, blue, green and yellow. He crouched his body down next to hers. His red lips brushing up against her ear. "My beautiful, sweet Emer. I am going to fuck you until I put my baby inside of you." As futile as her efforts was, Emer bucked and squirmed. Trying to release the ropes that bound her. Her crying became more frantic. Grabbing a fistful of Emer's blonde locks, Don dragged her along the hard floor. "You fucking bitch!" Don's fury vibrated against the four run down walls. Undoing his ripped blue faded jeans, slamming into her, her was relentless, only concerned about his own pleasure and not hers. "You and I are going to create the perfect sex slave." Emer's only thoughts as Don pounded into her aggressively with his cock was death. She could not fathom bringing a child into this world, knowing his plans. She knew that there was no choice, she had to leave. Emer could not subject her future child to this hell. Don groaned as he released his seed into Emer. As she was probably carrying something precious, he decided to treat her more humanely. Don massaged Emer's ankles, wrists and arms. Her skin was broken where the ropes were rubbing against her porcelain skin. He picked up her small body, cuddling her against his chest. From now on, until his child was born, Emer was going to reside in his bed.

Four Months Later

Emer woke up to Don's head between her legs. Licking and nipping at her swollen sensitive clit. Inserting three of his fingers, Emer's arousal coated them, as she came around them. Lapping up her juices, Don crept up over her body. Tasting the sweetness of her pleasure on his tongue. His hands encased her swollen belly, peppering it with kisses. The plan of escape was forgotten. The four months after the day that she was tied up in his shed, Don treated her like a Queen. Emer went from living in the shed, receiving maybe one meal a day, being constantly hit, which would generally consist of a quick fuck, to be waited on hand and foot. Either by Don or by one of the women that lived there. Don moved her into his room She ate at the dining room table with Don and bathed on a daily basis. Emer was adorned with clothes, shoes, underwear and jewellery. Emer did the one thing that she thought she would never do. Emer fell in love with Don.

"We better get ready; the doctor will be here in hour. We might get to find out the sex of the baby." Don was excited, he did not think that this day would ever come. His heart was set on a baby girl. Emer's heart was filled with love. She was finally happy. After years of living in despair. Moving Don's inky black hair away from his eyes. "I love you Don." Emer had never released those words from her lips before. As nervous as she was to say them, she knew that those precious words could not be contained anymore. Emer had never seen anyone move as fast as she seen Don move at that moment. The reaction was unexpected, honestly, she thought that after all these months that they has spent together, with her being pregnant with his child, that he would feel something similar towards her. He came out of his bathroom five minutes later dressed in beige dress pants with a white buttoned up shirt. she averted her eyes from his, feeling embarrassed. She kept her eyes on their white sheets. Don kept his distance. "Emer! Get dressed, stop sulking, we do not have time for your insolence.' He left, slamming the door behind him.

The doctor had been and gone. Don received his heart's desire, he was going to be a father to a beautiful baby girl. It took everything that Don had not to hit Emer. Four months of taking out his anger and frustration at the gym. He had to make sure his daughter was healthy when she arrived, which meant that Emer had to be treated like glass. But in doing so Emer fell in love with him Don wanted to hit her with the hopes of getting that notion out of her head. That was not an option though, he did the only thing that he could think of that did not involve physical contact with her. At this point there was eight women that was being trained as a sex slave that was living in his house. Picking two of the women to follow him into his bedroom. Spreading the red head out on his bed, her beautiful bare pussy was inviting but that would have to wait until later. As the red head was fingering herself, Don kissed the blonde as she undressed him of his clothes. Going straight for his cock, deep throating him while he maneuvered himself onto his bed without disturbing the blonde. Her mouth was a god send; she had been trained well. The red head straddled his face, her pussy tasted better then it looked. He missed this, he had to be good and faithful for months. This was the release that he had been desperately needing. As she made it to their bedroom, Emer did nothing but stand there and watch as the man that she was in love with fuck two incredibly beautiful women. After the three of them cried out in blissful finish, the women's trainer came to collect them at the door, Don gave his the instructions to make sure that they were tied up so that he could whip and fuck them after he finished with Emer. Emer had not moved, still standing in the middle of the bedroom, staring at Don, as if all of this, what she just saw was a figment of her imagination. Still naked on his king size bed, he called Emer over to him, wanting her to stand before him. "Sit on my cock Emer." There was no words, she could only just stand there, shaking her head no. Emer's disobedience was pissing Don off. "Do you think because you are sleeping in my bed and carrying my child, you have a choice? That you have a mind of your own, that you can do whatever the fuck you want?" Emer pulled off her long white cotton dress, straddling Don, the man that she wrongly fell in love with. Emer grinded up and down on his shaft, tears spilling down her face. Don had a smug grin on his face, knowing that he had won, that he just distinguished that tiny spark that she still had left. "Don't take my kindness for these past four months as me developing feelings for you. You are merely a vessel for my daughter. Once she is in my arms, safe and sound, you will go back to living in my shed, waiting for me when I want to fuck you like the dog that you are." Emer felt too weak, it was too late for her to retract her feelings of love from Don. There was nothing that she could do. She knew that now, Emer knew that she could not watch Don destroy his daughter's life the way that he had destroyed hers.

Four And A Half Months Later

This was the moment that Emer had been dreading, her water breaking. Emer had no idea what she could do to stop Don from destroying her unborn child's life. Emer had been going over it in her head for months a plan, any plan. There was no escape, Don had his estate guarded like Fort Knox. Emer would not even attempt to try, she was not going to risk her daughter getting injured, or worse, dead. They would get caught, she had no doubt about that.

Don had a midwife and a doctor come to his estate. A house birth was relevant as Don did not trust Emer to giver birth at the hospital. Too many variables, a plethora of ways to escape. Three hours and ten minutes later, a seven pound, two ounce baby girl was born.

Emer had not seen anything so beautiful, this amazing, beautiful human being in her arms. The moment of holding something so precious did not last long. Don picked up his daughter from Emer's arms. "Don't make yourself too comfortable, you will be back in your old room tomorrow."

Emer's lips quivered, holding back her tears that wanted to escape. "What about my daughter?" Emer was confused, she did not know the arrangement that she would have with her baby girl. "You do not have a daughter, you do not have to worry about my daughter." Emer was unable to hold her tears in any longer. She knew that Don was a cruel man, despite her fears of having her daughter raised by him, she still believed that she would have a part in raising her daughter. Emer had not felt the pain of Don's hand in nine months. Now that she was not carrying his blood, treating her with some form of respect was not in the cards anymore. Least he had the decency to place the tiny miracle in her crib. Swaddled in her pink blanket. This time however it was not just a slight slap, Like the last time that he was abusive to her. A full fist to he nose, no time to cry. Once Don started hitting her, there was no stopping for him. after chopping her up in four quarters, Emer's remains in the shed, watching the flames consume it.