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The room was humid and dark. You laid against the tile floors of whatever motel bathroom you were locked in and futilely tried to get uncomfortable. You sat up at the sound of the door opening and watched the light flicker uncomfortably bright. The handcuffs around your wrists clanged as you leaned yourself up against the cabinet. You squinted and felt yourself frown as you saw who it was. Butcher. “Well, don't look so happy to see me.” The sarcastic British voice made you scowl. You could feel the dryness in your mouth and throat. You hated to have to ask him of all people but at this point you weren't left with many options. Butcher cocked an eyebrow as you incoherently mumbled around the fabric gag in your mouth. He rolled his eyes and came forward. He moved to untie your gag but before he did, he placed a foot next to you and loomed over you before grumbling in your ear, “Bite and you lose a finger.” Gasps for air filled the room once your mouth was free and you spoke in a hoarse voice, “Water. Please.” Billy scoffed and your heart sank a little as you realized that you might have to suffer longer but suddenly he smirked wickedly like he got an idea. He chuckled to himself and left the room. You stayed in mind numbing silence for a couple minutes before his return.
He looked jolly as he entered and said almost excitedly, “Well, love, this is your lucky day. I was so kind that I got some gifts for your stay.” Your eyes strained to see what he was holding and you grimaced at the sight. It was a metal dog bowl filled with water. He grinned as he squatted to place it on the ground. You glared at him as he towered over you from a distance. “C'mon, drink.” he said tauntingly, but you heard the slight sternness in his voice. The water looked tantalizing and despite your pride you leaned in and drank the best you could. With your hands behind your back all you could do was lap at the water. You sputtered and brought your head up. Water poured down your chin while you coughed and Butcher chuckled. His hand came to your hair, petting you while he mocked, “Such a good girl, eh?” You sighed and your face twitched in irritation. “I got another thing for you too, sweetheart." he said in a sickeningly sweet tone as his hands reached into his back pocket. Your eyes widened as he held a thick, shiny, leather dog collar between his fingers. You shut your eyes tight and let out a shuddering breath. “Why?” you asked weakly but with annoyance. The leather digged into your skin as he pulled it on and he replied bluntly, “Because fuck you.” You opened your eyes to Billy eyeing you. You were glad you couldn't see yourself, not even being able to imagine how pathetic you looked at the moment. Butcher sighed with pleasure and felt his cock throb in his pants. To see someone who was so “better” than him on their knees and collared brought him immense satisfaction. You felt a pang of confusion as the man walked behind you until you felt his boot on your mid back. You didn't have time to process anything before your cheek hit the floor and his boot dug itself painfully against your back, forcing you to arch it.
“What do we say?” Butcher asked in a taunting tone. You faltered at the pain but stayed silent in retaliation. Billy's eyes squinted in frustration before he dropped to his knees. He kept one strong hand on your back to keep it arched while he undid his belt. You gasped as you felt your rear being exposed to the damp air. “Guess I haven't broken you in well enough.” The leather of his belt swung down against your ass. You jolted forward at the sting and whimpered. He did it again and again until your ass was red. Cold leather hit your skin relentlessly until it was replaced by a callous hand. Butcher soothed your skin and cooed. “Pretty lil thing…now say it.” You begrudgingly stuttered out a thanks and Butcher laughed. His hand was off your skin and you could faintly hear fabric shuffling. You let out a shocked moan as Butcher's thumb rubbed at your slit through your panties. “You've mostly been a good girl, and good girls deserve rewards, yeah?” You swallowed hard when you turned your head. His dick was out and looked painfully big. You gained the courage to anxiously mumble when he pulled your panties down, “Can you be gentle?” You felt fingers hook themselves on your collar while he lined himself up. “Ah, but whores like you don't like it gentle.”
A startled gasp met his ears when he pushed himself in and felt your pussy around him. He groaned and moved his hand to slap your already sore ass. “For a little slut like you, you're tighter than a bloody nun.” His hand moved to your collar again and he started to thrust at an already rough pace. You chewed at your lip to muffle the noises he was coaxing out of you but whined every time his thick cock bottomed out. Butcher leaned in so his chest was against your back, whispering in your ear, “You like being mine, huh? Like being my little pet?” You mewled at his words and the way he started to dig his hands into your throat and speed up. The gentle squeeze he gave you and the restricted air made your head spin. Butcher leaned back and gave you some even rougher thrusts to try to get even deeper inside you. You felt your stomach start to tighten up and flutter, slowly increasing with every movement. Billy shuddered as he got closer to the edge. Your eyes rolled back and your body buzzed with overwhelming pleasure while Butcher came inside of you. Your mind felt fuzzy as Butcher sat breathless for a few minutes before you heard him get up. Strong hands laid you on a towel on the ground and you watched Butcher get dressed, saying mockingly, “Goodnight, love.”