I sat with my legs submerged in the cool water of this small backyard pool and wondered when I would see the ocean again. If only I could turn this water into the ocean I longed for I would do it with the sheer force of my desire. Closing my eyes I heard the rush of water soothing my soul and keeping terrifying thoughts out of my mind at least for a moment.

He would be home soon and I was sure he would beat me if I did not hurry up and get my chores done. No matter, though. He might beat me anyway; if he's in a bad mood. I wanted to run away from this place and never come back but fear and lack of funds bound me to the madman I hated so much.

One day, I will escape. One day maybe not so far away. I have been hiding money and the small chores I have done for neighbors are paying enough for me to begin to hope.

I shook my head and slowly pulled myself out of my thoughts. The soft terry white towel quickly dried my legs and I took a long breath preparing for my night of torture.

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The towels are freshly folded and I have measured to make sure I fluffed them properly before stacking them in a precise manner in the towel closet.

Dinner is being kept warm in the oven and all the dusting and vacuuming is done. There should be no complaints but I can't stop the churning in my gut. Why does he still get to me? I hate that the most. I wish that I could just stop caring and become completely callused to all his torturous ways.

The door opens and I jump involuntarily.

'Darling, I'm home!' He sings this out and my heart takes flight.

He's in a good mood. No beating tonight.

'Hi, Baby! How was your day?' I manage a warm smile.

He grabs me roughly and flings me onto the couch. I guess I'm to do my best impression of a dirty porn star for him.

I guessed correctly.

'I made a huge sale today, Baby! It's time to celebrate!' He is stradling me and undoing his pants with a big grin smeared across his pale face. I grab his **** and moan for him in feigned excitment.

Be a good girl; just be a good girl and get through it. I rub his scrotum through his slacks with one hand and pull at his waist with the other.

'Do you want it, Baby?' he lowers his voice two octaves and slides his cock across my face.

"I want it' I plead. 'Please give it to me, please.' He loves when I beg.

'How far can it go, Baby? I wouldn't want to hurt you.'

'Choke me with it, Baby! I want it all!'

His grin looks like it will peel off his face any second now as he rams himself into my mouth. Over and over he slides himself in. I have learned to relax my throat and allow this assault without puking. He beats me so bad when I puke. My gag reflex is working in overtime now but if I can just hang on one more minute it should all be over. He goes fast this way; thank God!

I feel my stomach preparing to release when suddenly the warm liquid of salvation spills from my mouth. I quickly suck it back in careful not to let any escape. I then act like a cat cleaning her young and lick every inch of my torturers' favorite tool even down to each hair on his sack.

He leans back and laughs, satisfied at his captives efforts.

I climb up into his arms and pretend to be satisified too, nuzzling his neck with kisses.

'You are a good girl, a very, very good girl.' He returns the kisses enjoying his taste in my mouth.

I survived one more night. One more night. One more night.