Red Confession: Virgin Bourgeoise Broken by Her Electrician Master’s Savage Claims

Dirt clings to my knees in the vegetable garden. Sweat beads on my skin. Heart hammers. Yesterday’s encounter burns: his crude words, mocking eyes, arrogant grin. Fled then, but his laugh chases me. Feverish all day. Avoided him. Now evening, pulling weeds to calm the ache between thighs.

He appears silent. Behind me. Hands clamp shoulders. Can’t rise. Voice mocks: ‘Lift your skirt, show your treasures, little slut.’ Shiver rips through. Pressure pins me down. ‘Your dad praised my work. You want me here.’ Silence. Kneeling. Obedient.

The Fever

‘Lifting skirt. See my ass.’ Panties next. Bare cheeks glow under his stare. Heat floods. ‘On all fours. Show your hole.’ Fear spikes—someone might see. But his threat: obey or I leave forever. Body betrays. Crawl forward. Ass up. Hole exposed. Humiliation throbs like lust. Eyes devour. ‘Good bitch. Submit fully?’ ‘Yes, Master.’ Slap cracks flesh. Fire blooms. He’s gone. Word echoes in dreams: Master.

Nights fevered. Fantasies rage—church square, on knees, bottle in ass, village men jeering, fingers in virgin cunt. Fingers probe own holes, cream tube stretching anus. Pain sweet. Can’t pierce hymen. His.

Lounge chair, garden sun. Exhausted, sleepless. Alone. His voice: ‘Hello, bitch.’ Eyes pierce. ‘Hello, Master.’ Heart races. ‘Strip blouse.’ Fingers tremble. Fabric falls. ‘Skirt.’ Round belly, soft curves bare. ‘Stand.’ Inspecting. ‘Bra off. Show tits.’ Heavy breasts sag. Nipples pinched hard. Harden instantly. ‘Panties. See you’re soaked.’ Ready.

The Blaze

Bend me over chair. Hard cock presses. ‘No mercy, fat bitch.’ Thrust rips in. Virgin blood. Chair snaps. Face in grass. He repositions. Pounds brutal. Fists slap ass red. ‘Shut up.’ Gags moans. Pinch tits vicious. Bite shoulder. Pain surges. Cum floods. Orgasms in agony. He leaves. Marked. Changed.

Church day. No panties under dress. Wet trails thighs. He checks at door, fingers invade. Mass torture. Home alone. Him and friend. ‘Strip, show fat ass and udders.’ Slap silences revolt. Naked. All fours. Fingers probe ass. Gel slicks. Friend begs. Master before me, tender tits. Door open. Friend rams anus. Scream rips. Lube burns. Deep thrusts. Master licks clit, bites, pinches. Clamps seize clit, tits. Insults fly. ‘Twist ass, whore. Perform.’ I buck, howl. Pain-pleasure explodes. Friend floods ass. Master face-fucks, twists clamps. Sperms throat.

They leave. Clamps bite. Ass gaping, bloody. Cum drips. Skin scorches. Shower washes, but not the burn. No regrets. Owned. Alive.