Kidnapped and used for Slavery #2

I started earning privileges, then immediately messed up and made everything worse.

I had no idea how much time passed, but it felt like months. He used me everyday at least 5 times, and that was the low. For the first few days I never left that bed. Then one day he unchained me and dragged me to a bathroom and bathed me and shaved me, which he started doing every few days. Then another few weeks went by, and he started letting me walk around the room and just left the door locked. Then I tried to get out one night, not knowing he was sitting by the door, so he chained me back up again until I earned it back. Then, he finally brought me out.
"I figure youre trained enough now to at least make my meals when im here. Don't disappoint me," he ordered.
"Yes Master," I replied quickly.
He led me into the kitchen and explained where everything was, then sat at the table and stared at me.
"Have you cooked a meal before?" He asked genuinely.
"No Master," I replied honestly, flinching when he raised his hand.
"Thats okay, its not hard, I'll show you the first few times," he said calmly, grabbing a bowl.
He grabbed everything we needed and placed it infront of me. Then he told me what measurements for each ingredient, and how to season the meat. I almost gagged as I touched it, but i managed to keep it together. Once everything was done, we had some nice looking porkchops. He ordered me to plate them as he went to sit down. I brought it to him and he made me sit across from him. I stared at the plate, too afraid to take a bite without permission. I looked back up at him and he was chewing a bite and looked like he was thinking.
"Not too bad, definitely could use some work but good enough for your first time," he said calmly.
Then he noticed I hadn't tried any and smiled.
"What a good girl, waiting for permission!" He said happily. "Go ahead and eat."
"Thank you master," I replied grabbing my fork and knife.
For a second I stared at the knife, thinking about how I could use it to hurt him and run, but I knew it was pointless. I glanced up and saw him watching me, so I quickly cut a piece off and ate it. He looked pleased and we continued to eat in silence.
He was done well before me, but he ordered me to stop eating when he did. He told me to do the dishes while he watched his game, then to go back to my room. I quickly grabbed the plates and went back to the kitchen, then started the sink. I peeked back at the doorway and saw he hadn't followed me, so I went to the door that must've led to the back yard. I slowly tried to turn the knob, staring at the doorway the whole time. The knob turned, and my heart pounded, but when I tried to pull it open, an alarm went off through the house. I yanked the door open and ran, hearing his loud footsteps behind me. It was pitch black outside, so I couldn't see anything. I ran towards the front, and just as I got to the driveway the man tackled me and smacked my head into the dirt. I clawed at the ground, trying to crawl out of his grasp, so he punched me in the ribs. I couldn't catch my breath and just laid there wheezing, so he stood up and dragged me back to the house. When we were inside, he stood my up, pulled my hand out straight, and held it on the still hot burner. I screamed and fell to the floor, but he didnt let my hand off. I could smell my skin burning, so I screamed that I was sorry and wouldn't do it again. After another few seconds he pulled his hand off mine and I dropped to the floor sobbing. He kicked me hard in the stomach and face, making some of my teeth loosen. I begged him to stop, and he walked away for a minute. I thought it was over, then he grabbed my leg and dragged a kitchen knife from the top of my thigh to my ankle. I made myself be quiet, hoping it would make him happy. When he was done, he held the knife to my throat and stared at me.
"If you ever try pulling that shit again, it'll be the last thing you ever do, understand?" He screamed, pushing the knife harder.
"Yes master," I squeaked out, terrified.
He pulled the knife away and grabbed a fistful of my hair then dragged me upstairs back to the dark room. I sobbed as he tossed me onto the bed and cuffed me so I was on my stomach. He undid his pants and climbed between my legs.
"You're gonna learn that you belong to me little girl, theres no getting away," he growled, pressing himself between my buttcheeks.
Without another word he started jamming himself up my butt. I screamed, feeling like I was being torn open. He punched me in the back of the head, and I immediately got dizzy. The pain kept getting worse as he went deeper, and it felt like it'd never stop.
"God youre almost too tight. We'll have to fix that," he said, slamming hard into me.
I cried out, earning a cut with the knife on my back. When he finally managed to get his entire length in, he moaned loudly and held himself there for a while. I cried silently, cursing myself for trying to run. I realized I needed to start actually getting used to this instead of pretending, it was the only way I would survive. I had to be a good girl. I made myself stop crying and laid there as he pumped in and out of me. It didnt take long for him to finish, but when he did he yanked himself out of my butt and slammed into my cunny, filling me there instead. My body ached, but I could tell my punishment wasnt over. He slid out of me, then grabbed the stick and whipped me with it until I almost passed out. My back screamed everytime it touched me, cutting me open like a knife. I lost count of how many times he hit me, but it was over 20 for sure. I had tried holding onto the bedsheets, but my burnt hand shot pain through my entire body, making me cry out. That alone earned me at least 5 extra whips.
When he was finally done, he was out of breath and tossed the stick across the room. Then he grabbed me by the hair again and made me look at him.
"Are you gonna try to run again slave?" He asked annoyed.
"No master," I replied shakily.
"Good. Thank me for punishing you," he ordered.
"Thank you for punishing me so I can learn master. Im very sorry, I promise I'll be good."
He looked pleased, then kissed me roughly. I let him, knowing there was no point in fighting. When he was done he tossed my head down into the mattress, then went behind me again. I felt him pushing that weird thing inside me again, then after it was in something cold started going up my butt. It took everything in me to be silent and still, but I did it. He patted it a few times, laughing at my quiet grunts. I felt completely stuffed and like one wrong move would rip me apart.
"That'll make the next time I want that sweet ass a little easier for me. I'll come back tomorrow to give you a bath, take the time to think about how you can make this mistake up to me," he said calmly, dragging his fingers over my shredded back.
"Yes master," I choked out, wanting him to leave.
He chuckled and left the room, leaving me alone in the darkness. I tried to focus on how to behave so I dont have to get punished anymore, instead of how stretched open I was, and laid there silently for the rest of the day.