His Mistreated Mate

The sun shone brightly in through my bedroom window, waking me up from a deep sleep. I glanced at my alarm clock and saw that it said 6.45 AM. Sighing, I sat up in bed and swung my legs out, pulling on a pair of grubby black leggings and an old grey t shirt that was way too big for me and was beginning to get holes. Since my Dad had died 6 months ago, Julianne had stopped caring for me and she never bought me nice things or new clothes anymore but spoilt Louisa some rotten.

Julianne and Louisa treated me like dirt and would often beat me or call me names. It was even worse when James came to stay. He was Julianne's new boyfriend and he always seemed to like a drink in his hand. He was heavily tattooed and bald with a large round beer belly. A far shout from my Dad's hunky appearance, but nonetheless, Julianne was smitten. When James had beer on board, he would quite often give me a smack as he was passing. Recently, he began looking at me as if I were a piece of meat and I hated it.

It always seemed odd to me surrounding the circumstances of my Dad's death. Julianne never seemed that bothered about him being gone and that fact was fuelled by the fact that I was now a live-in slave for Julianne and her daughter. At first, I questioned my Dad's death, bringing to attention the fact that him and Julianne were always arguing and fighting and now he was suddenly gone. I questioned the possibility of there ever being a rogue attack, but to my dismay, the Alpha confirmed the attack, citing that many casualties and fatalities occurred on both sides before the rogues ran off, but not before taking many of the bodies belonging to our pack. My Father's body was never found so I just presumed he was one of those who got taken. We later found out, that the rogues sometimes worked with the black witches who used werewolf body parts for their magic and spells and paid large sums of money to rogues who had bodies in their possession.

Since I had left school only a mere two months ago, I was expected to get up at the crack of dawn and complete a number of tasks around the house, and if I messed any up or failed some of the tasks, then I would be punished. I was forced to make Julianne and Louisa their meals, clean up around the house, do the washing and the drying, put the rubbish out, do the shopping and pay the bills and mow, weed, and tend to the garden. My body was still sore from a beating that Julianne gave me a few days ago because I refused to tidy Louisa's bedroom. Being thrown down the stairs and dragged into the kitchen by my hair was no fun. Julianne rained blows and kicks down on my body as if she were stamping on a fly while Louisa and James looked on, smirking.

My stomach growled hungrily, and Mya wined sadly at the lack of food we was both eating. That was another of Julianne's cruel punishments. If she said no to me eating food, then she meant it. One time, she caught me sneaking downstairs in the middle of the night to make a sandwich. She forced her fingers down my throat and made sure I had bought back up every bite of sandwich that I had consumed. Since then, I've never gone behind her back again.

I stood up and walked towards my bedroom door, pulling it opening gingerly and peering around anxiously, only to see James standing in the hallway in just a pair of boxers. His face cracked into an evil grin as he eyed me up and down gleefully. As I tried to slip past him, with my back up against the wall, I kept my eye contact, but James artfully stood infront of me, blocking my exit, while pushing his body against mine. I felt his hand snake in between my legs, his fingers grappling for my mound. He bought his mouth close to my ear and I could smell the stale smell of alcohol on his breath. The smell was enough to make me urge.

"Now, now Libs, don't be scared of Daddy," he whispered. "Soon, I promise you, I'll take care you. I'll make you my special little girl. It will be our little secret! Trust me!" Grabbing all the strength I could muster, I shoved James away from me and ran down the stairs as fast as I could, my heart beating in my mouth. I felt sick to the stomach, and I could feel my wolf inside me growling with anger. How dare he touch me! I couldn't wait until I turned eighteen. As soon as I was eighteen, I would be out of this house and gone forever. The pack didn't really care for me much anymore as I wasn't highly ranked and because of my parents death and being shut up in this house, people began to forget I existed. I had wanted to go to college, but Julianne refused to sign the paperwork that I needed to get into college, so my place was lost. She told me that I didn't need to go to college as I had a job here, waiting on hand and foot to her and Louisa. She also denied me the freedom I needed to change into my wolf. She said that if she ever caught me changing while living under her roof, she would chain me up in silver for a week to teach me a lesson. She said I may be a werewolf by blood, but I wasn't going to be one while living under her roof. Reaching the kitchen, I ran inside and went straight for the kitchen sink for a glass of water. I didn't notice Julianne standing in the corner, smartly dressed until she coughed loudly, making me jump.

"Ahem. What's wrong with you?" Julianne asked stiffly, while straightening up the cuffs on her shirt.

"Oh, um nothing," I quickly replied, gulping down the water and looking down at the floor. "I just felt a bit sick. "

"Hmm. Well long as you don't throw up everywhere. Anyway, I'm off to the packhouse for a business meeting," Julianne stated coldly. "The garden needs mowing and the flowerbeds need weeding. Once you've done that, the drive needs cleaning and washing down. And when you have done that, you can sort the garage out. Then you can eat!"

"But that's going to take me all day!" I protested loudly. "Can't I have a break? I worked hard all day yesterday!"

Julianne locked her eyes with mine and I trembled as they flashed a fiery orange. Within seconds, she was right by my side, grabbing a fistful of my hair and slamming my face down against the cold marble worktop. I felt her face come next to mine as she dug her nails fiercely into my face.

"How dare you argue with me! You forget your place young lady!" Julianne screamed loudly into my ear. "I'm letting you live here rent free when I could just throw you out on the streets! And this is how you repay me? With ungratefulness and attitude!"

"I'm sorry," I mumbled quietly, feeling tears beginning to well up in my eyes. "Please let me go! You're hurting me!"

Julianne finally let go of my hair and face and stood up, before pushing me roughly back against the worktop. She looked angry and annoyed and full of rage. The kitchen door squeaked open, and James walked in, smirking gently at the scene infront of him.

"James is in charge while I am out!" spat Julianne loudly. "Any problems, you go and see him! I'll be back in a couple of hours, and I want those jobs done by the time I get back!"

"Do you want me to punish the little brat for back cheeking you, my love?" James asked slowly, before looking at me and smiling, sending fear and disgust through me, as I knew what would be coming.

"Do you what you want, baby! If you're going to punish her, make sure she learns her lesson this time!" Julianne smiled sweetly, before glaring back at me. "I'm sick of the ungrateful brats cheek!"

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I watched as Julianne picked up her handbag and walked towards James, kissing him passionately, while he groped her arse. Feeling sick at their personal display of affection and the memory of James groping me on the landing, I turned my head, hearing the back door slam shortly after. Looking up, I noticed Julianne was now gone, leaving me alone in the kitchen with James. He stood there biting his lip, looking at me intently before a smile spread over his fat face. Slowly, he walked towards me and grabbed my wrist before pulling me sharply towards the front room.

"There will be two parts of your punishment," James began slowly. "One, which you will have now, and the second part you will have once you have completed your jobs. We don't want you too sore so that you can't complete the tasks that you have been given. Plus, it will give you time to reflect on your attitude and what is to come!"

James pulled me over to the sofa roughly and sat down, pulling me over his lap. He placed one arm over the top of my back pinning me down to the sofa, and placed one of his legs over mine, effectively trapping me. There was no point in me trying to pull away or escape. I knew from previous times that it would only anger James and make the punishment longer and harder to bear. Closing my eyes, I braced myself for the pain that I knew was about to come. I could feel James's chubby fingers pulling at the hem of my leggings before pulling them down to reveal my black thong. I now wished I had worn something a little more protective of my behind.

"Hmmm, what do we have here?" I heard James mumble before I felt him pull at my thong before letting it twang against my skin. "I see you're making my job easier. We won't need to remove these seeing as they don't cover much! Let me think. Hmm, I think fifty of the best should suffice!"

I ignored his comments as I bent my head and bit my lip. Fifty smacks!? Was he taking the piss! I felt his cold hand gently caress the soft flesh of my behind before a loud slap echoed off the walls. I closed my mouth quickly as a scream tried escaping. My backside felt hot, and the skin stung painfully. James had large hands and he knew how use them to maximise the pain. I felt tears prickling in my eyes but there was nothing I could do. I was trapped under James's legs and his arm as he rained heavy blow after heavy blow upon my body, one after another in a quick rhythmic pattern. It didn't take long before my body started to squirm, and I could feel James tightening his grip. Another couple of smacks later and I had begun to cry out in pain. Before I knew it, the smacks stopped and once more, I felt his cold hand once more touch my burning hot skin, making me wince. There was nothing sexy or fun about this. James wanted to hurt me, and he was hitting me with all his might. Even Mya hid away, deep in my mind when James was around.

"A lovely shade of red you are!" James murmured quietly. "You have such a nice bum. It is a shame you are such a naughty girl and I have to punish you like this. When you become my special girl, you will learn to please me and you won't have to suffer any more punishments, okay!"

Ignoring him, I closed my eyes and waited for James to release his grip, so that I could go and do my jobs and cry my heart out in peace. If my parents were alive, I wouldn't be treated like this, and any bullies would have been punished. I suddenly opened my eyes as I felt James's hand squeeze between my legs and his fingers connect with my mound once more. I tried to wriggle free, but he tightened his grip and carried on moving his fingers until he found the opening to my special place.

"Oh, looks like someone enjoyed their punishment!" James whispered gleefully. "You feel awfully wet and turned on. Do you enjoy your Daddy punishing you?" he sneered before pushing me to the floor roughly in a heap. Quickly, I stood up, pulling up my trousers as I went and hurried out of the door and back into the kitchen. I wanted to get far away from James as I possibly could, so I made my way out into the garden, wincing slightly at the pain he had left me in and began to get to work with weeding and pruning the flowerbeds in the sun. A couple hours had passed without incident and James had left me alone, except for putting his head around the back door every so often to check to see if I was still working. The flowerbeds were now free of rubbish and stray stands of grass and all the dead and brown leaves and stems had been carefully removed and the flower beds were looking lovely once more. Feeling pleased with my handiwork and eager to get out of the burning sun, I stood up and walked towards the large shed at the bottom of the garden to fetch out the mower. Soon the garden would be finished, and I could retreat to the coolness of the house to finish my tasks.

I made my way over to the shed and fumbled with the latch before pulling the heavy wooden door open. I squinted my eyes in the dimly lit shed, looking for the mower. Spotting it stacked neatly beside an old, battered chest freezer, I walked towards it and began tugging and pulling at the handle, trying to pull it free. Without warning, the shed door slammed shut and I spun around in terror, only to find James walking towards me with a grin plastered all over his face. "Well, we do have a funny habit of finding ourselves alone with each other, don't we?" James hissed quietly, his eyes glinting in the dusky light.

Walking backwards, I found myself trapped between the freezer and James. With nowhere to go, I began tremble, dreading at what was about to come. Glaring at him, I growled in warning and bared my fangs, which only sent James into hysterical laughter, before he grabbed me and spun me around before forcing me down over the chest freezer. With one sudden movement, I felt my leggings and pants being forcefully pulled down to my ankles, exposing my pink buttocks. James's foot roughly pushed my feet apart, opening my legs and finally revealing my hidden treasure. Once more, I felt his stubby fingers grope me and connect with my sweet spot. I tried to wriggle away but James pinned me down against the cool metal of the freezer with one hand, trapping me. I was entirely at his mercy, and I couldn't escape. I lay there, feeling the tears rolling out of my eyes and down my face.

"Please James no! Just let me go!" I begged. "What would Julianne say if she found out about this?"

"Shut up slut!" James hissed loudly in my ear. "What Julianne doesn't know won't hurt her. This will be our little secret! Now shut up and lie still!"

The sound of a zipper being quickly undone filled me with dread as I felt James's large belly lean over me, pushing and squashing me against the freezer even more. His hand snaked round my mouth and held it there tightly as I felt his other hand leave my back and snake between my legs, helping him to guide himself in the right place. Before I knew it, a white-hot fire burst in between my legs as James forced himself inside of me, stealing my virginity. A muffled scream of fear and pain echoed out of my mouth and into James's hand as he continued to roughly pound me from behind. The shed soon filled with my heart-breaking sobs and James's grunts and pants of apparent pleasure. Before long, from somewhere distant, the distinctive voice of Julianne's echoed out, calling James's name.

"Shit! She is back early!" cursed James loudly, who roughly pulled away from me, before pulling up his jeans. "Don't you dare say a word to anyone! Not like they will believe you anyway! You say anything and I'll kill you!"

I just lay there limply, a sodden heartbroken mess, as James left the shed, slamming the door loudly behind him and walking out of sight. It took me a while for me to regain my composure. When I finally pulled up my leggings, I wiped my tears with the back of my hand and sniffed sadly. Oh, how I wished I were dead so that I could be with my parents. If it wasn't bad enough being a slave to Julianne and Louisa, I was now clearly James's new sex toy. Wiping my eyes once more, I made my way out of the shed, to continue with my tasks, only to see a rather angry Julianne storming towards me.

*What had I done wrong now?*