woop woop ! so, this is my very first fanfiction and i hope you awesome guys out there like it ! (; (English isn't my native language, but i hope no one notice xD)

"Nhh - haa," I was panting in pain, trying to hold back a scream and shoving my head down the pillow in front of me. I tried to shove away the big hands holding onto my aching hips, while the perverted man trusted hard and uncontrolled into me.

"It hurts.. It hurts.. I hate this!"

I've been a Pet for about 1 year now, owned by this sick perverted bastard who is a financial supporter for the higher-ups in the military. I used to be a soldier, a troop in the Survey Corps, which is a dream I've had my entire life. I was one of the best soldiers, I was good in combat but I also had another form, my titan form. My dad injected me with this mysterious drug when I was little which made me able to turn into a titan by will. I didn't always know that I had this power, since the drug made me lose some of my memories. But when it happened, the military decided that I could be of use and have a great impact on the survival of mankind, if of cause I fought for the humans survival and not destruction. They didn't all agree but in the end it was decided that the Survey Corps would hold the responsiblity of me.

Everyone being frightened that I might transform and go berserk in mid-town, a scientist named Hanji injected me with a drug that would suppress my titan powers , which meant that I couldn't transform as I pleased, I had to be permitted to do so by someone which whom I needed to form some kind of contract with. I didn't get how it all worked, this was Hanji's department. It was a rather pain in the ass, but I could understand their fear. Even though it seemed like Hanji wasn't scared at me, but had some kinda scientific crush on my titan form.

I was proud to fight along with my friends who risked their lives to protect the survival of mankind. I used to have many friends... I used to be happy... But one day it all changed. I was training as usual in the yard with my comrades, when this bigshot came to talk to Commander Erwin about financial support. The Survey Corps lives on the money provided by the civilians' taxes, and from time to time, the higher-ups would give us a little extra to show a sign of gratitude. In truth, it was only for their own images sake, but we needed all the money we could get, so we always gladly accepted. But this one time, this man, tall and heavy-weighted, kept staring at me. He had a weird look in his eyes. Hunger.

That man is now my owner. My master.

That same afternoon, after a long day of training and tactic lessons, I decided to hit the bed early. I took a quick shower and tossed my heavy body on the bed. I was about to fall asleep when I felt a heavy weight on my back, and before I could react, a wet handkerchief was pressed against my mouth and making me feel dizzy. I didn't know what was going on and I wanted to fight back, but within seconds, I lost consciousness.

When I woke up, I found myself lying on a big bed in an unfamiliar room. The room had a lot of expensive looking items; big red silk curtains hanging over the tall windows at the side of the room, haute couture furniture everywhere, a black wooden desk at the other side of the room, covered with expensive-looking perfume, document and big quills, silver candlesticks and a lot of other fancy items, I didn't know what were.

The room wasn't that big, but it had an atmosphere that made it seem bigger. As I looked around, I suddenly remembered what had happened. I didn't know what was going on, all I knew was that something wasn't right, and I needed to get the hell out of here! That's when I realized - my hands where chained to the bed.

That was the day when it all happened. The day I was abducted from my bed at the headquarters. I was later told, that the kidnapper left a note about me having to leave the squad because of an emergency, along with a faked signature. From that day, I was forced to be this old mans pet. In the beginning I believed that my friends would find me, that they would realize that the note was fake. But nobody came to save me. Of cause I tried to escape like a million times, but I quickly learned that it wasn't as easy as I had hoped. Harsh punishment always followed.

It was dark in the forest and I could hardly see where I was running. My legs where trembling under me but I had to keep running! I had run away from the bastard again, and this time I wouldn't get caught! I kept running for what felt like forever, until my body simply couldn't take anymore. I leaned against a big tree and dropped my body. I was panting heavily.

Had I managed to get away this time? Or had they found out that I had run away again? I listened to the silence of the woods. The only noise I could hear was the wind in the leaves and my own panting breath. I took a couple of minutes to catch my breath and decided that I had to find a place to stay first, and then find out what to do from here, but as soon as I raised my heavy body the silence was broken by a dark voice

"You really thought you could run away from me?"

My body froze instantly. How had he come this close without making a single noise? I didn't have time to think about it now, I just had to run like hell before he caught me! But I didn't get far before I was tackled by his servants, bound and gagged and dragged back to the bedroom where I was always held captured.

"How come you never learn, hm?" He held a firm grip at my sore wrists.

"How many times have you tried to run away from me? Every time you do, I find you, I always do."

He threw me onto the floor and kicked me in the stomach, making me grunt in pain. He walked over slowly and placed his foot onto my face, wanting to humiliate me.

"You are nothing more than my property, you better do what you are told."

The perverted man raised his whip and swung it at full force against my already red and swollen buttcheeks. I screamed in pain and I wanted to fight back, even though I knew I couldn't win a fight between a pet and his owner.

The man took a firm grip at my hair and lifted me up, making a painful cry escape my lips. He threw me back onto the bed, which caused my face to hit the headboard. The perverted man chained me to the bed by my wrists.

"This is your own fault," the man said, breathing heavily from the excitement of punishing me, his beloved plaything. I was in deep pain and anger shouted from the top of my lungs as I screamed back at him: "No matter how many times you punish me, I'll never stop trying to get away from you! I'll never give up!"

I hated this. Why me? Why did I have to be this man's amusement, didn't I have any human rights? The man swung the whip again, making a painful moan escape my lips. He climbed onto the bed and grabbed me by my hair once again. He started licking my neck and traced his tongue to my shoulder, where he bit down hard, drawing blood.

"You've been a bad pet, and bad pets needs to be punished"

He traced his hand down my back until he reached my pained and swollen ass. He pinched it, which made me cry out once more from the pain. He stood up on his knees and took a grip on my hips. By now, my body was shaking, as I knew what would come next. He led his big swollen dick to my entrance, and without further ado, shoved it inside.

A painful moan filled the room and I could feel the tears starting to form at the corners of my eyes. The man started to thrust hard and uncontrolled, making me whine in pain. I tried to escape the grip of my abuser, but with my hands chained to the bed, I couldn't do much.

"You shouldn't defy me. This is all because you've been a disobedient pet," the man said between his panting. "Now be a good boy and let me hear that sweet voice of yours."

"Nhh - haa," I was panting in pain, trying to hold back a scream and shoving my head down the pillow in front of me. I tried to shove away the big hands holding onto my aching hips, while the perverted man trusted hard and uncontrolled into me.

"It hurts.. It hurts.. I hate this!"