Erotica Anthology #1

Bound

#4

Slaver (Part #2)

A traveling young woman will be sold to slavery.

She wakes up with the taste of him in her mouth. He is already penetrating his mouth half way in when she blinks herself to wake. Seeing her regaining her consciousness does not change anything in him. He just keeps on continuing his task, opening her mouth with his hands in order to help occupy him inside her mouth entirely.

Sarah pulls away almost immediately, of course. This is too much.

“You’re never going to get away with this,” she spits.

“I already am,” he answers her smugly. “Now be a good girl and open your mouth, or your family with get it.”

This causes her to still for a second. Finally, a reaction.

“W— What did you say.” She blinks rapidly.

“Oh yes, I know all about them. Where they work, where they live, who they interact with. It’s all in the files. And it will not take much other than a few words to get rid of them.”

“Bullcrap!”

“You don’t believe me? Then why don’t we put it to the test. I can call my henchmen right now. Heck, I’ll even let you hear as they kill your parents and siblings.”

“No . . .”

“Yes. I have the power to make things happen. I managed to whisk you off your live, didn’t I? What makes you think I can not do similar thing to them?”

She stops moving altogether. Only the constant rise and fall of her chest is present now.

“Think about it. Would you really risk the safety of their lives? Or would you suck my c**k instead?”

The girl is left with no any other choice. She has to comply. With great struggle, she finally allows him to have her way with her.

“Come to me. On all fours,” he gives his first order.

She does as she is told.

Brendan smiles. He enjoys having the power — he practically craves having power. Perhaps that is also one of the reasons why he is so good at what he does.

He puts his d**k in front of the girl and tells her to put it back in her mouth. He is not close enough to her now so she has to strain against the binds in order to make contact. He loves watching her try, eyes twinkling sadisticly in the dark.

Hermione continues to cry as she tries to find him with her mouth. She wants to close her eyes and pretends this is not happening. She sticks out her tongue, lapping on cold air. The young woman continues pushing her body forward, all the way until the restrains hurt her. That is when she grazes against him. She shudders from the contact. She wants to back away and escape from all of this misery. But as much as this is difficult for her, she has to put her family’s safety in her mind. No, she has to do this. She flicks her tongue again, causing another friction. He tastes salty and slightly tangy, with a little bit hint of blood. Oh God, she is going to throw up. Sarah holds herself in the mid of her struggling, trying so hard to ignore the scent. No, she can do this . . . .

Brendan laughs at her attempts, and then steps forward to give her a better access. She immediately takes him into her mouth and begins moving her head to try and pleasure him. She has a general idea of what she is supposed to be doing, but has never actually done it before. This. This is her first time.

She pushes those thoughts out of her head and continues to f**k him with her mouth. Her movement is sloppy, but he does not seem to mind. In fact, he seems to be watching all of this with amuse in his eyes. She glares at him while her mouth is still full of him, and it somehow satisfies him even more.

“More, Sarah. I need more. Put your mouth to work.” When she does not, an idea suddenly strikes in his mind. “Or maybe I should invite your sisters in as well?”

No! Don’t you dare! Her eyes speak in volumes.

She has one older sister and two younger sisters. Melanie is twenty five and she is already married. The twins are only sixteen, still in highschool. There is no way she is going to allow him to ruin their lives also, if she can help it.

“Good. Then get to work.”

The girl begins sucking him off with a new resolve. She suckles on his glans, making sure to swirl her tongue around the head of his c**k thoroughly. This causes him to grow even harder than he already is, stifling her with his size. She ignores this, pushing any disgust and other thoughts side, solely focusing herself with the task at hand. Sarah tries to focus on getting him off rather than anything else. At least then this will be over.

After sucking his head hard, Sarah plops him back out with an audible pop, before she runs her tongue along his shaft, somehow in a challenging way. He shudders from the contact. How do you like that, you bastard? she seems to say silently with her eyes.

Brendan lets out a groan and stumbles forward again, pushing her head back into the binds and gagging her. Sarah tries to focus on breathing through her nose, but the sudden movement caused her to lose her rhythm. He grabs her head and begins manually moving her back and forth.

She starts choking and tries to push him away. She can feel his d**k hitting the back of her throat, causing her eyesight to start clouding with black, and her stomach begins to revolt, sending bile into her mouth, making it even harder for her to breath. She can not get any words out, but is making gagging noises as he pounds into her, her head hitting the wall with every thrust. As she begins to really struggle for oxygent, her shoulders shag, too weak to fight. He is choking her.

He still continues to f**k her mouth with reckless abundant despite her dispirited state. She is no longer fighting. He is too lost in his own lust. The girl is not even strong enough to clasp her teeth around him. He can see it in her eyes. She is tired, exhausted and used. That is how lifeless she is now. At this point, she does not seem to even care anymore, and that serves his purpose just fine. Just one thing. He will make sure that she stays awake through the entire ordeal, so that she will remember what happened later, even when she closes her eyes. Now, she will only find him waiting in her dark. He will fill her up until there is nothing she can think off, other than him.

He seems to relish in her discomfort, and begins to moan loudly, pressing into her deeper and deeper. Finally, he grunts and Hermione feels a load of semen being released into the back of her throat. He holds her head to him, as he waits for the pleasure to subside. She is holding perfectly still taking in as much air as possible through her nose, swallowing repeatedly to get the blockage out of her throat. She throat has been dry, but she hates to admit that the warm liquid somehow helps with the soreness caused by her continues scretching.

Finally, after a few minutes have passed, he pushes her head away and puts his still swollen d**k back in his pants. Hermione gasps for real air and immediately crawls as far away from him as possible, shielding her face with her knees. She can not believe what has just transpired.

“Good slut,” he sighs, patting Hermione on the head like a dog. “We’ll be sure to practice this again.”

He stands over her for a moment, and then leans down to talk to her. His face is still too painful to look at, and it is becoming even more apparent each time he breaks into her in a deeper level.

“Do I need to teach you manners as well?” he demands. He grabs her head by her hair again and pulls her out of her knees so that she is forced to look at him. “What do you have to say to me?”

Sarah shakes her head, trying to get it free. Brendan frowns. “Say ‘thank you’,” he growls.

Sarah chokes back a sob; she does not understand why he can not just leave her alone now. She has done what he wants her to do, and now he is trying to further embarrass her. She quickly tries weighing the pros and cons of her situation again. Her spirit will not allow her to just do as he wants. Not this time. She does not want to thank him for violently sexually violating her. There are no pros to defying him.

She opened her mouth to respond, but no words came out.

Brendan stands up and kicks her, hard, in the thigh. She yelps like a wounded dog and tries to pull her legs in closer.

“Thank you, thank you!” she screams, the words coming easily. He kicks her again. “I’m sorry, thank you! I’m sorry!”

He bends back down to speak with her. “What exactly are you thanking me for, slave?” he asks her crashly.

“Thank you for.. for letting me suck your d**k,” she responds keeping eye-contact to avoid getting another punishment.

“And?” he asks.

Hermione has a moment of confusion, trying to think fast of what he will like to hear.

“Thank you for teaching me manners?” she says in a questioning voice. Brendan’s face contorts with anger. Hermione tastes the semen that is still on her lips and knows instantly what he has been referring to. “And most of all, thank you for letting me have your semen,” she continues, tensing up and expecting another hit. Her body is way too damaged for another blow from him. She is hurting all over. God, she just wants all of this to end.

She watches his face closely as he seems to consider her words.

“I really appreciate being allowed to swallow your c*m. It is truly such a precious gift,” she adds, this time struggling to control herself sternly not to give him any sort of tone, hoping to pacify him. Her last sentence does the trick.

“You are very much welcome, my lovely Sarah. You did well this time,” he responds, standing up. He brushes off his legs and smooths out his robes before walking back towards the darkness, but not before leaving a lingering press to her shoulder.

It is only when she can no longer hear his steps that she can finally breathe freely.

. . . . .

When she finally comes to wake, she finds herself already bound by a collar. The restrains on her wrists and ankles are gone, but she can still see the angry red marks that they had left on her skin. She knows what it means, has seen the images. It is one of those slave collars. They give painful shocks, remote hand controlled by the master. It will not causes any long lasting physical harm, but it will still sting when it is activated.

He proceeds to forces himself into her again, forcing her to performing some unacceptable things along the way. She refuses him, of course, and now that she has rested, she has more energy to deny him compared to the last time.

She is still covered with him, and it makes her frowns in disgust. When can she get rid of him off her? Where can she get out of here? Do her family even notice her missing? Are they looking for her? Anyone? How long does she have to put up with him?

Mast— Brendan. What is she doing? There is no way she is going to address him with that on her own accord.

However, that day he surprises her by guiding her to a bathroom. She assumes he does not like to f**k something as filthy as she is now. When he shows her into the bathroom, the water is already running, filling up the bathtub. Since she is already naked, she climbs straight in, eager to wash herself clean. Before she can get into the water though, she feels a shock goes through her body. It is more of a surprise rather than the pain. The pain is still more tolerable compared to the slaps or the pounding. But it results in causing her to fall to the floor, the angles forcing her legs spread, allowing herself to be presented to him. Sarah quickly raises back to her feet, not wanting to embarrass herself further.

“You don’t move unless you’re told,” he explains in a flat tone, then looks at her in sign that he is expecting something.

“May I take a bath, Master Brendan?” she asks, catching up to his gesture.

“You may. But first, you must strip me.”

“Y-you wish to join me in the bath?” Another shocks. “I mean, you would like to—” Pain. He keeps giving her small shocks whenever she begins to talk. “But I am filthy,” she says as a last resort, hoping that it will discourage him from going. It does not, and he just keeps on sending her shocks after shocks until she feels her knees buckle and she stumbles back to the bathroom floor.

“You do not question my intentions. And must I repeat myself? Strip me, girl. You were given an order. And I would hate to repeat myself for the third time.”

He is wearing a different suit. A much lighter grey in color this time. She quickly gets to work, not wanting to get the shocks again. Since she is already at this level, she might as well start with the pants. Her fingers go to unbuckle his belt, but is send yet with anything shock just before.

What does this bastard want? she scowls in frustration. One moment he forces her to strip him, and the next he is stopping her.

“Must I put a shocker in your p***y as well? You ask permission before you touch me.”

There are v****a’s version of the collar? Heck no!

“May I touch you, Master Brendan?”

He finally gives his approval.

She removes his belt before she pulls his zipper down. He does not wear an underwear beneath, so she is surprised by the sight of his bare p***s. She has never one so up close like this, and the sight unnerves her. Move, she tells herself, but her hands are shaking, frozen around his pants.

This is the tool that he has used to rammed into her v****a and ass. Not to mention her mouth. This is a device of torture, and she hates the sight of it. She can still taste some of their remains from his c**k when he shoved himself into her. She wants to gag, but moreover, she dreads the time when he will once against force himself into her.

“Like what you see?” he asks in hilarity. He must have taken her glaring eyes for another meaning — or not. She can just imagine him c*****g one of his thick eyebrows down at her. She is not going to let him win.

“No, Master Brendan,” she acutely replies, but he does not do anything to address her disrespect. She continues fumbling through his clothes, pulling his pants all the way down and gestures for him to step out of it.

She proceeds to his shoes, undoing the ties before shaking them off. His socks follow. Next, she stands up and goes for his top. First she removes his jacket, going around him to do the work, along with his vest. Then comes his tie. She unbuttons his shirt one by one, before pulling it off from him too. The last is his gloves.

He tells her to step into the bathtub first before he follows. Then he orders her to apply soap on his body.

“Sorry, what?” She thought she is the one who is supposed to get cleaned. He does not look like he needs a bath. In fact, from the smell of it, he seems to have just taken a shower.

Another shock.

She does as he wants, pumping soap into her hand and covering him up thoroughly. Once she is done, he has her to use him as her sponge bath, which entails brushing her body against him. She does not want to do that. She already got as close as she could get with him. She does not want him any closer than that. But she knows that if she does not do as she is told, he will get angry again. He will continue to shock her — how, she has no idea. Perhaps it has something to do with the ring in his finger? Moreover, he can really make his threads on her family comes true. She can not risk that. Plus, she really does need a bath greatly, so she yields.

She starts by brushing her chest against his, causing her n*****s to stand out right away from the contact. Her supple breasts weight on him, and they pool all over him firmly. She winches a little bit, but decides to ignore all the other things that their body contact is doing to each other. He wants her to use him as a human sponge bath? Fine. Swallowing her pride, she starts by rubbing breasts on his chiseled chest tightly, while her stomach is colliding against his hard abs. It does not take long before his erect c**k joins in between them. Despite the strain of his d**k, the rest of him looks relaxed. She does not know what his game is, but she wants nothing to do with it. She only wants to get herself clean. That is it.

Next, she needs to clean her arms and legs. She grinds herself against him, feeling the tense muscle of his own. Later, she will add more soap on his chest, before using him to clean her back. She can feel his c**k nestling itself in between her buns as she moves against him up and down. Perhaps a little bit of his pre-c*m has join them as well, but she tones it out. His length is big, and it stretches against her ass cheeks threateningly. Sarah gulps audibly, before heading to rinse herself. He grabs her wrist before she can.

Oh, right. “May I rinse myself, Master Brendan?”

“But you haven’t clean yourself thoroughly.”

“I did,” she almost snaps, “Master Brendan.”

“Not your cunt. Or your ass,” he says. “Your mouth as well, but later. I’m not that cruel.” He says it like he is granting her an exclusive present.

Sarah does not want to get backlashed again, so she grabs some more soap and splash it on his abs messily, before she starts descending herself towards him. Her bare p***y lips kiss his toned stomach, and when she moves she feels like she is being grated alive. Her sensitive cilt rubs against him occasionaly, and she rubs her knees together to stop her body from wetting herself. He holds her by each leg in place though, preventing her from closing them. She ends up being forced to grind her p***y against his midsection while exposing herself for all of him to view. He eyes her appreciatively, eyes focused on her pink lips.

Sarah is about to turn herself the other way and clean the other side also. But then he suddenly pulls her down and drives himself into her v****a. She falls into him and screams. It does not hurt as much when she is too dry, plus the soap makes it easier to take in. But her passage is still not used to being occupied. She makes indication of wanting to crawl away, but he simply places his hands on her waist.

“You don’t like pain, do you?” She does not answer. “Then be a good girl and clean yourself with my c**k. Thoroughly.”

She lifts herself up, not all the way, just until the head of his thick girth stays inside her, before slamming herself back down. She moves her hips so that she can angle him at different sides, making sure to cover her insides thoroughly with him. If she does her job good, he surely will not ask her to repeat, will he? She can hear him moan from behind her as she gets her p***y working, lodging and dislodging herself from him a dozen time. The sound of his groans and pants fill out the room until she almost forget about the reality of the situation. His c**k goes even harder until his size becomes as thick as her arm. That is when she has to slow down. He is pushing her walls apart.

Once she is clean, she pulls away from his c**k. He still has not c*m yet, but she is assuming he plans on that.

Sarah pumps more liquid soap, this time much more than before. She makes sure to cover his c**k thoroughly. She will rather avoid the pain as much as possible when she can help it. His d**k twitches underneath her touch, especially when she unintended wraps her hands around him and pumps him up and down. She decides to ignore that also. When done, she positions herself and lowers her ass towards his eager c**k.

He fills her up in ways she can not imagine. But at least she is not hurting anymore. She slowly wiggles herself down towards him, wanting to get all of this over with. She continues on thrusting, making sure to angle him at all four directions just like before with her cunt. He groans even louder and his breathing is turned into a heavy inhale and exhale. She lowers herself, feeling as his engorged c**k going in and out, sliding against one of her most private places. He tries to control himself, but he stops her.

“Turn around. I want to watch you as lower yourself onto me.” She makes indication to pull away, but he stops her yet again. “No. Turn around, slowly. Keep me inside you all the time.” She inches herself around, allowing him to brush against places she never knew she can feel from. Sarah clearly feels uncomfortable, and she does nothing to hide it. She bites onto her bottom lips when he hits her at a particularly nasty spot. It feels new, deeper. She wants nothing more than to get away, but she must go on. Her body shakes as she forces herself to continue turning, all the way until she faces him and has both of her tights around his waist.

“Good girl,” he cups her breast like he is brushing against a lover’s cheek. Sarah holds herself from barfing and begins to thrust.

Her movement is way too torturous and slow, and he is not sure how long he can keep to himself. So he decides to take over and start pounding into her ass.

As he f***s her hard against him, reaching newer depths by the second, Sarah realizes that this is never going to end. She will remain trapped within his place for the rest of her life. She will never meet with her family again — God, they must have think that she is dead by now, for never having contacting them back for so long. She will always be in here, never getting the chance to get out again. But if this is how she will have to spend the rest of her life, she might as well do it in her own terms. She is so tired of all this pain. She does not want to be raped repeatedly, does not want to be forced to do things she does not want to. So in the end, she lets go of herself. Of her dreams, of her morality, of her sense of justice. There is no walking away from this. So instead of keep being torn in denial and tormented, she decides to welcome the pain. The blowjobs, the anals, the orgasms. Let it all in.

Sarah can feel her inner self cracking the further he pounds deeper into her, each thrust destroying another level of her sanity.

She can feel something within her snaps as she lets go of her old self and welcomes the new one. This new her is sluttier. She has no moral and standarts, and she is willing to do anything her master tells her. Yes, she has a new master now, and she is his slave. She will used and ordered around with whatever he pleases, in any way he likes, and she will love it. She will live only for her master, and her master alone. Her life and her death belongs to him. Her mind, body and soul are his. He will c*m in her as much as he likes, turning her as a cumbucket. She will be used in any manners he redeems pleasing, and she will take it, because that is the only way she can cop in this life.

. . . . .

“Sarah, my c**k miss you.” Master Brendan pulls her into a wild, seductive kiss, using his tongue to roam every inch of her mouth until she is turned to mush.

“My asshole misses you too, Master,” she moans in between the kiss.

“Such a good girl. You know exactly what I want to hear. Now get on all fours and wait for me.”

While she waits, her cunt grows wet out of anticipation. This does not go unnoticed in his eyes, of course.

“Already wet for me, girly?”

He rubs his glove covered fingers against her entrances, dipping in slightly to draw out more of her slick juices. Sometimes she wishes he will just take off the offending thing. Why is he so obsessed with wearing gloves? Why can’t he just touch her without them? She wants to feel his skin on her. So badly.

“What a slut you have become, Sarah. Look at how much you’re wetting yourself for. You want me this badly,” he teases her with the dripping fluid of her cunt.

She just needs to think of him as her lover. It is the only way she can cope with all of this. She plays the part of a submission servant, and he plays as her sadistic owner. He has just come home and ready for some action, which she is eager to give to him. They are only acting. That is how she knows that she will be just fine. She wants this, and she will enjoy this.

“My cunt misses you too, Master,” she admits wantonly.

“Well, since you seems to have been getting all the fun with all of this, I don’t think I’m going to give you what you want, after all. You are a bad girl, and bad girls needs to be punished. I’m going to ram your ass instead.”

He slips out of her v****a and pokes at her anus. She is still so nice and tight even after all he has done to her holes. He likes how his little slave girl has turned out to be. It seems like his efforts are not futile. Look at how submissive and obeyful she has become. He likes how she is now willing to accept his c**k. Compared to the first time, this has been a great progress. She was not even willing go approaching him in their first encounter, until right now. Look at how far they have gone.

“Spread your legs, slut.”

She does as she is told without much fuss.

“Stay in position. Don’t touch yourself. I’m gonna fill up your ass.”

“Ah, Master Brendan. I—”

“Hush! You’re going to accept what I am giving you, and you have to stay in place.”

Sarah pants harder. The growing anticipating is killing her. To have a big d**k going inside her. Her p***y only grows wetter by the thought.

He rams his c**k into her rectum again and again, all day and night until they are covered with each others’ fluids, yet even then they do not care and simply enjoy each other’s bodies. They tangle and twist in together, until they can not be parted from each other anymore. He is so used to f*****g her ass that he even falls asleep with himself still attached to her tight walls.

Eventually, Sarah learns that it is much better to go along than fight him, thus she begins to accept his attention.

Their conversations are limited to him giving her orders. “Open your mouth”, “Part your legs”, or “Get on all fours”. And Sarah has become more than willing to do as he wish, as long as she can get away from the pain. Her pride has been long gone, thrown out of the window when the safety of her family comes to mind.

Sometimes he will come in her mouth before he guides himself into her ass. Sometimes he even has enough energy to pull out before he can c*m inside her rectum, and instead pushes himself inside her mouth right back in. She can taste herself on his c**k, but even despite the stench, her insanity has allow her to enjoy even such a degrading treatment. Mouth to ass and ass to mouth. He loves using her, but not as much as breeding her. She guesses she should be grateful at some prospect. She certainly will not able to handle it if she ever get pregnant.

Him f*****g her and using all of the holes he can possibly use has become a regular routine. She wakes up. He f***s her. On the bed. In the shower. Bound and gag at the basement. He will fall asleep while still inside her, and then when she wakes up, they repeat the same series of activities. He does not seem to be getting tired of her anytime soon, though. There is always a new way to f**k that he is keen on experimenting on with her. Some other times, he will use her breasts and f**k her by the t**s. Another time, he will eat her out, making her sing until her throat go sore. At this point, she is already used to any kind of endearment that she does not even bother to protest and fight him off anymore. Thus, the collar does not even function almost entirely, now only hanging around her neck as sign of his belonging upon her body.

One day, when they are done and spent, they lay down on the bed. Brendan has his eyes closed, and he surprisingly looks much more gentle with that facial expression. So relaxed and handsome. Sarah tries not to stare, but she fails to do so.

“Master, I can I ask you a question?”

“Sure.”

“Where are we?”

“The Alps.”

“Swiss Alps?”

“Where else?”

He had his men brought her from Paris all the way over here? Sarah starts to do the math in her mind, despite the fact that she knows it is not safe. France and Switzerland is just right next to each other. If she goes by car, she can go back in about half a day or so. If she can find a car. But what then? Her hotel room has probably been cleared out, since she has not returned for— What? What day is this anyway? She has lost count since she decided to give in to Master Brendan.

Wouldn’t it be better if she can earn his trust? Perhaps she can get a chance to phone her family? God, they must have worried sick of her.

“Stop scowling.” He slips two fingers inside her butthole, earning a moan from the young woman. He starts by teasing her slowly, reaching all the way in, but never increasing his snail pace. It makes her wish he can just get it over with. “What do you have in mind?”

“I’ve been thinking . . .”

The inner walls of her back passage is clenching around him so hard when he curves his fingers forward, brushing against that thin layer that separates between her rectum and her v****a. She shivers in delight.

“Do share.”

“. . . About my family.”

He stops pumping.

“What about them?” he asks through his teeth.

Can she really say this? “I miss them,” she admits.

“Bad girl. Do you want to be punished this badly? You are not allowed to think about anyone else but me.”

“Master, I—”

He does not allow her to speak much, before his pulsing erection is already shoved inside her mouth before she can say anything else. She muffles around him, and he lets out a hiss, followed by a string of curses. He will compliment her in an overly s****l way, and she can only take whatever he gives her way.

Master Brendan holds her head in place while he guides her through, controlling the speed of her movement.

“Look at how eager you’ve turned to be now. Such a slut.”

He bends over and spanks her while he is still in her mouth, creating a vibration that travels to her wet p***y. She moans against him, and it almost causes him to c*m right into her warm throat.

“Nymph!”

While working on her tongue around his d**k, Sarah gets to thinking. Is he from Switzerland. He certainly has that European look. But if so, he clearly does not have an accent. Whenever he speaks, he sounds out his intentions stern and clear. There is no hesitation, no stumbling in his tone. Maybe he is from the same country such as hers?

Slap!

Her train of thoughts are cut out when he spanks her again. “Eyes on me when you’re with me,” he orders acutely. He slams his palm against her ass cheeks some more as punishment, each time bringing her closer to her release. The impact of having his palm repeating slapping on her ass causes the skin there to redden so much, she ends up squirting out her release heavily.

He cums inside her just as fast, shooting warm salty liquid cream right into the back of her throat, flooding in her tastebuds.

Master Brendan pulls out, only to enter her ass again when she is unprepared. She is still exhausted, but she knows what he wants, so she starts moving nonetheless.

. . . . .

One time when she wakes up, she finds herself alone in a dark room. The only light she can see is from an opened door. It is unlocked, and she is no longer bound anymore. Her collar is gone too. She has no idea what is going on, but she knows that she should start moving soon, before she is discover. She knows that it is the logical thing to do. But there is something bugging her in the back of her mind. While her consciousness tells her to run, her instinct is giving off all kinds of warning alarms. Something strange is going on. There must be something wrong. Master Brendan has taken all kinds of measures to keep her in. Why would he just leave an opening like this for her to escape? He must have his reasons. But whatever it is, she needs to make the correct decision.

Despite the fact that her body is screaming for her to get out, the young woman plans herself still. And that is how her owner finds her, sitting on her knees, wearing nothing but the thin white garment he has provided for her as a sleeping uniform, a pleased smirk plastered on his handsome face.

“Oh dear Sarah, it seems like you have exceeded my expectation.” He pets her in the head like the proud owner that he is.

“Master Brendan, good morning,” she greets her, keeping her eyes low, just as how he likes it.

“I know you wouldn’t take the bait and attempt an escape. Either you are too smart, or you have given up and succumbed to be. Either way, I’ve prepared a gift for you.”

“A gift, Master?”

“Yes, I’ve been thinking about this for a while, and I have decided that you are worth the keeping.”

The next five words that come from his mouth causes her ears to go deaf, though.

“I’m going to breed you.”

“I’m sorry?” She blinks once. She must have heard this wrong.

“You heard me. I’m going to use your womb to produce my heirs. Whether you’ve figured this out or not, I am actually deemed quite wealthy by some.”

“May I ask why?”

She does not think that he will answer her, but he eventually does.

“Not that it matters whether you know or not, but it is quite bothersome trying to procure some other woman that I can not control over. But then again, I do have one that I can. So I thought, I won’t I just put her to a good use?”

Sarah lets out a shaky breath she has been holding on to.

“I need someone to become my official wife for the public face and bear my children. If I decide to find someone else, there’s printup and all that paperwork, plus handling the legalities and such. I don’t all that time to take care of her.”

She shifts in place as he continues on speaking without giving her as much as a care.

“But with you, I don’t have to worry about all of that. You just have to be there and smile when I show you around. But don’t get any ideas. You will be with me at all times. That much is a guarantee.”

Despite having nearing the end of his thirties, he still has not have a wife and a heir. He thinks that this will be as best a time as any other, especially now that he has a female in the possession of his hands.

He studies her expression closely.

“Why? Aren’t you supposed to be happy hearing this good news?” There is a cold hint by the edge of his tone.

Sarah pulls her lips back, but they manage to stay stiff. She tries again, and finally succeed the third time. She smiles up at him. Her eyes sparkle convincingly when her hazel brown eyes meet with his grey ones.

“Yes, of course I am happy, Master. I’m really grateful that you have chosen me to bear your children.”

“Then show your how much you really appreciate it.”

She does by catching his right hand and kissing the back of his glove. She does not stop just there though. She pulls his zipper down, allowing his c**k to be released. She gently lifts the flaccid member with her palms, her cares so soft that his c**k jolts to live almost instantly just from the contact. He is used to be pleased by these hands, and his c**k is now turning against him. Still, he does not move an inch from his standing position, watching her as she lifts his member up to her face. She slowly lowers her head until her tender lips makes a connection, planting a long kiss to the head of his c**k.

“Thank you for deciding to reside your seeds in my womb, Master Brendan.”

He almost loses his cool right there and then. She is so perfect, so behaving right now, and it makes him hard.

Brendan wastes no time, pushing her back to the bed and ripping her nightgown in half. She wears a white lace panties underneath, which he simply slides aside to make room for his d**k to go into her waiting cunt. She is already soaking wet, allowing him to bury himself within her tight canal easily.

He pounds into her repeated like a madman, spending his seeds right into her. Yet even then, he is never close to finish. He continues on f*****g her, cumming inside her at all times. He only goes tired after the sixth time, and even then he simply collapse on top of her, trapping his seed inside her cunt.

Once he is vast asleep, Sarah allows a tear to slide down her cheek.

. . . . .

Days turn to weeks, and weeks turn to months. Sarah loses count on how many days have passed. But judging from the bulge of her stomach, she must have been in there for several months already. Five, or perhaps six months? She has no idea.

But even despite having being so pregnant, Master Brendan is still f*****g her. There is no limit to his s****l appetite. Sometimes he even wakes her up in the middle of the night and make love to her on the bed that they now share together.

She calls it making love, when in truth it is only him using her as a life blow up doll. It is her only defence mechanism to cope. At least, that is how she sees it.

Aside from the normal nutritions she receives, he also makes her swallow his c*m, because he read some somewhere that swallowing the father’s c*m is supposed to make the baby grows healthier.

Sarah can not crack, especially at a time like this. So she fools herself into thinking that everything will be alright. She is carrying his child now. Surely that should mean something, right? He will not put them at risk. He needs his heir.

When the child is born, Master Brendan seems to become happier. She has never seen him smile in such content, her heart starts beating irregularly.

While they are busy nurturing the newborn, he still makes love to her and dominates her, although this time it is not to the context that it is harmful to her. He still needs her to feed the baby, after all.

After their first child has matured a little bit, he coaxes her into having s*x with him again, which results in the consummation of their second child.

Sarah does not know for sure, but there might be a chance that she can find happiness in this life, even though she has to spend most of it trapped in his mansion.