A Master Worthy Slave

She woke up in a room. She was naked. She had metal shackles around her wrists and ankles. And when she yanked at them, they merely bit into her skin if she pulled any harder. The resounding thunk of metal against wood could be heard. “What the f**k?!” She shouted, yanking harder against the shackles and wincing when the metal bit into her skin harder. “Obviously, it didn’t work the first time you tried it. I’m not sure why you decided to do it again, harder.” Capone said. Shea’s head snapped up to where he was in the room. In the corner, by the window. He sat in the armchair in his typical two-piece suit, dark, with a light button-up shirt underneath. His tie was perfectly knotted, and he sat with his legs crossed. Even in the darkness, Shea could see that his dress shoes were polished neatly, and his face was blank. “Why am I chained up?!” He said nothing; he only got up and crossed the room to sit on top of the bed next to her. His eyes ran across her body, drinking it in. Dark amusement in his eyes as his gaze travelled slowly across every inch of her body. And then his hands followed. Large, warm hands travelled from her t**s to her stomach before they ran across the flat planes over her stomach, over the curve of her hips, and down to her legs. He caressed her thighs before he did the same to her calves and stopped. Shea’s breathing had deepened. Nearly hyperventilating. “Calm down…There’s no need to worry,” He smirked, reaching a hand up to cup her face. His smile dropped when she jerked her face away from him. “Capone…Please,” She said as He lunged and gripped her throat tightly, choking her. Her body tensed as she panicked. She stared into cool, emotionless eyes as he leaned in close, squeezing her throat harder. “If you ever call me by that name again. I will cut your tongue out of your mouth. Do. You. Understand?” He hissed as he released her throat, and she fell back on the bed. She coughed, eyes watering from fear, and from panic as she eyed him. Terror in her eyes as she watched as he pulled something out of his inner jacket pocket. “You’ve found yourself in this fortunate situation because I’ve decided that you will be my slave. From this day forward, you are nothing but an enslaved person for me. To do as I wish for you to do.” He said, walking towards her slowly. His voice was calm, steady. He paused in front of her, smiling. “You will address me as Master. And I will address you in whatever manner I like. Your only purpose is to please me. Your body is no longer your own. Nor is your life.” He said, running the tip of his finger over her n*****s. She cringed back, and his brow furrowed. Faster than she could register, he flipped her over on her front so her ass was out, and a loud slap sounded out in the room, followed by Shea’s scream. “You will not pull away from me, Slave.” He said. He paused and ran a hand down her reddened ass. “You’re mine to touch as I want. It’s rude to pull away from your Master.” He tutted. “Do you want me to f**k you, Slave?” He asked, amused. “No, I never want you to touch me!” She screamed. “I’ll ask once more. Do you want me to f**k you?” “No, Never!” Capone smiled. She’d learn. “Wrong answer.” He said as he brought the paddle down on her already inflamed cheeks another ten times. He waited until she stopped crying before he asked again. “Do you want me to f**k you?” He asked yet again in that same tone. “Y-Yes…” She sobbed. “Wrong answer, Slave.” Her screams, combined with the paddle on her ass, were music to his ears. He sighed as he breathed in her pain. His c**k threatened to break free from his slacks. “What do you want then?!” she asked. Angry, tearful, and a mess. He grabbed her face and licked her tears. “There. Good. You’ve learned.” He said, placing the paddle down on the bedside table. He unbuttoned his slacks as he spoke once more. “The only thing you should be worried about is what I want. My thoughts, my desires, my wishes. What makes me happy.” He sighed as he straddled her. The poor girl was shaking, and he breathed it in happily. The fear, the trembling, the tears. This was what he loved, perhaps even more, since it was her. “Refusal and resistance will lead to punishment, and compliance will earn you a reward.” He reached down and let out an amused hum as he reached a hand in between her folds. “You’re wet already…I haven’t even f****d you yet. slave.” He said, letting out a sharp laugh as he slapped her right cheek. The girl let out a grunt as he did so. He cooed as he slipped a finger into her, stretching her. And he shuddered as she let out a whine. Her hips are moving back against him on their own. His length throbbed at the realization of what he’d been gifted. He hadn’t expected this, no. That would make it all the better. He smiled, pleased with the new turn of events. And he withdrew his fingers, the girl’s cunt released him with a wet squelch, a slimy string of arousal coating his fingers, and he lapped at his fingers. Shivering at her taste, he palmed himself through his slacks. He released himself finally. His aching member leaked a drop of pre come as it hit the cool air. He hissed and stroked himself to relieve some of the pleasure. His fingers found her c**t and rubbed lightly. The girl jolted and moaned as he did. A flick, a thrust of his finger, a sweep of his thumb, and the girl shuddered. Her walls clamped down on his finger as she came with a high-pitched moan. He sighed at the sound. It was pleasant. A hand stroked her back reverently as he smiled. His fingers didn’t stop. They curled just so inside of her, the wet, lewd sounds ringing out in the room, accompanied by her moans, made him shiver. He prepped for her, ensuring she could take him. Usually, he didn’t care. Normally, he just did the bare minimum to ensure no tearing. But this time was different. This time, he was a slave of his own. He had to take care of what was his. “So responsive for your master, slave,” He cooed. He rubbed the head of his d**k against her outer lips. He has a big d**k, about ten inches. He pushed in with a groan. He kept f*****g her, not even stopping to give her time to adjust. He could tell she was a virgin. He hauled back and thrust in roughly. She lets out a painful scream. Every time he would thrust in, she would scream. She was shaking so badly from the pain. Her Master was in so much pleasure, though, that he didn’t even care that his slave was not enjoying it. “ Ahhh. Master, it hurts really bad, please,” she cried out, sobbing, begging her Master. He just kept thrusting, and you could hear his loud moans of pleasure. Her walls fluttered tightly against him, and he let out a grunt as she tightened around him. Squeezing him like a vice. “Take it, slave. This is about my pleasure, not yours,” He said sternly while moaning. She was lying there sobbing and screaming. He was tearing her p***y apart. Master! Please–” She shouted. Sobbing. He f****d her p***y for a whole hour non-stop. He c*m about three times. Her p***y was raw when he finished. Her body ached so badly. Tears spilling down her cheeks, and he gripped her tighter as he licked her tears as she sobbed. Shea could only cry silently against his chest as she trembled from the weight of what had transpired. Her tears dried slowly, and her eyes were heavy as she fell asleep against the only man who had seen her bare like that and had held her close instead.