CHAPTER 4
She made a sound of protest, wondering how he could possibly want more after he'd just finished. She was going to ask for some water, a chance to clean up, something. But the part of her that wanted so desperately to please him, this dominant man she'd just met, kept her silent. She slowly curled the underwear from off her hips, keeping her skirt, thigh highs, and heels on. He nodded approvingly.
“Mount me.” He said, simply.
That one she had to protest. “Wait, no condom?”
He raised an eyebrow. “Would you like to leave?”
She shook her head and slowly climbed into his lap, facing away. He pulled her skirt up, slowly revealing her bare rear to him, and he lay his monster dick, still hard, thick and swollen, against her front.
He laughed as he showed it to her, and how it stood tall, up to her bellybutton. “This is going to tear you in two.”
She simply nodded. She was scared of what he was doing, without protection. She had been off the pill for ages. But surely he knew to pull out at the right time. He was in control of everything else, so surely.
He gently pulled her arms behind her back and held them there, his dick still staring angrily up at her. He brushed her hair back from her neck and softly whispered in her ear. “You can't be trusted with your hands. I'm going to take what I want, until you are trained better. Understood?”
She nodded again, and she felt him wrap his belt around her hands, pulling them tight. Then he reached in front of her and slowly began to mound her breasts. “Your tits are nice enough. Let's see if you are as nice down below?”
He lifted her up, her arms held uselessly behind her back. He positioned her at the head of his massive dick, slowly rubbing himself against her, lubricating his already saliva coated cock.
“You are no virgin, correct?”
She nodded that she was no virgin. He chuckled softly, still teasing her hole with his massive cock. “Then this will be a bit better, but it will still hurt.”
With that, he jerked her body down on his cock.
He wasn't lying. It did hurt. It was as if he was breaking her hymen again, and she could feel her bones stretch to accommodate him. She screamed out in pain and he paused, his lips right next to her ears.
“Do keep screaming. It only makes me harder.”
He lifted her up, and dropped her back down again. More of him pushed it this time, opening her body even further. Then again he did, and her canal took more than her throat could. This too he laughed at.
“Only a few more inches, buttercup. I know you can take it.”
He lifted her even higher this time, and slammed her body down on him, her body forcefully accommodating his massive girth. If he had not been so wet from her saliva, or if she had not actually been enjoying this, it never would have worked. She felt his thick balls pushing against her clit.
He sighed in contentment. “Ah, yes, I knew you could take me. Now, rock yourself against it, get used to it. I want to show you something.”
She did as he asked, slowly rocking back and forth on his massive, thick rod. He reached up and slowly began to unbutton her shirt as she did so. She couldn't stop him, nor would she. She felt her breath catching. His balls felt amazing against her clit, so she used that, stimulating herself. He laughed darkly in her ear, knowing exactly what she was up to.
“You need not worry, my dear. I will not deny you your own pleasure, as long as it does not interfere with my own.” He slowly made his way down her buttons, until each was undone. He jerked her shirt open then. He laughed delightfully as he looked down her body.
“I can see myself in you.” He said, and slowly began to run his hands over her stomach.
She frowned. What in the world did that mean? Was it some sort of emotional connection he was trying to make? OK. she could enjoy fucking him, but she wasn't ready to have some sort of commitment.
Then she looked down to what he was touching.
He was actually able to touch his dick inside of her.
Her eyes widened in horror, which only seemed to excite him more. Surely that couldn't be good for her, surely her body wasn't meant to have so much cock buried inside. She was doing something unnatural, she knew it.
“Fuck me,” he commanded. She turned to look at him, her eyes protesting. He was so large, and he'd tied her hands behind her back.
He shrugged. “Figure it out.”
She was in decent shape, but this was difficult. She widened her stance, and tried to lift herself up off the dick. Her body protested, it had only just gotten accustomed to the massive girth, and the suction was intense. It was only that her excited body was lubricating her so well that she was able to pull off of him at all.
Once she was up enough, she let gravity pull her back down. She couldn't go any faster than the massive prick would slide in. Her heels made her unsteady as she tried to pull off, and fall back down.
“This too, you will need to learn.” He said, the disappointment clear in his voice. “I expect you to be able to fuck me without my help.”
He lay a hand on either side of her hips. He was so much stronger than she, but he too had trouble getting her tight canal to let go of his monster cock. But he muscled through it. He was easily able to lift her and drop her back down on himself, repeatedly, as she cried out on top of him.
She looked down and she could even see his dick invading her. It looked like some sort of alien worm, taking over her body, making it his own. It was the same as what he was doing to her. She was his, she belonged to him. And she found herself grateful for it.
Soft moans began to escape her lips unbidden. His dick's assault had become less a matter of pain, and more a matter of pleasure. It didn't hurt that her clit was engorged by the constant rubbing against his balls. When he slipped his fingers between her legs to help it along, she couldn't help it. She felt herself going over the edge.
He laughed then. She wondered if he was delighted that she had submitted, or if he truly was enjoying her body so well. But she came, over and over, unable to stop.
The tightening of her body around him was too much. She was already so tight before, but with her orgasms, her muscles became insanely intense. He thrust inside again, and again, harder than ever before, until finally he exploded, unprotected, deep inside of her womb.
She felt it, how could she not? She turned to him, her eyes pleading. “Why didn't you use a condom? I'm not on the pill, I don't understand...”
He laughed again, exhausted. He resumed putting his hands behind his head, closing his eyes, though she was still mounting him.
“We have to repopulate the earth, don't we?”
Locked
Inside the Vault #2
by
Claudia Balvenie
Copyright 2015.
All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed or transmitted in any form or by any means without the prior written permission of the author.
CHAPTER 1
Lana knelt below the desk waiting on her Master's pleasure.
As long as he was with her, as long as he kept her busy, she did not have to think about the horrors that were happening outside. It had been only a few hours since that first explosion. The Vault's door was locked, and she was trapped inside.
No, she reminded herself, that was not entirely true. She could leave the Vault whenever she wished. Her Master assured her that he would not only allow it, but he would finance it. He would fully provision her. She need only ask release from his servitude. She had not.
It surprised her to discover that she had already grown to desire pleasing him. Hell, she'd already begun to think of him as her Master. When he'd fastened the collar to her neck and guided her to his desk by a leash, she felt herself growing heated. When he told her to stay and await his return, the thought to question him never entered her mind. When he was near, she need not think of the realities of her situation.
The world was going insane ou
tside of these walls. Already they'd heard multiple explosions above. Neither cable nor the internet worked. The last thing they'd seen before everything went dark were pictures from cities across the globe, laid in waste.
She was so desperately afraid that everyone she'd ever known was now dead. Her family, her friends, her coworkers, had anyone survived? Only she, her Master and his two maintenance men were in the massive Vault.
She had changed so in just a few hours. No doubt she was in shock. She had been sent to do a story on a reclusive billionaire, one who rarely allowed press inside his home. While on the tour of his fallout shelter, the first explosion sounded and the doors slammed shut. She was exceedingly lucky.
Then he entered the room, bringing her back to the present. He slid into the desk chair, saying not a word to her. He unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants, already aroused.
She knew what she had to do.
CHAPTER 2
Lana leaned forward, her hair brushing against the top of the desk. He was very well endowed, a good length, but hugely thick. She slowly brushed her tongue against the underside of his head, teasing at the sensitive area.
This elicited no response from above. She heard him begin to type. Dimly she wondered what he was doing, he'd said before that the internet wasn't working. Then again, how was he able to be hard again, after having so recently nearly broken her in two? How long had she been waiting on him? Surely not enough time for him to have recharged.
“How are you ready again, so quickly?” She asked, between long licks of his massive dick. She could taste her own juices still coating it.
He typed furiously for a couple more minutes, before asking her to repeat the question. His dick was still rock hard, but he seemed to have forgotten her. She cupped his balls gingerly and began to roll them gently back and forth.
“I have an unusually high libido, buttercup. I need to get off at least five to ten times a day.”
Her eyes widened at that. She wrapped her hand around his thick cock and slowly began to move up and down, while her tongue trailed downward. She gently began to lick his swollen balls.
Still, so many times a day? She had thought that she'd only be used for him once, maybe twice. He'd said that he and his men didn't need her to do any other work. Perhaps that was absolutely true. Perhaps, if he needed that much sex, it truly would be her full time job.
She had only just become a reporter. Her Master was her first big story. She knew this day would change her life, but had no idea how much. Her dreams had been to become famous, the first person to truly bring the great Roger St. Clair into the spotlight. Everyone knew he was a wealthy software developer, but no one knew of his personal life. No one knew where he spent his billions. No one knew whether or not he had a lover, even.
She knew all of these answers now. And she knew that she wanted nothing more than to please him.
He made a small sound of pleasure above, as she tightened her grip and kept up her ministrations on his balls. The merest hint of precum was beading above her. She slowly ran her tongue up to catch it.
“What are you doing?” She asked him. She was not accustomed to being ignored, especially while doing something like this.
He jerked out of his near trance, and slammed something down above her. He pushed his chair away from the desk, staring down at her. He had a riding crop in his hand, and anger burning across his face.
“I'm trying to figure out what the fuck is going on out there. And I don't need your constant questions, got it?”
She sank back onto her knees, embarrassment flushing her cheeks. She knew there was too much reporter still in her and not enough slave.
“You are not my girlfriend, you are my employee. Do you understand?” He slammed the riding crop in his other hand to prove the point. She nodded quickly.
“If you want out of this, just stand up and walk away. You don't even have to say anything. But if you want to stay here, working for me, you have to stop asking me these questions, and just obey. Understood?”
She nodded again sheepishly, humiliated that she'd caused the outburst.
“Alright, then.” He reached out and gently cupped her cheek. It was the first gentle touch she'd ever received from him. It helped to remove the sting from his words.
“Now get back to work.”
He slid back to where he was at the desk, typing again. He had already questioned her skills at sucking cock when he'd first struck the bargain. She did not want him to do so again. It's just that his dick was so fat, and her mouth wasn't big enough to take it. She tried to stretch herself as far as she could go, trying desperately to keep her teeth from brushing against him. She worked his head in slowly, trying to teach her jaw to stay open enough to take him.
She kept one hand stroking the lower part of his dick, while the other kept slowly massaging his massive balls. She used her own saliva as lube for her hand.
“Better.” He said, absentmindedly. He kept typing above.
She kept working his pole, her mouth finding a rhythm with her hand. It both annoyed her and excited her that he was treating her like an object. She was nothing to him, simply a creature to dominate. She was a receptacle for his juices. It went against everything she'd been taught, to submit to his will.
“Suck,” he commanded.
But she wanted it with a desire she'd never felt in her entire life. She would stand out, she would please him. If he was to be nothing but her master, then she would be the best slave she could. She sucked him, hard.
She heard a slight moan escape his lips, and the typing ceased. She redoubled her efforts, forcing him to pay attention to her. He leaned back in his chair, and she had even better access. Her head bobbed back and forth, her hand matched it stroke for stroke. She kept kneading at his balls, bringing them into the action.
That's when she felt the slash across her rear. The riding crop had slammed firmly into her panty-covered butt and she yelped in pain. He laughed cruelly.
“I told you before, buttercup. I want to hear you scream.”
He slammed it against her other butt cheek, causing her to twitch away. Her rhythm faltered.
“Oh no. No. Keep sucking my dick. Scream around it if you have to.”
He wasn't lying. She could feel the blood expanding his dick as he made her cry out in pain. He clearly got off on hurting her.
What she didn't understand is why the pain excited her too. She could feel her own wetness trickling from her. She felt her lower muscles clinch and release, as if she were begging to take him inside her, once more.
Again he spanked the crop against her rear. This time she was prepared. Though she moaned in pain, she did not allow it to alter her stroke. She kept going, harder and harder, stuffing as much of that thick dick into her throat as she could. She was learning.
He chuckled and began to slam the crop against her rear harder and faster. Her ass became a blur of pain. Still she pushed the distracting to the side, and kept going. Her focus was all on him.
Suddenly she felt his hand on the back of her head, forcing her down on him, deeper than before. When he had hit the back of her throat, and no amount of pushing would get it any further, he exploded.
The seed gushed down her esophagus, and back up, filling her whole mouth. She gagged, struggled against him, but he was too strong and buried too deep. It was swallow or choke.
It took several attempts, marred by the fact that he kept shooting more strings of his juices inside. She swallowed frantically, trying to keep up, wondering how much seed could really be in those huge balls of his.
Finally he sank back, spent. He closed his eyes and tried to catch his breath. She simply sat back, watching him. She waited.
“I would have been most displeased if even a drop of that had escaped your lips.” He said, his breath still haggard. “It is your job to take all of my jizz, understand?”
She nodded. It was amazing how quickly she had taken to being his servant, his slave.
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nbsp; “Now, clean me up and then go fetch food. I'll be expecting more from you after lunch, and I expect you to be ready.
CHAPTER 3
Lana was fortunate that she'd had the tour of the Vault before, as she knew where the kitchen would be. Inside, one of his men stood, chopping vegetables with some soft music playing in the background. He was not an attractive man, short and fat and full of gristle. He nodded to her as she entered.
“Boss getting hungry?” He asked, laying his knife down. She could feel his eyes as they slowly moved from her face down to her feet. She still wore her underwear and bra, but she felt naked to his lecherous stare.
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