She let go of a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding, as the scraps fell to the ground. He slowly stalked in front of her, letting the blunted back end of the knife trail along her body as he walked. When finally he stood in front of her, he slid the knife under her shirt, as he'd done with her skirt below. She knew what to expect now, so she held his gaze as he cut away the remnants.
Finally he jerked those away as well, tossing them to the floor. She was completely nude, the only clothing left to her was the harness, that covered nothing. He stood in front of her a long moment, as if taking it in.
“Now you have nothing left. Nothing will show to anyone who, or what you are. Everything you had will be burned.” His free hand slowly reached out and cupped her dangling breast, caressing it, squeezing it. She felt his fingertips flick against her nipple, and it rose to his touch. Despite the danger, she felt a moan escape from her lips.
“Good. You are learning your place. You are my whore, nothing more. Do you understand?”
She wanted to argue, her spirit was still strong. But she wanted him more. She could feel her moisture growing between her nether lips. “Yes, Master.”
“Good girl. Now tell me, my pet?” His hand left her breast and trailed to her chin, cupping it. “What is your name?”
“Diana, Master.” She said, without hesitation.
It was the wrong answer. Suddenly she felt his free hand squeezing her other breast, hard. The knife was at her throat.
Her eyes grew wide with fear, though the fear was only making her more excited. She felt the sharp blade breaking the skin.
“Do you think this is a game?” He hissed, his mouth mere inches from her own. His body was leaning over her intimidatingly.
“N... no, Master, I...” She took a deep breath, trying to calm her breathing. She wondered if she should put a stop to this, but her lust was overwhelming her good sense. “I merely spoke the truth.”
“You dumb bitch.” He threaded his fingers through her hair, jerking her back even further. She could see the knife slightly above the top of her leash. She knew he held her life in his hands. “Don't you understand what I'm trying to teach you?”
With a frustrated sigh, he jerked the knife away from her neck, and loosened his grip in her hair. He sheathed the knife and ran his fingertips through his own dark locks.
Diana licked her lips, and finally began to speak. “You're trying to break me down, you've said that. You want to punish me, to make me pay for what I did before. I understand. But why give me a choice? Why not let me go and let the creatures eat me? Or why not rape me and murder me yourself? I don't understand what you're trying to do.”
She saw rage cloud his features. He turned from her, a growl escaping his throat. He upended the table in the room, sending it's contents flying. He kicked her kennel, and it slammed into the wall, the door breaking off with the force. Finally, he stood, taking long, deep breaths, trying to get hold of his anger.
“You have been pampered and catered to for a year. You haven't had to survive. You still expect everything to just be handed to you.” His voice grew defeated. “I'm trying to break you so I can rebuild you, stronger. So that you can survive.”
He clutched his fist. “But maybe I've made a mistake.” He began to stalk towards the door.
“Wait! Master!” she cried, knowing she had to stop him now, else risk losing him. He turned slightly, though he did not look her in the eyes.
“I am your pet. I am no one.” She took a deep gulp and tried to force herself to believe it. “I am merely a sex slave for any use you desire.”
She saw a glimmer of hope touch his eyes, as they finally met hers. He weighed her words. Then he nodded slightly, and pulled a blindfold from his pocket. He secured it to her eyes, blocking her vision completely.
“We shall see.”
With those words, he left her alone, again.
CHAPTER 4
Diana was growing tired of waiting. She was unaccustomed to it. In her normal life, she was the one who was waited on.
Now she was alone, bound, blind. She realized it was exactly what he wanted, to teach her humility.
She felt the door open, and the change in pressure of the room as her Master re-entered. She couldn't see him, but she knew he was nearby, watching her. Finally she called out for him. He didn't answer. Again, she called out for her Master, again no response. On the third time, she felt him move closer to her, tying a gag around her mouth.
Leashed, gagged, and blindfolded, she had nearly all of her senses obscured. Yet she could still smell. And something about the scent seemed off from before.
Still her Master did not speak. He began to hesitantly caress her body, his arms upon her cheek first, then trailing to her thin neck. She felt those fingers wrap around her windpipe once, squeeze softly. She heard him exhale in excitement. The fingers moved further down, cupping her breasts. Those he at first caressed, becoming rougher as time went on and he explored them. She could sense his crotch, right in front of her face. He rubbed it against her as he mounded her breasts, harder and harder.
But he didn't smell quite right. It bothered her, but she could do nothing about it. She could feel his dick straining against his jeans as he pushed his crotch against her face. He pinched and pulled at her nipples, making them hard and swollen.
Then he threaded his fingers through her hair again, pulling her head back. He ran her gagged mouth, tracing the cock with her lips, though the jeans and the gag kept them from actually touching. She could hear his breathing becoming heated, though he still did not speak.
Finally he pulled away, walking behind her. He pulled her legs apart, exploring her slit. His fingers rubbed from clit to ass, finally choosing her pussy to push inside of. Slowly the two fingers pushed in, her moisture allowing them inside easily, but her muscles clutching at them, trying to pull them in further and further. He pulled them out, sliding them down to her clit, coated in her own juices. He began to stimulate her, and she cried out again through the gag.
This went on for several minutes, and she thought perhaps her Master would finally bring her to release. It felt so good, and she was so close.
But he sensed it. He let her cry out, beg through the gag, plead for her orgasm, muffled though the words were. And every time she got close, he would pull away, fingering her again. It only served to make her wetter, dripping down her legs.
Then she heard the unmistakable sound of a zipper being undone.
She heard his pants hit the floor, then he abruptly stabbed his full length inside of her. She shrieked in surprise and pain.
That's when she felt the air pressure change, and knew they were not alone.
“Oh yes, my pet.” She heard his voice, and it was not coming from behind her. “I knew you would look lovely being used.”
The man who was fucking her was not her Master! The thought both angered and thrilled her. Buried deep inside of her, at that exact moment was a man she did not know, a complete stranger! How dare he take her, force himself inside? And how dare her body contract around him, the idea of this foreign cock inside of her tossing her over the edge in orgasm.
She screamed and her body spasmed, tightening and loosening around the unknown dick. It was so intoxicating, so wrong, so dangerous. She couldn't stop herself. She felt her juices stream from her as she milked his dick, deep inside.
“But why should he get all the fun?” She heard yet another zipper being loosened. His dick was in front of her, running along her lips, coating them with precum, though she was still gagged. He yanked the gag from her mouth and let it fall to her neck, on top of the collar.
She was still blindfolded, and for the third time, his dick was inside of her, and she had no idea what it looked like. But the way it felt? That she understood.
She was being taken now by two men, one that she did not know, another whom she'd never seen and did not even know his true name. The stranger was longer than her Master, but not nearly so fat. Her
entire mouth was full of his thick meat as he pushed further and further down. He hit the back of her throat and laughed darkly.
“It is not enough, my pet. I'm going to take your throat as well.”
And so he did, through her great gasping breaths, force himself further and further down into her throat. She felt the dick curve, trying to make more room for itself, despite the fact there was simply none left. Her eyes watered, but her body wanted more and more.
Between her legs, the stranger had been working himself deeper and deeper. His dick was long, longer than any she'd taken before. She felt it tearing its way in, it's unnatural length stretching to the edge of her womb.
And she felt herself fuller than she'd ever felt before, being stretched to her very limits by these two large men. Her body stood primed, ready to release again, but neither had begun to fuck, only to open her up.
And so she waited, suspended from the ground, held aloft only by their respective dicks, waiting. Finally, she felt an open palm slam into her ass, and both men were off.
They did not start slow, it was simply from nothingness to full on banging. The two had a system, swinging her like a pendulum, one man all the way inside while the other was all the way out. They took turns jerking her body onto their massive pricks, one after another.
And she could do nothing to stop it. She could not encourage them, she could not do anything, helpless as she was. She was simply a tool, one that they both could share, to use for their own pleasure.
And she could tell that pleasure was growing. She felt the man behind her, even more blood rushing into his dick, pulling her canal apart further and further. She thought he might rip her in two, so much did he pull her apart. And her Master, at her mouth, she knew that her teeth were grating against him. He was simply too big for her, his dick was spilling out into her cheeks, pushing down her throat. She wondered if he could see that thick cock head as it invaded her mouth.
Then the man behind her, his rhythm began to falter. He grabbed both her hips and began to thrust in more and more urgently.
“Go ahead, release inside of her.” Her Master said, his own voice heated with need.
Once again, fear touched her. She had not bothered taking birth control in the bunker, she'd not been sleeping with anyone. No, her womb was completely unprotected. And her Master seemed to know it.
Only two or three thrusts later, that hard, throbbing rod exploded, deeply inside of her. Her body didn't fight it, it milked him right back, squeezing and urging him to fill her belly with all of his seed.
When finally the stranger had left all of his juices deep inside of her, so deep that not even a drop rolled from her body, her Master pulled himself from her lips, and took the spot the stranger had so recently vacated. He shoved his own fat cock deep inside of her, pulling the very bones apart with it's girth.
He laughed darkly as he started his own rhythm. “I must fill you with my seed as well, after all.” He kept thrusting, in and out, not caring that another man's semen had already been squirted deep inside.
“And then, when you become pregnant, who knows who's child it will be?” He smashed into her, leaning in, pushing her forward. She felt the other man move to her chest, to hold her steady while her Master fucked her brutally. “And I have so many friends to share you with.”
She felt him becoming wild, slamming in over and over, harder and harder. She knew he was close. She felt him laughing dementedly as he took her, crying out as he finally released.. “Remember, you asked for this!”
With that, he exploded, his thick juices making a second coat deep inside her canal, spraying with such force that she knew it too reached her womb. She was so full of their seed, when he pulled out it did begin to pour down her legs.
He slapped her ass again and began to pull his clothing back on. “You are learning my pet. Soon, you will be truly broken, and the real fun can begin.”
He spoke to the stranger then. “Clean her up and tie her to the chair. I have so many more plans for her.”
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“Shut up, bitch,” the voice said, his palm unwavering from her head. She felt his dick pressing between her butt cheeks, causing her to squirm. He slapped his hand against her rear, hard. The water pouring down in the small room made the sound echo. She knew she'd have a hand print later.
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