The Love of My Chains
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Prologue
BDSM Sex Story: Prologue - Set in a post-apocalyptic world where sex slavery is entirely legal and anarchy is the law of the land, we glimpse a single night in the lives of drug lord Tyler Roberts and his sex slave, Sadie, as they entertain a couple of guests for a night of debauchery, humiliation, depravity, and ultimate revenge.
Caution: This BDSM Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa NonConsensual Slavery Heterosexual Fiction BDSM DomSub MaleDom Humiliation Rough Spanking Orgy Anal Sex Double Penetration Fisting Oral Sex Water Sports
Master is a violent man. Lucky for me, however, the worst of his violence is usually reserved for other people. He typically treats me like a goddess despite the fact I bear the brand of a slave. He’s loyal. Not just to me but to anyone who comes to call him boss, partner, or friend.
Master has no family, he chooses the people closest to him and he chose me. That’s no matter of insignificance to him. He’s a spiritual man who appreciates the magnitude of a good oath. If you return his loyalty in full he would gladly go to the moon and back for you if you merely implied it was your heart’s desire. But if you violate that loyalty, or disrespect it in any way—well, I did say he was a violent man.
I came to Master at the age of eighteen. Before that I lived in a place called The Nesting Pits, a training emporium for sex-slaves. I’d lived there my entire life, learning all the skills it took to be a proper servant but learning the bulk of my sexual duties after my eighteenth year. The Pits were a cold unfeeling place. A place where men and women were beaten down and made soft so they can be remoulded into perfect servants. Submission was beaten into the flesh, obedience twisted into the mind, resignation sewn into the very soul. They surgically removed any semblance of rebellion in a person and replaced it with capitulation which was eventually contorted into eager compliance. You’re taught to obey and please indiscriminately, to serve, suck, spread, and fuck as you’re told. They take any unique thought or feeling until there’s nothing’s left but endless devotion to the one you call Master. You’re taught that without that person you’re nothing...
... a couple centuries before my birth society as you know it collapsed. Government neglect and corporate greed had been allowed to run rampant for far too long. Wealth disparity became so flagrant that the populations became divided into two distinct groups: The-Haves and the Have-Nots, The-Haves being very few in numbers and The-Have-Nots being very high. Despite their smaller numbers, The-Haves pillaged the land for every last dollar, exploiting every natural resource and person until neither Earth nor Humanity had anything left to give.
Climate catastrophes intensified year after year, relief responses becoming later and more scarce until poverty and despair swept across nations unchecked, markets and infrastructure crumbling before the worlds very eyes. Desperation became totally solidified when the grid finally went down, resources growing thin, hysteria and survival quickly overtaking any concept of compassion or community—but when all the fresh water dried up, well, that’s when all hell really broke loose.