The Love of My Chains
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Epilogue
BDSM Sex Story: Epilogue - 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
“ ... I still say you should’ve just shot him in the head,” Master Patsy scrutinized, looking down at Jax from where he stood near the bed, The Blonde Slave now kneeling dutifully at his feet with her eyes on the floor.
“Shot him in the head,” Master deplored with a grandiose roll of the eyes. “Where’s the theater in that?” He continued as he took the few steps to the front door and pushed it open. “Hey,” he barked at one of the guards outside. “Go grab a couple of guys from the perimeter and have em’ come clean all this shit up,” he commanded, pointing with his thumb behind him at the bloody mess of corpses, piss, and cum on the floor.
“Sure thing, Boss,” the guard replied, the sound of his footsteps immediately echoing away as the door was pulled shut.
“Sure, I could’ve just shot the little bitch,” Master continued to Master Patsy as he walked back to the dining table, cupping my cheek lovingly as he passed me by. “But that wouldn’t have the same impact, now would it?” He asked as he sat at the head of the table. “I want people to shit their pants at the mere thought of fucking me over. And when word gets out about what we did here tonight? Well—” He paused to shrug with an omniscient chuckle. “Well, I’m pretty damn sure nobody’s gonna be stealing from me anytime soon.”
“Ah, whatever, T,” Mr. Hollow laughed from where he was sitting on the edge of the bed, The Red Slave perched on his lap, her arm wrapping his shoulder. “You ain’t foolin’ no one. You just wanted an excuse to pull some freaky bullshit. Like always!”
“Ya caught me,” Master grinned, wedging a cigarette between his lips. “But you gotta admit—” he paused to light a match and ignite the end of his stogie, the next words coming out in a line of smoke. “The little rat had it comin’.”
“Amen,” Mr. Hollow concurred with an important nod.
“Any man who steals from their Leader does deserves to die,” Master Patsy agreed, punctuating his proclamation by crossing his arms with an important sigh. “What they don’t deserve is a gang bang right before their execution.”
Master waved away his friend’s censure like a harmless bug. “We all had a good time.”
“Not the point, Tyler,” Master Patsy scolded, uncrossing his arms and letting them fall to his sides in an exasperated thwap.
“I know,” Master acknowledged quite seriously but his austere expression promptly melted back into a childish grin. “But my way’s funner.”
Master Patsy rolled his eyes with an affectionate smirk. “You’re such a fuckin’ child, T, if you took one damn thing seriously I’d die of fuckin’ shock.”
The three friends burst into a jovial fit of laughter, the loud happy noise bouncing off the walls and cutting through the thickness of what had just happened. It was almost as if all the violence and debauchery had already been forgotten. The small cabal of men had just humiliated and brutalized two new slaves, executed a traitor, pissed and came all over his corpse and now it was time for a quick laugh with the lads before calling it a night. No one was perturbed. Not even me or the other slaves. That’s how things were in our world. Pain and misery were all so common place, those who were bothered by it didn’t last long. Only a certain kind of human prospered in our lands and they certainly weren’t faint of heart.
“Alright, well, on that note I’m gonna head out,” Mr. Hollow announced, bouncing his knee once to signal The Red Slave to stand. “Gotta get me some sort of sleep before the sun comes up.”
“Yeah, me too,” Master Patsy followed. “I gotta get these bitches back to the compound.”
“The blonde one’s a cutie, Pat,” Master pointed out as he watched Master Patsy grab the slave’s leashes off the hooks near the door. “Are ya sure you wanna just pass her off to your boys?”
Master Patsy inhaled slowly through the nose, pensively, as he knelt down to hook The Blonde Slave’s collar. “That’s what I bought her for,” he answered, and yet his voice sounded overly stoic, like he was trying to convince himself of something.
“So?” Master pushed between puffs of his cigarette. “She seems to like you.”
“Lord knows that’s fuckin’ rare,” interjected Mr. Hollow from where he was standing near Jax’s corpse, hands patiently secured in his front pockets. “How many of your personal slaves have offed themselves again, Patsy? Three? four?”
“Shut the fuck up, Darrius,” Master Patsy grinned before turning his attention to The Red Slave, his expression hardening into something more imposing and stern. “Come on, get over here,” he snapped, holding her leash ready to clip. “We got a long ride back.” He then spoke to Mr. Hollow again, his expression and tone shape-shifting yet again into something more amicable and mild. “You want a ride up the hill, D? I got the wagon.”
“Why you think I’m still standin’ here?” Mr. Hollow asked with a debonair grin.
“Yeah, I should’ve known you lazy fuck, let’s go,” Master Patsy grinned in turn, handing The Red Slave’s leash off to Mr. Hollow while keeping The Blonde Slave’s leash for himself. “Alright, T,” he said as he pushed the front door open, The Blonde Slave crawling at his heels. “I’ll be seein’ ya.”
“Not if I see you first,” Master smirked as he snubbed out his cigarette. “Get home safe though, huh,” he followed up. “You too, Darrius, you fat fuck.”
Mr. Hollow flipped him the bird. “Eat a dick, Ty,” he joked as he followed Master Patsy out, The Red Slave crawling a few inches in front of him as he went along.
“Sayonara!” Master called after his friends just as the door swung shut. “Holy shit what a night!” He cried, making an exaggerated display of leaning back in his chair and rolling his head back on his neck until his eyes met the ceiling.
I immediately sprang into action, taking quick strides to close the small space between us before placing my hands to Master’s shoulders and bending down to kiss his forehead. “Are you hungry, Master?” I asked softly.
“I’m fuckin’ starvin,” he confirmed, his gaze swimming in mine as I stared down at him so lovingly, all the true affection I felt for him shining through my eyes, smooth and mild, like two gentle moon beams.
“What would you like?” I asked, my hand coming up to smooth some hair from his brow.
“We got any of that rabbit left?” He asked with a hard swallow, his eyes fluttering shut as I took to running my nails over his scalp.
“Master,” I smiled fondly, my tone suggesting that he should already know the answer to that question. “We always have rabbit.”
He smiled in return with an amused snort. “Rabbit it is then,” he agreed, his eyes still closed in a peaceful content. “You hungry at all, Babydoll?” He inquired, his eyes opening into lethargic slits as he asked.
I nodded. “I haven’t eaten since lunchtime,” I reported.
“Go ahead and make yourself some too, then, Sweet Pea but c’mere,” he commanded, his eyes fully opening as he pushed himself upright in his chair, simultaneously turning at the waist as I came to stand at his side. “Let’s take these off,” he suggested, positioning his hands at the clamps on my tits. “Ready?” He asked capturing my eye in a moment of confirmation. “ Alright, now, one; two; three—” and at that he took both clamps off in one quick motion.
Two equally impressive slices of pain shot through my nipples, zooming down my spine until my whole body tensed with a beautiful shudder. I cringed through that all-encompassing pinch, the anguish flaring and receding rapidly in continuous waves, but all I uttered was a simple and nasally, “aaaow” to express that expansive agony.
“There ya go,” Master cooed, his large hands hooking my ribcage, his thumbs pressing into my nipples and making deep circles to massage the miserable ache into tingling pleasure.
I moaned my approval, sighing with a huff as the throb in my pussy that had finally simmered down immediately revved back to full throttle. His touch sent pure fire through my veins, every lick of flame reminding me of exactly what I was: holes to be fucked, his holes to be fucked.
“Will you play with my pussy, now, Master?” I pleaded in a desperate murmur, feeling my arousal spread through me like ink, staining every inch of me until nothing else existed except my aching lust.
“Filthy slut,” he grinned, leaning forward to take one of my nipples into his mouth and suck greedily on the excitable flesh.
I yelped from the sensational pressure, so relieved to feel that hot soaking bliss consume my delightfully sore nipple. “Yes, Master,” I shivered, moaning anew as he took to sucking on my other breast. “Your slut.”
He chuckled his approval around a nipple caught between his teeth. “Go make us dinner, Babydoll.” He segued before engulfing my nipple for another wet sloppy kiss. “Maybe after we eat I’ll see about letting you cum,” he decreed, lips hovering over my chest as he switched nipples again.
The moan that slipped past my lips softened into a groan of disappointment. “But I thought I was good tonight, Master.” My expression then melted into a small pout as I glanced at him through my lashes. “Wasn’t I?” I asked quietly.
“You were,” he answered simply, giving each of my nipples one last lick before reaching around to slap his open palm against my bare ass to grab a handful of flesh. “But I’m not gonna negotiate with you about it,” he finalized, jostling my voluptuous ass in his hand. “You’ll make us dinner and after we eat, if I feel like it, maybe, I’ll make you cum. Now say ’yes master’ and get cookin’.”
“Yes, Master,” I capitulated at once, stuffing my disappointment down to fester in my chest before turning on the spot to do as I was told...
... My pussy was still throbbing as I cooked our meal, naked as can be, every one of my nerves aching for a release Master just refused to grant me. I could scarcely focus on my simple task of chopping and measuring; I was too ensnared by my relentless, aching hunger. I was so lost in it, in fact, that I barely noticed when two of Master’s guards came in from outside to carry Jax’s corpse away. I was far too distracted.
The weight of my submission settled over me as I cooked, seeping into every passing moment. It was a humbling thing, to feel such aching need yet have absolutely no authority over your own relief. Each pulse between my thighs stood as a stark reminder of my place, underscoring the quiet subjugation that defined every second of my life. I had no choices. I could only endure the slow burn of my own desire, swallowing it down and carrying on. All I could do was hope that after dinner Master might show mercy and grant me the release I so ultimately craved.
Eventually the men from the perimeter came to mop up all the various sins that were staining the floor but Master and I paid them no mind for as they came and went. we were otherwise occupied eating our meal of salted rabbit and bread with salo and herbs...
... Master always ate first. While he ate I would kneel at his feet, my body pressed up close so I could rest my ear to his thigh, my gaze angled up at him with so much admiration and affection—he ate like an absolute animal though, shoveling the food down like he thought it would be stolen from him at any given moment. So, it never really bothered me, having to wait my turn to eat, no matter how hungry I was, because it was usually only about a five to ten minute delay on any given occasion. Me eating on the other hand, now that was a more time-consuming affair...
... After Master was done, he would always feed me by hand. He’d take small bits of food and offer them down to me. I’d eagerly eat from his hand, nibbling my dinner from his fingers. Sometimes he’d make me perform tasks to earn my supper: ‘rub your nipples like a good slut while I feed you the turnip’; ‘slap your pussy harder and I’ll give you a bite of my lamb’; ‘finger your asshole like you mean it and maybe you can have dessert... ‘
Tonight he simply fed me, making idle conversation about the events just passed...
“ ... Patsy was really on one about you, tonight,” he was saying as he prepared a piece of bread and a thin slice of salo with arugula to hand down to me.
I rolled my eyes with a smirk. “When isn’t he?” I asked before swallowing my previous bite of shredded rabbit meat.
Master chuckled in turn but his expression grew partially grim. “One of these days he’s really gonna piss me off about it. I know it,” he confessed, offering me the piece of bread with salo and herbs. “Dunno what that’ll do to us when I finally snap.”
“I’m sorry, Master,” I murmured before taking the piece of bread into my mouth. “I suppose you could try talking to him about it?” I suggested meekly as I chewed.
Master snorted. “Talking is useless with Patsy. He wouldn’t understand. He doesn’t wanna understand,” he corrected before collecting another helping of rabbit for me to eat.
“I don’t get why he’s so fixated on me,” I commented before swallowing the morsel of bread with a firm swallow.
“Because he wants you,” Master explained with an irritable snort. “And Patsy hates being refused. He’s accustomed to manipulating everyone around him to get exactly what he wants, so, he can’t stand the fact I haven’t caved about you after all these years.” Master then paused with a mischievous grin. “He calls me childish but he’s the fuckin’ child. He throws a goddamn temper tantrum whenever he doesn’t get his goddamn way.”
I smiled in turn as I received my next bite. “He really does!” I agreed, amusement high in my eyes and validation heavy in my tone.
Master nodded, collecting the last bit of bread and salo with herbs. “Not like you, though, Babydoll. You’ve got humility. And discipline. Like, tell me, Baby, how badly did you wanna cum for me tonight, hmmm?”