The Love of My Chains

[Claire]

Oh my, in terms of sheer intensity, this chapter feels like it could be the climax already. I like how ominous the ending suddenly became, like somebody will be getting taught their place in the next chapter. I feel a different kind of tension rising that goes beyond all the decadent depravity on display. I'm very intrigued by that final line of the chapter.

I also wonder whether Tyler will truly be able to deny Sadie that orgasm to the end. Somehow I imagine most of their sessions ending with him giving in after all. Maybe I'm reading him wrong, but I perceive him to be the type who says "You don't get to come today!" only to say 20 minutes later "Well, it's midnight now, so technically it's the next day..."

[VictimEyes]

MISSION ACCOMPLISHED !!!!!!!!!

Chapter five succeeded in making me horny for chapter six!!!!! Very interested to read how this ends.

[sinfulwords]

@Claire
Yay!!! I’m glad you’re titillated by the last line I told ya the story teller in you might be surprised in the end ^.^

On the orgasm front WHO knows i can’t confirm or deny how accurate your character analysis is without spoiling the mystery so

Glad you’re enjoying the piece and thanks again for continuing to read and telling me your thoughts. I really appreciate the engagement

@VictimEyes
Houston we have a successful launch so happy to hear you’re excited for chapter 6. Thanks again for reading and dropping me a little line i appreciate your enthusiasm

[AdmiralPiet]

@sinfulwords

I have read the intro and Chapter 1. Didn't read the whole topic though.

I have seen several people already covered the info-dumping so I wont linger on that.
In the beginning you sent me on the wrong trail. My immediate mental immage of the Master and the surroundings was one of luxury and high society.
The whole world still being in more of a Mad Max phase took me by surprise.

There is some good stuff in here I like and your style is to my liking

I was always bare chested, the skin around my shapely breasts lined with long thin scars where I’d been caned for being insubordinate with Master.

This one here pushes the buttons so good. Though I wonder why a woman bred and trained as a sex-slave and so devoted would be insubordinate?
Maybe she wasn't at all and just believes it because he said so.
He also strikes me as a man who would cane her just because he felt like it... and she would probably still thank him afterwards.

Other things I didn't like as much. I am a fan of branding a slave and marking her with tattoos. But instead of some intricate designs he seems to just scribble all over her. Not liking that aesthetic.
Also not that big on everything covered in dirt.

But curious to see where this goes...

[sinfulwords]

Oh wow! Thank u so much for reading and for your detailed response of the prologue and chapter one!

I have seen several people already covered the info-dumping so I wont linger on that.

Yeah, I understand people weren’t stoked on the info dumping, it’s an understandable take

In the beginning you sent me on the wrong trail. My immediate mental immage of the Master and the surroundings was one of luxury and high society. The whole world still being in more of a Mad Max phase took me by surprise.

Oh that’s interesting u thought high society the vibe I was most inspired by would probably be the chaotic environment of The Parable of the Sower. I like mad max but it’s not my favorite franchise although I can understand why your brain went there…”My name is Max. My world is fire. And blood”

There is some good stuff in here I like and your style is to my liking

Thank you amigo!!!

This one here pushes the buttons so good. Though I wonder why a woman bred and trained as a sex-slave and so devoted would be insubordinate?

There’s a few reasons as far as I’m concerned. One: master might be having a bad day and any small transgression could be considered insubordination. Two: Sadie came to him as a very young adult, still a teenager (19), and in my head she’d have bad days too, maybe catch a little attitude here and there cause you’ll come to see that her and Tyler share a more familiar relationship than one might expect from a master and slave. So with teenagers and young adults leniency can often come with pushing limits three: cumming without permission would be an unavoidable crime that carries lofty repercussions

Other things I didn't like as much. I am a fan of branding a slave and marking her with tattoos. But instead of some intricate designs he seems to just scribble all over her. Not liking that aesthetic.

That’s real fam I based Tyler’s aesthetic off of the punk rock style actually! Like if he lived in our time he’d be listening to Black Flag and Blatz. Idk what punks are like in Germany but in California they decorate EVERYTHING! they stick and poke tattoos all over themselves, they draw all over their clothes, the walls of their houses and they do so flippantly as fuuuuuck.

But curious to see where this goes...

I’m glad you’re intrigued

Thanks again for reading and reviewing! I appreciate all the feedback ^.^

[Lucius]

@sinfulwords You do have a way with words, this is very

Master Patsy is a severe critic, we're lucky not to have him here at the RA as a, uh, member.

Speaking of the final sentence of the chapter -- I have a distinct impression not everyone is going to get out of this story alive, or at least whole.

[sinfulwords]

You do have a way with words, this is very

Thank you!!!! I’m so glad this particular chapter touched u so

Master Patsy is a severe critic, we're lucky not to have him here at the RA as a, uh, member.

Master Patsy would leave the meanest reviews he’d be like “you call this a story!? I call this alphabet vomit!”

Speaking of the final sentence of the chapter -- I have a distinct impression not everyone is going to get out of this story alive, or at least whole.

[sinfulwords]

Chapter 6

“...Whaddya mean?” Jax snorted, casually raising the pipe back to his lips for another hit, the sound of my moaning increasing in volume behind his obtuse words.

“Whaddya mean, whaddya mean?” Master countered irritably, the agitation in his voice now unmistakable. The sudden shift in his mood had instantly manifested in his snapping hips, his thrusting now so savage against my ass my pleasure was quickly turning into pain. “You know exactly what the fuck I mean!”

Jax finally seemed to register that something was wrong, his eyes widening for only a fraction of a moment but in that moment it was plain to see his heart had dissolved into hot wax and had melted into his stomach. “I—”

“Thought I wouldn’t notice?” Master offered forcefully. “Thought I wouldn’t care?”

“Boss, I don’t—”

“Don’t!” Master roared, hips still driving such violence into my ass although his hand retracted from my pussy in favor of gripping the back of my collar; using it as leverage to drill into me even harder. “Don’t you dare say you don’t know what the fuck I’m talking about! You stole from me!”

Jax froze, not even blinking, his petrified gaze locked in Master’s enraged one. The room had gone eerily quiet, the only sound being all us fuck-slaves moaning as none of the men in the room had bothered to stop using our holes despite the new drama unfolding. And even so, all of us slaves inherently understood the serious shift that had taken place. We were all consciously trying to keep our cries of passion to a minimum, only a shy whimper here or a quivering moan there ever passing our panting lips.

“You’ve been stealing from me Jax, I’ve known the whole goddamn time. Now, ya see, I looked the other way when it was just a few dime bags here and there. I’m a reasonable man, right? I’m generous. I can understand the complexities of a bad habit,” Master explained through a low burning rage before the next string of words came out louder and bolder. “But you got greedy, mother fucker! You’re fuckin’ me over, taking off entire fuckin’ pounds!”

Jax moved to button up his cock in a hurry. “Boss I would—”

“Who told you to put that filthy fuckin’ thing away?!” Master barked, his thrusting hips coming to an abrupt pause as he reached for the hand gun on the dining table, grabbed it, pulled the slide lock, and fired it right between Jax’s feet in one fluid motion.

Jax screamed properly as the gun blew a hole in the floor between his boots, the slender man jumping in place with a shrill and undignified yelp.

“This is a sex-party, right?! RIGHT?!” Master continued, moving the gun upward to point at Jax’s head as he slowly resumed fucking me again, firm and precise. “So, get your cock in your hand! Get that miserable fuckin’ thing hard again!”

A pitiful sound dribbled past Jax’s lips, his eyes closing as if in great pain, but nonetheless, he moved a quivering hand to reluctantly begin stroking himself. “Please, Boss,” he chocked out, his whole body trembling with stinking fear. “I’m sorry! Just I—I’ll pay you back! I p-promise!”

“Bullshit!” Master laughed, his gun still aimed at Jax’s head, hips still rocking needfully into my ass. “The only thing worth the amount you stole is fresh water and you ain’t got enough money for that. So, no, you won’t be paying me back but you will be paying for it.”

“What’re you gonna do to me?” Jax asked, the image of Master’s maniacal grin reflecting in the whites of his round terrified eyes.

“Eye for an eye, right? You fuck me, I take your cock. it’s only fair,” Master explained quite as a matter of fact.

“You’re gonna cut my dick off!?” Jax screeched with a dramatic flinch, dropping his soft cock in the process. “Tyler please!”

“Get your cock back in your hand you treacherous fuck!” Master roared, reinforcing his aim with the gun, the anger flowing through his veins manifesting in his thrusting hips as he began to fuck my ass just a little bit faster and harder.

A pitiful sob dribbled past Jax’s trembling lips as he obeyed in a hurry. “Please Tyler!”

“Please what?!” Master growled. “I let you use it one last time didn’t I?! I gave you one last nut! More then you’d ever give me I’m sure!”

“Fuck this!” Jax shouted at once, dropping his cock and simultaneously turning on his heels to run for the door.

Master only chuckled, a dark somber sound as he lowered his gun and leaned over my back to whisper in my ear. “You ready for my cum, Babydoll?” He cooed, his voice so full of affection and want I could scarcely believe how furious he’d sounded just a moment ago.

“Yes, Master, please,” I whispered in a moan. “I need it.”

“Oh, you’re gonna get it, too,” he purred, licking the shell of my ear before coming back to his full height. “You’re gonna get. It. All.”

Now, there was a reason Master seemed so unbothered by Jax’s attempted escape. He knew what we didn’t. As soon as Jax had thrown open the front door, lurching forward as if to run, he was met by four of Master’s soldiers holding assault rifles, the barrels pointing straight at his chest and head.

“Get back inside!” One of the guards shouted.

“NOW!” Another guard snapped, shooting his assault rifle up into the night sky and making it rain bullets all over our tin roof in a raucous rapa-tap-tap.

Jax obeyed at once with another high-pitched yelp, letting the door swing shut before turning on the spot and falling to his knees. “Please Tyler!” He cried, his hands coming together as if to pray, tears springing to his eyes and immediately spilling over. “Please don’t cut my dick off, man, I’ll do anything, anything! Please, man, anything! I don’t wanna die!”

“Jesus Christ," Master Patsy grinned derisively from where he was still sitting on the edge of the bed, his hips now idle as he allowed The Blonde Slave creative freedom in servicing his cock with her mouth.

“Fuckin’ pathetic, right?” Mr. Hollow agreed, now adjacent to Master Patsy and The Blonde Slave as he occupied the foot of the bed, The Red Slave now in the same position as The Blonde One: on her knees and sucking cock.

“Whassa matter Jax?” Master Patsy taunted. “You obviously thought you were man enough to steal from your Leader? Where’d those brazen balls go, hm?”

“Thouhgt you was a big man, huh?” Mr. Hollow jeered in turn. “But all we’re seein’ right now is little bitch.”

“I’m sorry I’ll do anything!” Jax cried. “Please! Have mercy on me you guys! Tyler, please, fucking Goddammit please!”

I could feel Master’s ego swell along with his cock inside my ass. I was almost certain Jax’s pleas for mercy were flowing through his ears like kindling that fuelled the fire of his esteem and his noble erection. His cock was throbbing so hot inside me, thrusting on the verge climax, moving with enough speed and force to make it obvious that he was now rushing to get there. And with his violent gaze still locked in Jax’s terrified one, the boy’s desperate words ringing all around, I felt my master tense inside me and fill my ass with his cum.

Master barely made a sound as he came, but I groaned loud and fierce enough for the both of us. Rope after rope of his steaming hot semen flooded my rectum, claiming me like he’d done hundreds of times before, the warm rush seeping through me and making my body sing. Unfortunately for me, however, the euphoria I felt was short lived because anything that could possibly feel that good could only be considered as the cruelest form of condemnation. My pleasure surged ever higher, the notion of sending my master to the heavens of climax only making my body burn ever hotter for my own release.

“God, please, Tyler, please!” Jax continued to beg. “Just tell me what you want me to do and I’ll do it! Please, just don’t kill me!”

Master completely ignored Jax. “Christ that was fuckin’ good,” he sighed, his once-angry features now softened in a contended peace. “C’mere, now, Babydoll,” he murmured as he took the base of his cock and slowly pulled himself from my ass. “Come clean me up,” he commanded softly

I groaned as Master pulled himself from inside me, whimpering my sorrow for the newfound emptiness only made me ache for him even more. My pussy was still throbbing obscenely hard, my body still sweltering in the fiery pits of lust, but I ignored my own discomfort and I obeyed my master, slipping from the table and simultaneously turning around to kneel before him. My natural place. Tiny threads of cum began oozing from my ass as I reached for the base of Master’s cock, opening my mouth and taking him in like a good little slut.

…And all the while Jax’s pleas were ringing in my ears…

A deep hum of approval vibrated in my throat as I cleaned Master with my mouth, the acidic tang of my own entrails coming off on my tongue and filling my nose with a surge of bliss. It wasn’t just the taste or the smell of it, it was Master’s form, the feel of his softening cock against my tongue, the idea of cleaning my juices from his swollen flesh. I held Master’s gaze as I attended his bath, my wanton eyes locked in his overly-satiated ones, my body so electrified by the simple task that my fingers itched to reach between my thighs and rub myself to completion while Master’s cock was still tucked safely between my lips.

“Tyler please!” Blubbered Jax, tears streaming his crimson cheeks, the whites of his eyes now so red they resembled two blue marbles floating in a glass of blood. “I’ll do anything! Anything!”

“Oh, stop crying, Jax!” Master snapped, his hips twitching every so often in spasms of lingering pleasure as I sucked him clean. “You’re embarrassing yourself in your final moments!” He pointed out before grabbing the back of my collar to gently guide me from his cock. “Die like a man for fuck’s sake!” He scorned as he casually tucked his cock back in his jeans, simultaneously shrugging with a chuckle. “Well. I guess it will be kinda hard for you to die like a man with no cock, hm?”

Both Master Patsy and Mr. Hollow echoed his laughter, all three of them taunting Jax with their morbid amusement.

“Please!” Jax cried once more. “I’ll do anything you want! I’ll pay you for as long as you want, just don’t kill me—”

“Enough!” Groaned Master, visibly annoyed as he grabbed me by the bicep with one hand while reaching for his hunting knife that was sitting on the table with the other before walking toward Jax who was still kneeling in a cower by the door. “Lay the fuck down!” Master shouted at Jax, pressing the sole of his boot to the boy’s chest and pushing him to the floor.

“TYLER PLEASE!”

“Tyler please!” Mimicked Master in an ornery tone as he turned me around by the shoulders, light fingers guiding me along in a circle. “God! Shut the fuck up!” He roared at Jax before speaking to me. “Squat over him, Sadie, that’s it—put your ass hole right on his lying, traitor fuckin’ mouth!” He then spoke to Jax again. “Now lick! Suck my cum straight from her ass hole! Slurp it down mother fucker, and maybe, maybe, I’ll consider letting you live!”

Jax didn’t hesitate, his tongue immediately darted into my gaping asshole and began moving around, the pointed tip scooping up my master’s cum and drinking it down. I gasped at the strange sensation, my entire body flaring in an intense flash of unfamiliar heat. I hadn’t felt another man’s tongue on me since my time in The Pits, so, the fact that Jax was licking me, even if it was only inside my ass, signified one very important thing to me: Master had no intention of letting the boy live. And even so, despite the solemnity of the boy’s impending death, my pussy throbbed anew. I’d already been edged to the brink of delirium, my slutty hole teased into madness, so I couldn’t control the tingles of pleasures that accompanied every flick of the traitor’s tongue.

“Master,” I moaned, looking up at him with pleading eyes. I wasn’t sure if I was pleading for more or for it all to stop.

“What is it, Babydoll?” Master cooed, one of his hands coming up to cradle the back of my head and pet my hair in loving strokes.

“M’pussy,” I whimpered with a pout, wriggling my hips ever so gently as if it would relieve any of the tension coiling so tightly in my lower belly.

“I know, Baby,” he murmured, leaning down to kiss the top of my head. “Just a bit longer,” he reassured me, leaning down even further to spank my clit in a series of three or four repetitive little taps. “Just enjoy the free cleaning service,” he tacked on with a chuckle and a wink, rubbing my clit in a couple of firm circles before resuming his full height. “Get that cute little ass clean and pristine again!”

“Yes, Master,” I giggled through my feral desire, wriggling my hips and smearing my asshole with ever more enthusiasm against Jax’s lips, my hungry eyes tracking Master as he circled us both.

“That’s my girl,” Master grinned at me before his expression suddenly darkened and he turned his seething malice back to Jax. “You!” he barked, pointing down at him with the knife. “Get your cock back in your hand you fuckin’ little weasel! I already told you I wanted it up!” His enraged eyes then thawed into snide mockery. “Makes for a cleaner cut.”

Jax’s groan of dismay vibrated into my ass hole, the basic tingle making me groan in perfect tandem. But of course Jax’s aversion didn’t stop him from obeying Master’s orders as he began stroking himself with a shaking hand. I knew what was going through his head: ‘if I just do what I’m told, everything will be ok’. He inherently understood that obedience was the best shot he had at saving his life. It was a state of mind I knew all too well.

“That’s right you fuckin’ traitor, right where you belong,” Master hissed quietly, pupils growing large and eclipsing the irises, like a shark about to sink its teeth. “Playin’ with your miserable fuckin’ cock while drinking’ my cum from my slave’s used asshole! Who’s a poodle now bitch?”

A prolific sob retched up Jax’s throat that echoed deep into my ass, disappearing into my body along with all the boy’s remaining dignity.

“Look at him. Drinkin’ all that cum right down,” Master Patsy taunted from the side-lines, his sociopathic eyes shimmering with cruelty and all the pleasure The Blonde Slave was still sucking over his cock.

“He looks like he fuckin’ loves it,” Mr. Hollow added, his large hand splayed out on the back of The Red Slave’s head to force her down on his cock.

“I can’t believe he’s actually doing it,” Master remarked with an amused chortle, his voice full of all the boyish charm I’d come to love about him. “I’d fucking die before doing that shit.”

“Well, we already knew the little bitch didn’t have any integrity, so—” Mr. Hollow answered with his own breathless chuckle, rolling his lips with a succinct groan as he bucked his cock deeper down The Red Slave’s throat.

…They were all so nonchalant in their fucking and murdering, talking and teasing as casually as if they were meeting eachother for lunch….

“How’s it taste, Jax?” Master asked with a sneer. “Ya like it?”

It was almost certain that Jax, in fact, did not like it, but he wasn’t a fool. He knew the correct answer, the answer that had the highest probability of getting him off the hook. So, he nodded his head frantically, humming his approval into my ass, his tongue forever swirling and lapping at the walls of my anus that were now nearly cleansed of all Master’s cum.

“He’s fuckin’ pathetic,” Master Patsy sighed, letting his head fall back on his neck as The Blonde Slave took a particular rythm with her mouth and tongue that suited him well.

Master didn’t speak, he only nodded his agreement with a snort, his eyes glittering with all the hatred he bore for the man in front of him; the hatred he bore for disloyalty. It radiated off him, like steam from a boiling pot in the bitter cold. It infected me, the gravity of the violence building up inside him and I felt a chill run down my spine to join all the flaming lust. I watched as the eyes I love grew hollow, dark, the vast emptiness like the black vacuums of space themselves. He was rolling the knife in his hand, turning it repeatedly as his muscles tensed and he became totally motionless for a series of slow-passing seconds—until he pounced.

Master lurched forward, quick, like a viper, grabbing Jax’s cock over the boy’s own hand before severing it in one clean swipe with his knife. The scream that departed Jax’s lips was excruciating and so loud the sound stung my ears, the sharp sensation shooting up my neck and rattling my brain. The spray of blood was even more beastly, the fan of red spurting up from the young man’s crotch and into the air.

An involuntary shriek sprang passed my lips as I quickly jumped up, narrowly missing the arterial spatter that ended up decorating only my shins and feet in small patches of crimson.

“Y-you said you’d let me live!” Jax cried, his trembling hands immediately cupping his hemorrhaging crotch, ribbons of blood quickly slithering between his fingers.

“I said maybe you little shit!” Master barked with a cruel laugh as he flung jax’s floppy eviscerated penis back down at him. “Decided against it, now, didn’t I?”

“Now, that’s how you deliver retribution,” Master Patsy rumbled solemnly from the edge of the bed, forcefully grabbing The Blonde Slave’s head like a heavy bowling ball to keep her mouth attached to his cock as he stood up.

Once on his feet Master Patsy began bucking his hips, fucking his slave’s throat with all the barabaric ferocity he could muster. His cold calculated eyes never left Jax’s spasming body, watching intently as the puddle of blood beneath the boy expanded wider and wider, his captivation growing in a perfect parallel. His breath had quickly grown shallow with excitement, the regular precise pumps of his hips devolving into chaotic spasms. The Slave gagged and choked on Master Patsy’s cock, retching and wretched, the girl sitting high on her knees with her clamped tits arched forward like the good little slut she was made to be.

“Ah, fuck that’s it!” Master Patsy snarled through clenched teeth, using his strength to steady The Blonde Slave’s head as he began to fuck her face with even more violence, faster, bolder, the force so extreme now it was a wonder the girl’s skull didn’t rupture into a million pieces.

“Take it in your mouth but don’t swallow!” Master Patsy commanded in a strain as his body finally seized and he released his load straight into her obliging mouth.

The Blonde Slave moaned and humped the air as Master Patsy filled her mouth, her hands running loving strokes up and down his thighs in irregular patterns, but the momentary ease of his release was immediately disrupted, because Master Patsy then grabbed The Blonde Slave by the collar and began pushing her toward Jax’s convulsing body.

“Spit that shit all over his fucking face,” Master Patsy ordered, forcibly pushing the girl down to her knees beside Jax and shoving her face within a few inches of the boy’s own.

The girl obeyed without question, avoiding Jax’s distant eye as she spat her master’s cum all over Jax’s now-quite-pallid-face. Master Patsy guided The Blonde Slave by his grip on her collar, moving her about to paint the young man’s face with his filth. He drew lines over his nose, over his cheeks, over his eyes, before dribbling the final dregs into Jax’s wide open mouth, ultimately peppering his dying breaths with the taste of slave-spit and cum.

“Good fuck-pig,” Master Patsy congratulated his slave, hauling her up by her shoulders in a rough yank as her ‘cannister’ ran dry.

“Thank you, Master,” she sang happily, turning on the spot to lick the side of Master Patsy’s face along his grisly scar. “I love the way you abuse my holes,” she whispered into his ear, and surprisingly enough, she sounded like she genuinely meant it.

Master Patsy looked down at her, an uncharacteristic bewilderment chiselling through his otherwise arrogant demeanor. “Is that right?”

The Blonde-Slave simply nodded with a wily grin. “Yes, Master.”

“Hm,” Master Patsy grunted, his expression then pinching into a pensive furrow as he turned his attention to Mr. Hollow with another uncharacteristic stupor. “He, Uh—Darrius. The traitor probably has another two minutes or so before he bleeds out. You wanna go?”

“Ya know, what? Why the fuck not? I’ll join you nasty mother fuckers,” Mr. Hollow agreed, yanking The Red Slave off her knees where she’d been servicing his cock with her mouth. He quickly corralled her to straddle his lap, pushing and pulling her limbs and legs until she was perched just how he wanted. “Come on now, Baby, and give me that juicy pussy one more time,” he demanded, guiding the tip of his cock to her hot dripping center.

“Oh, fuck, thank you, Sir!” The Red Slave cried out, her little hands hooking Mr. Hollow’s large shoulders as he slipped all the way inside her in one fluid motion, wasting not even a second before he was ramming her like an enraged bull. “Oh, God thank you for fucking me, Sir!” She wailed, declaring her gratitude in a continuous loop, praising Mr. Hollow’s cock and lamenting her own sluttiness for the entire duration.

Mr. Hollow fucked her cunt with such bold purpose, his grunts and her cries of pleasure twisting together to create the most beautifully depraved song. Their symphony filled the air, growing louder and bolder with every passing second, heat climbing as high and fast as their scorching desperation. He railed her like she was his own, bruising flesh and claiming her outright with his massive ebony cock.

“Fucking, shit!” Mr. Hollow moaned as he slammed into The Red Slave’s cunt, deep and deliberate before releasing his load in a magnificent spurt, bucking his hips through all the fire and juice to amplify his pleasure for as long as humanly possible.

“Sir; Sir; Sir!” The Red Slave chanted, shuddering around Mr. Hollow’s cock, back arching, clamped tits bouncing as she flailed in place, utterly undignified and utterly spent.

And as the very last shiver of pleasure coiled down Mr. Hollow’s spine, he quickly inserted his hands in the hollows of the slut’s knees and easily scooped her up, his cock still buried deep inside her twitching pussy. The Red Slave instinctively latched onto Mr. Hollow’s neck as he stood from the bed and transported his cum-dump over to Jax.

“Let’s have you push all that cum out and take a nice piss on the traitor’s face,” Mr. Hollow instructed, slipping the slut off his cock and helping her squat over her designated target.

“Yes, Sir,” The Red Slave whimpered as she began to urinate, the pale yellow stream coming out faster and stronger as she pushed to force the thick dribbles of cum from her swollen cunt.

“So, tell me traitor,” Master began slowly, circling the now almost-dead thing on the floor that was currently being painted with piss and second-hand cum. “Was it worth it?” He finally asked.

Jax could no longer speak, he was barely whimpering anymore, his ragged shallow breaths like the scrape of rusted nails being dragged down an old chalk board. And so he gave no indication he even heard Master speak, his vacant eyes fixed on the ceiling, his face shining in piss and cum.

“Guess not,” Master smirked, unzipping his jeans and whipping out his flaccid cock, just as Mr. Hollow was moving The Red Slave out of the way. “Good riddance then. Rot in hell you rat fuckin’ bitch,” he said as he pointed his cock right at Jax’s mouth and began to urinate, showering the boy in his own liquid revenge.

And by the time Master was done shaking off, Jax was no longer of this world…

[Claire]

Plot twist incoming... and there it is! You made me almost feel sorry for Jax.

There was one moment in the chapter that made me laugh out loud because when I tried to picture it, it just felt hilariously absurd. It was this:

The room had gone eerily quiet, the only sound being all us fuck-slaves moaning as none of the men in the room had bothered to stop using our holes despite the new drama unfolding.

I just imagine Hollow and Patsy getting all quiet and communicating telepathically here: "Shit, this just got serious." - "Yeah, man, better be quiet. Should we stop the fucking, though?" - Hollow shrugs - "I don't know man. What's the protocol here?" - "Fuck do I know. Just keep going..."

Don't take it the wrong way, I had a lot of fun.

And then there was this:

“I know, Baby,” he murmured, leaning down to kiss the top of my head. “Just a bit longer,”

I knew it! I knew I had the correct read on him!


Overall, a worthy final to this little saga. I wonder whether the epilogue will continue exactly here or jump ahead in time a little.

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Now, one more thing. This is not a criticism, just a reminder. There is a rule here on the forum against snuff and extreme violence. That doesn't mean violence isn't allowed nor that character deaths aren't allowed. Generally speaking, stories that describe in great detail how a character gets dismembered, disemboweled, slowly impaled etc, similar to what you might see in a brutal splatter movie, and torturing a character slowly to death for sexual gratification are not allowed. I'd say in your case, you're approaching a gray area here as Jax is not killed for sexual satisfaction and his wound and pain are not described in excruciating detail. It's not like he's getting slowly cut up. Ultimately, the mods/admins will have to decide how to deal with this.

But to give you an example of a story that was recently flagged for violating the rule: There you had a case where a victim's nipples were cut off, then fed to her (or eaten by the rapist himself) before the rapist proceeded to penetrate her vaginally with a knife, slowly cutting her to death with the blade from the inside. Again, I don't see your story as so extreme as that example as you don't nearly escalate and linger on as much on the violence. But taking it just a few steps further could get you there.

[Lucius]

... I have a distinct impression not everyone is going to get out of this story alive, or at least whole.

Neither whole nor alive.

Wonderful, edge-of-the-seat continuation.

Speaking of violence: I'd say one can imagine this scene in a mainstream (NC-17 or thereabouts, of course) film since... the 1970s, Mr Peckinpah? I'd say Jax's end falls within the rules.