But he dragged her across the room. He shoved her to her hands and knees, still holding onto the chain attached to her collar. He attached it to another loop, one in the floor. This one gave her less give than any of the others. She was forced to stay on her hands and knees against the cold, hard floor.
He left her there and went to his table. He pulled the silver top off the plate and began to eat, his eyes full of both lust and fury as he watched her.
“Do you want out?” He asked, as he had several times before.
She knew the truth. She had no reason to stay. Still her mouth formed the word. “No.”
He considered her for a long moment, slowly finishing his stew. Finally he set it aside, and leaned forward, his hands on his knees.
“You understand I'm going to punish you for your insolence. Are you certain you do not want out?” He asked.
The intelligent, feminist part of her body screamed at her to put a stop to this. The reporter part of her body urged caution. The dark, sexual part of her, well it seemed to control her words.
“I'm sure.”
He nodded then. He stood, and slowly undid his belt. He very deliberately slid it from all of the loops, watching her eyes. He folded it in two, and slapped it against his hand.
“This is going to hurt,” He promised.
He moved behind her, where she was still on her hands and knees. He adjusted her so that her neck had to face forward. The chain was too tight. She could not see what he was doing.
He slammed the belt against his hand again, and she jumped away. This caused a dark laugh to escape his throat.
“Ah, buttercup. You know I love to see you write and scream.” He slammed the belt home against her rear end.
She shrieked in pain. The leather had ripped into her skin painfully. He did it again, to the other cheek. Another shriek ripped from her lips.
“You're making this worse on yourself,” he cautioned. “Keep screaming like that and I'm going to fuck you while I do this.”
She couldn't help it. He kept spanking her with the belt, and she kept crying out in pain. She knew he was leaving red welts all over her body. But inbetween the screams, inbetween the sounds of the belt, she could hear a low, primal growl escaping his lips.
At the same time as he slammed the belt against her, he slammed his whole, massive dick home inside her tight, wet canal.
“Oh yes,” he began, slamming the belt and his dick against her in rhythm. “Your screams make your whole body clinch up. So fucking hot...” he breathed.
He started to get rougher with her, and somehow, she was enjoying it even more. The pain and pleasure mixed amazingly. His thrusts got harder, his belt got rougher. She thought some of the welts might be bleeding, but she didn't care. She wanted to be full of his cum.
Her Master was still, even while fucking her, trying to teach her. “You understand what you did wrong, buttercup?”
Inbetween her cries, she managed to squeak out, “Yes, Master!”
His spankings were going lower, slamming into her thighs. His monstrous dick was at the entrance to her womb. His huge balls were smashing into her clit.
“That's right. You'll take every drop of my seed, never wasting it, is that right?”
“Yes, Master!” She screamed.
“And you won't let the men fuck you unless I tell them they can?”
She wasn't even sure how she'd stop it. But the insanity of what was happening to her made her agree.
“Yes, Master!”
“That's my girl.”
With that he dropped the belt and grabbed both of her hips. He plunged inside, harder, deeper than any man ever had. He was ruining her for any dick but his own. He didn't seem to care. She belonged to him.
How could she have ever thought she'd call him out on his lies?
All she wanted was to be fucked by this man for as long as he would fuck her, in any way that he wanted. She'd do whomever he told her to do, however he told her to do it. She belonged to him.
And if he ever tried to get rid of her, well, she'd write a tell-all book about her adventures.
Her body clinched around him, erupting in her own orgasm, one she'd held back for hours. He laughed again, delighted that the pain he caused her somehow also pleased her. He slammed against her for a long time after, smashing that massive dick in her tight hole, enjoying himself, forcing her to clinch in orgasm around him over and over.
Finally he began to loose his rhythm. He growled ferally. His own pleasure erupted in a major rush, shooting out of him, filling her unprotected womb to the very brink. Once more she knew, if she was ovulating, there was no way this didn't make her pregnant. He'd simply filled her with too much of his juices.
Finally he caught his breath. He stood, taking a moment to wipe himself off. Then he pulled off the rest of his clothing and got into bed. He had grabbed his tablet and began to read again.
“What about me?” She asked, still chained on her hands and knees to the cold floor.
“Hmm?” He asked, still engrossed in his tablet.
“Where am I supposed to sleep?” She asked, frowning.
“You sleep on the floor, buttercup. At least until I decide you deserve a bed.”
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BREAKING HER DOWN:
Diana had lived the perfect billionaire life, at least until the world collapsed. But she'd prepared for even that eventuality. She'd purchased a luxury condo inside an underground vault. Diana's life had continued on, though perhaps with a bit less of a tan.
Until the Vault was attacked.
Alone and afraid, it was not long until a survivor finally found her. He is rough and cruel, demanding things she would never have done. But he swears it's just to keep her alive...
Breaking Her Down consists of three stories, His Project, Her Lesson, and Making Her Pay.
Excerpt from His Project:
“Crawl out,” he commanded. She did as he asked, awkwardly due to her hands being tied in front of her. When she was out, and kneeling, he tugged her to her feet.
“The first thing is for you to understand your role in this. You are mine. You belong to me for me to do with whatever I choose.”
He drew something from behind his back, and slowly fastened it around her neck. “What the Hell, a dog collar?” She asked indignantly.
He laughed and clipped a leash onto it. “You will learn you are not special. You are nothing except to me, my pet.”
CONTRACT:
In the Contract series, Anna has been carefully making her way through the wasteland, trying to survive those who might wish to do her harm. Hungry and afraid, she stumbles onto the camp of two hardened men who know how to tame this wilderness.
They offer her their protection, for a price.
Enjoy the meeting, and the bargain being struck, in The Signing. Anna is cruelly taken by her cowboy and commando in Hard Negotiations. Finally Anna is traded to the disgusting trader, used for his filthy whims in Hostile Takeover. Or read all three in the Contract Bundle!
Excerpt from Hard Negotiations:
Charles wasted no time. He used her surprise to work his long dick deep into her throat once more, grabbing her by the back of the head and thrusting inside.
Charles did have a way that he enjoyed face fucking a woman, for that was exactly what it was. He simply held her head still, and used the motion of his hips to pleasure himself with her mouth. He closed his eyes, enjoying himself, thrusting in but not as deep as the first time. She sensed he wanted to make it last.
Joseph was no
t thinking the same way. She wondered if it had been a long time since he'd been inside a woman. His thrusts were frantic and primal, at least they were as soon as he'd widened her hole enough for his dick to fit. He kept grabbing her hips, pulling her back fiercely, savagely, quickly. She could tell from his motions that he was not long to last.
DANGEROUS COMPANY:
In the Dangerous Company series, Gwen had been fighting the zombies that had taken over the planet. The zombies were winning. This wasn't the last group she'd outlived.
But it wasn't the undead that she should fear, it was the men strong enough to survive in this hostile environment. It would be easy enough for them to rob her and take whatever they wanted.
Instead, she offered them a deal...
Gwen strikes the bargain in Brutal Pact. In Savage Bargain she discovers how far she must go, while pleasing their fierce leader. Promises of Cruelty delves deeper into the darkness, to her very base nature.
Excerpt from Brutal Pact:
Clark had settled into the nearby office chair. He took a swig from a canteen and lazily held the pistol on her. She knew that Clark was already on her side, she need only convince Ed.
Though he was hard, he still seemed uneasy about what he was doing. She kept her eyes trained up on him, trying to convey that she wanted this, that it excited her. It took her reaching between her still clothed pants and massaging herself before he began to believe it.
That was enough for him. He began to thrust in her mouth, filling her up. She couldn't keep her teeth from touching him, he was too thick for that. He did not seem to care. He thrust deep inside, over and over again, finally getting lost to the sensation.
Then he shook his head and pulled out of her. He jerked her to her feet roughly, a small gasp escaping her throat. He tossed her against the bed...
DEVOLVE:
Mara had been sailing when her country was attacked. Now, alone she docks at an oil rig, hoping for safety.
Instead she finds a group of men who have already devolved into their most base selves. Read her story in the books Primal Urges, Savage Needs and Brutal Desires. Or try all three in the Devolve Bundle!
Excerpt from Savage Needs:
She could tell nothing of the person who held her this way, only that he was far larger and stronger than she. He held her head tightly to the wall, shoving her cheek against the hard texture of the cold concrete.
“Listen I was just showering, could this wait until...”
“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.
He began to shove himself between her cheeks, trying to force himself into her unprimed rear. She could hear him cursing behind her.
Finally, with great force of will, he was able to stab his throbbing head inside her ass. She screamed in pain, but he ignored it and kept working himself inside her.
“You want out?” he asked, his dick still buried inside of her ass. His voice was gruff, she had no idea who it was who was violating her. She couldn't even see his face in the dark shower.
“No...” she said, but for the first time she wasn't entirely sure. He smashed another inch inside of her. She felt her face rub against the wet, cold concrete, while his hand twisted in her hair to keep her steady.
“Good.” he stated simply, and yanked himself out to the head, only to smash the rest of the way in, filling her ass to the brink.
ROUGH TRADE:
Hope had survived the Apocalypse. Barely.
Alone for years, she is confronted by one of the mutants that has taken over her planet. Stronger, faster, and far larger than she, Hope could never take him on directly. She knew that she would need to negotiate for her safety.
Agreeing to her terms, the mutant takes her back to his all male village. There, she must prove her worth.
Rough Trade is a 14k word steamy bundle. It includes three stories : Hope Restrained, Hope Denied, and No Hope.
Will Hope be enough to satisfy so many savage creatures?
Excerpt from Hope Denied:
“Face your public. Give them a show.”
She could feel herself growing even redder, as she'd nearly forgotten the scores of hungry mutants, all below, all watching the proceedings. Now, not only did she have to figure out a way to get this inside of her, she would also be watched by so many of these strange creatures.
While their eyes feasted, the Chief pulled her slim dress up, slowly revealing her body to them. She saw every eye leering as her nether regions came into view.
“Touch yourself.” The chief commanded, loosening his grip upon he bound hands, just a bit.
Table of Contents
Lured Inside the Vault #1 by Claudia Balvenie
CHAPTER 1
CHAPTER 2
CHAPTER 3
CHAPTER 4
Locked Inside the Vault #2 by Claudia Balvenie
CHAPTER 1
CHAPTER 2
CHAPTER 3
CHAPTER 4
CHAPTER 5
Trapped Inside the Vault #3 by Claudia Balvenie
CHAPTER 1
CHAPTER 2
CHAPTER 3
CHAPTER 4
CHAPTER 5
CHAPTER 6
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