Broken (Billionaire's Blood Slave 2)

by Rosa Steel

  The huge cock flexed inside her, forcing deeper into her battered tunnel. She might have been wet for him but her mind made her clench down against the violation, whining as his drove himself deeper. She felt every inch painfully as he rammed it into her slit.

  He snarled, thrusting viciously. Each stroke hammered her down into the soft padding of the chaise, reverberating through her bound body. The pain and pleasure of his abuse twisted through her, dragging a gasp from her lips. It grew stronger every second that he fucked her, pushing her harder and faster.

  “You wanted me,” Knight breathed hot at her ear, “So come. I know you want to.”

  His hand slipped down between her legs, his fingers forked around the thick shaft of his cock to rub her slit. His touch was mercilessly rough, grinding over the risen nub of her clit until she screamed, but at the same time she was tumbling down into an orgasm she could no longer resist. Her heart seemed to stop, and her whole body shuddered as the first waves rocked her. She could hear herself screaming, unable to even control herself. Tears slid hot over her cheeks, and in the soft tunnel of her sex a sizzling liquid flowed, drenching the hilt of his cock, rubbing over her thighs and belly. She was clenching down hard over that massive shaft.

  That tight grip of her flinching pussy was enough to put Knight over the edge. He choked out a gasp, digging his nails into her tender flesh to hold her beneath him. Alice squealed, but no matter how hard she thrashed away from his invading cock Knight pinned her down effortlessly. His seed spurted into her in a hot rush, flooding her channel. Suddenly he yanked himself out, still coming in thick white spurts that rained down over her belly and breasts. His seed coating her in glorious warmth, gleaming white against her ivory skin. Knight reached down, groaning, to slick his hand along the shaft. The last few drops spattered hot over her, sticky flecks that landed on her fevered flesh and the harness and clung there as evidence of his violation.

  He recovered almost instantly, unsurprisingly. With one hand he brushed back the damp tangle of her hair. The touch made her shiver, the sensation mingling with her afterglow in a way she couldn’t help but enjoy. His fingers gently unstuck a golden curl that had clung to her lips. Alice could only moan, curled up shaking on the chaise and spattered with his seed, feeling used up and empty. Her sopping cunt still clenched, each time aching as if her body wanted his cock back inside. Now that it was over, she felt so dirty she could hardly bear it. The shame of coming for him made her chest hurt.

  “P…please, Knight…” She mumbled, staring up at him with wide, innocent eyes.

  “Please what?” His voice was dark, still strained with lust.

  “Just…” she was crying, the tears raining down over her heated cheeks. Please let me go, she’d been about to ask, but the cold note in his voice stopped her. He hadn’t hurt her badly, yet, but her tender ass still bore the marks from last night. “Please take the leash off. I won’t run, I swear.

  Knight ignored her begging “I think I heard you call me Knight just now. Don’t. You will call me Master from now on.”

  “No! I won’t do it.”

  He bared his teeth with a suddenness that made her shrink back. “I warn you, Alice, my mercy is all used up.”

  “I… I’m not your slave.”

  He grinned, a horrible expression that didn’t reach his eyes.

  “I’ve had enough of this, slut.” He yanked hard at the leash as he stood, pulling Alice half off the chaise with him while she whimpered. “Up.” He snapped hard on the leash, so that the harness dug hard into her flesh. Eventually she was forced to stand, with his cum dripping down her pink-flushed skin. Her legs were warm and weak, barely steady enough for her to stand. She almost tripped when the chain between her ankles snapped her step halfway short. When his black eyes met hers she quickly looked down, too ashamed to meet his gaze. His hands hovered over her body, always touching, stroking. When his fingertips slipped over one painfully sensitive nipple she gasped, trying to turn away.

  “I have all the time in the world to break you, but I’m an impatient man. We’ll do this the hard way.”

  Without looking back he strode away, dragging Alice yelping behind him on the end of her leash. His strides were long and quick, and she had to trip along with her tiny steps, hobbled and vulnerable. He walked along a short path through the trees, which quickly turned into a tunnel of luminous white flowers. They were lush blossoms that she didn’t recognize, growing so thickly she couldn’t see past out.

  A petal caressed her skin as he jerked her along, a sensation so delicate and sensuous it made her shiver. Knight seemed not to notice, he only snapped on the leash to hurry her pathetically slow steps, growling in impatience.

  When they finally reached their destination, Alice’s breath froze in her throat. They emerged into a bright clearing surrounded by white orchid vines. The moss beneath their feet was softer than any carpet, but it was filled with machines and cruel-looking devices that would have been better suited to a dungeon. Alice caught a glimpse of rounded steel shafts, engraved shackles and dark leather. Before she had a chance to examine them closer Knight was already dragging her towards one.

  This frame stood in a patch of the golden light that shone down from the ceiling. It was about waist high to her, and was shaped a little like the pommel-horse she’d used in gym class. Only, instead of a padded, injury-proof surface on top, it tapered to a smooth steel bar barely two inches wide. Shackles at foot-height on either side suggested the horrible way a person would be bound to this thing. One foot would go on either side, and the groin would rest on that steel bar. Even looking at in made her flinch away in terror, shaking. Knight had to turn and yank her along. From the dew that glistened on its metal sides she could tell that it was going to be icy cold.

  “Last chance, Alice.” Knight turned, smiling enough to bare his fangs. Alice stood silent, staring back into those black eyes. As hard as she tried she could keep from shaking. Droplets of sweat were gliding down between her breasts, but that machine had sucked all the warmth from her.

  “No?” Knight sighed, “That’s too bad. Wait here.”

  Without bothering to tie her Knight simply dropped the leash in the grass and left, strolling towards a large wooden chest in the center of the clearing.

  Run Alice! Screamed the last shreds of her pride, you can make it but you need to run, right now, run, escape this monster. With the chain between her feet she knew she couldn’t move very fast, but it was still a chance, the only chance she’d had since she’d been captured. Her heart was suddenly pounding, blood rushing up in her ears.

  Her limbs tensed, every muscle taught, but still she only stared between the steel pommel-horse and Knight’s back. What’s wrong with me? She couldn’t move, no matter how hard she tried. She was afraid, far too afraid of what he’d do to her. She looked down at the loose end of the leash dropped in the grass and the slick of his cum cooling on her skin, trying not to cry. Why can’t I do this? She clenched her fists, so tight that the nails bit into her palms.

  Knight seemed not to notice, he was taking his time fiddling in the chest. Something inside gleamed in the golden light.

  Run, just run. An awful, black shame was welling in her, because she couldn’t. She was still standing quietly, like a dog told ‘stay’.

  When Knight turned around he smiled slightly, and she knew it was because he understood everything she’d been thinking. The bastard knew how close she was to being broken. “Good girl,” he murmured.

  Humiliation made her blush, but worse was the warm, unwelcome pleasure she felt at those two words. Her body betrayed her by tingling in a shiver of lust.

  When he showed her what he’d brought from the chest, her heart leapt in her chest. The thing was part steel, part flexible latex - obviously a sex toy. Alice didn’t know anything about sex toys, but she knew this was far more complicated than a dildo, which was the only one she would have recognized. For one thing, it was forked, split at the base into two stalks
. The large stalk was thick, a horrifying ten or so inches long, with the length of the shaft ribbed in smooth bands of steel. It tapered slightly to a gleaming metal head. Innocent though she might have been, Alice could easily imagine where this steel cock was going to go, and it made her squeeze her thighs together self-consciously. The other rod was shorter and more slender, with a strangely bulbous tip. She tried not to think about that part.

  “Medieval technology meets the latest sex toys,” Knight mused, enjoying her expression, “the ‘horse’ is self-explanatory. They used something similar during the Inquisition, though of course my version is… safer. As for this, well,”

  He stepped suddenly close, and before she could even flinch back he held her by the throat. His grip was so tight she could barely breathe, only squeaking in surprise. The tip of that steel-ribbed cock brushed against her belly, gliding through the damp cum that coated her skin. Knight thumbed a switch and her skin buzzed as the vibrator jumped to life. Alice squirmed, uncomfortable as the thing danced against her skin. Then did something else and sharp jolt of pain shot through her belly, tingling out through her limbs. Her body jerked like something had hit her, but his hand at her throat stopped her from falling. As soon as the pain came it was gone, leaving an eerie, hollow trembling in her body that took a minute to fade away.

  He shocked me, oh my god, oh god... he’s going to put that inside me. She stared at him with wide eyes.

  “That was the lowest setting.” Knight released her, letting her stumble back. His smile had turned grim, and his eyes gleamed with dark pleasure. “You understand I can’t let you go on the way you are. You need to learn your place.”

  “Please don’t do this,” Alice was on the point of tears.

  Knight ignored her, already working on attaching the thing to a fixture point on top of the ‘horse’. Once it was securely attached it jutted up viciously, the steel parts gleaming in the light.

  “It’s easy enough to avoid the shocks; you just have to stop yourself coming. It reacts to your orgasm.” His voice was smooth and dark, and it stirred something deep in her. He reached up and let his fingertips brush her cheek, surprisingly tender.

  “No, I can’t... please...” She couldn’t think. She just wanted to go home, to forget what this monster was telling her about herself.

  “You brought this on yourself. Lick it,” he grinned, baring glistening fangs, “that’s all the lube you’re getting.”

  Alice stared back at him, horrified.

  “You have ten seconds,” Knight grinned.

  “No!”

  “Eight seconds.”

  Without thinking, Alice shuffled to the horse and bent over it. She squeezed her eyes shut as she leaned over, taking the toy’s second cock in her mouth and coating it with spit. The bulbous head pressed softly up against the back of her throat as she licked it over, trying to drench it as well as she could. This part at least was pliant enough, she realized with some tiny amount of relief. It felt big though, the bulb pressing out against the sides of her mouth.

  “Don’t you want to do both?” Knight’s voice was heavy with sarcasm. He knew Alice was already wet, with his cum and her body’s own treacherous arousal. She flushed hard, still licking as quickly as she could.

  “Alright, that’s enough.” Without warning he’d scooped her up in his arms, reaching down with one hand to unlink the chain between her ankles. Then he lifted her, as if she weighed nothing, and put her up and over the horse. Her heels thumped hard at the sides as she writhed, feeling an animal need to escape. It did no good- Knight only slowly lowered her down onto the machine. The steel-ribbed larger cock touched her first, butting up against her sopping cunt. He reached down to part the lips of her moist cunt, holding her with an arm around her waist. When the steel tip pierced past the entrance she squeaked, trying desperately to scramble away. It was so cold and rigid, and felt far too massive to fit into her body.

  “You’ll hurt yourself,” Knight snapped, “Stop moving.”

  Alice saw that he was right – if he dropped her now it would definitely injure her terribly. She tried to be still, but it was so hard. The steel tip eased into her, stretching her almost to the point of pain, pushing out rigidly against the walls of her delicate tunnel. If Knight hadn’t already fucked her she knew it would have been worse, and that made her feel a humiliating gratitude that she tried desperately to ignore.

  Slowly he eased her down, inch by inch of cold metal and rubber sliding up into her slit. It felt like it was already filling her out and she was only halfway. Soon the other prod nuzzled wetly at her ass, and Knight stopped, holding her up effortlessly in the same position. He adjusted the thing with his other hand, centering it on the virgin bud between her cheeks. Alice had never let a man take her that way, and now Knight was going to force this thing into her and she didn’t have a choice. She let out a whimper of terror, squeezing her eyes shut and clenching her cheeks. It pressed up against the tender entrance until a strange thrill of fear ran through her.

  “Don’t fight it, you can take this or I wouldn’t ask it of you. Relax and let it in” His voice had a strange note she’d never heard before – it was gently encouraging, maybe even affectionate.

  Without waiting for an answer, Knight lowered her suddenly so that the pressure increased, forcing open the tender ring of her ass. The sensation was so powerful, so totally wrong that Alice shrieked, squirming, which only made the cock in her cunt her press uncomfortably against her inner walls.

  “Stay still,” Knight snarled, with so much power in his voice that she instantly froze, trembling and sobbing.

  The prod was only just inside her, but already it was painful. Her asshole was flinching around it, trying desperately to force it out of her body. He let her sink further onto those impaling cocks, ignoring her cries, and slowly they drove into her, slicked with her own juices. Once the thicker head of the prod had slid into her quivering asshole the rest was easier, but she could feel the head settling deep. It swelled against the tender walls mercilessly, filling her more than she ever had been before. The pain radiating from her asshole made her clench her cheeks against the unforgiving shaft, which only made it worse. Soon she was whimpering.

  “Relax and push back,” Knight repeated coldly, “you’re lucky it’s this and not me fucking you. I don’t think I could go this slowly.”

  When it was finally done she was trembling, stretched out like a dockside whore. Her slit ground up against the steel bar on top of the horse and her thighs closed helplessly over the sides. She instinctively scrambled to push herself up off the impaling cocks, but it was no use. With her legs spread wide like this she could only shift them horribly inside of her. Her thoughts whirled uselessly in her head. Dimly she heard a metal click at each ankle and knew she was now shackled to this thing. She couldn’t escape - she would have to wait for Knight’s mercy.

  Knight stood, for a moment, letting his dark eyes rove over her violated body with shameless desire. The way he looked at her made her degradation so much worse, especially when she caught herself wishing she’d simply surrendered to him and escaped this torture. Then he flipped the switch, and everything came alive. Alice squealed as the vibrator buzzed angrily where it was crushed up against her abused clit. The vibrations were so strong that she felt it in the steel bar between her thighs, and even deep inside her ass. The sudden discomfort and pleasure was so overwhelming that she thrashed wildly, kicking against the cuffs, writhing, trying to gain even an inch of relief. Her only reward was the painful bite of steel into her already tender skin.

  “It will get worse the more you struggle – trust me.” Knight was grinning, enjoying this far too much. She looked so cute and vulnerable with her legs spread and bound, with that expression of horror and arousal on her face.

  “Ff… fuck you, Knight, take me off…” she gasped as a powerful surge buzzed against her clit, “take me off this thing…” Her cheeks had flushed bright red and she squirmed helplessly, feel
ing the glow rising up in her.

  Knight only laughed darkly. “I don’t think I can watch this, Alice. I’ll only end up fucking you again, and then you won’t learn anything.” He checked his watch, pursed his lips. “I’ll see you in an hour. Try not to come.”

  “No! Stop-” tears were rising in her eyes, but it was no good. Without looking at her he’d turned and walked away, strolling off through the tunnel of flowers with his hands in his pockets. “No…” I can’t do this.

  The rods inside her throbbed with increasingly powerful vibrations, shooting molten jets of bliss through her. No amount of twisting could stop her clit from grinding against the cold steel, and the arousal was agonizing so soon after coming. The toy buzzed mercilessly, never allowing her to forget the hard shafts penetrating deep into her. Soon she was drenched in sweat. It ran hot down her back and mingled with Knight’s cum on her flesh. Her juices trickled, smeared between her thighs and the metal horse.

  The pleasure grew more hot and intense with each second, a stinging, burning pleasure so rough it was tearing her apart. She couldn’t hold on, every muscle was tense and hot, the relentless vibrations poured into her. The harness bit into her soft flesh and made her acutely aware of her nakedness. I’m coming, oh god…

  Alice panicked, bit hard at her tongue in an attempt to stop the rising tremors. Too late – the tiny flare of pain only drowned in a rising flood of ecstasy that radiated from her tortured cunt. She screamed as it flowed through her, shattering her last resistance. Her limbs convulsed helplessly, her heels and thighs banged metal and her ankles snapped agonizingly in her cuffs. Her pussy clenched on the steel cock, the sensitive interior seeming to grind over every steel rib which only made the pleasure sharper.

  She was swimming in the hot bliss, no longer caring about anything, when she felt the cocks stiffen inside here.

  “No, oh god please…” She said, but there was no-one to hear but white orchids.

  The shock surged straight up into her ravaged pussy. It rode the waves of her orgasm, flooding her whole body with sizzling agony. She knew she was screaming but couldn’t hear it. Electricity pounded into her ass, and spread out down the dampness on her thighs in hot lines.