Unknown Society (Chapter Two) [Rape Fantasy Content][Slavery][M/F]

Please find Chapter One here: https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/7wai45/unknown_society_chapter_one_rape_fantasy/

Sharp jabbing pains in my side woke me. A wool blanket covers my naked body, but I don’t remember when he covered me up. I must have been in a deep sleep. Another jab makes my eyes spring open. Ouch. There he is, hovering over me, poking my ribcage with his oversized foot.

“Get up, slut. You need a shower.” His voice is deep and overwhelming to my senses. Standing on shaking legs I follow his path to the shower. The hot water is already running, clouding up the mirror in a subtle fog. I get into the grey tile shower enclosure and immediately notice how far up the shower head is, water falling so far that when it reaches me, it stings a little. There is no curtain or door, only my new Master watching my every move.

Lather from the soap bar forms in my hand and I rub it over my body, scrubbing his crusted cum out of my tiny bushel of well-kept pubes. No matter how hard I scrub, I can’t help but feel dirty. He instructs me to wash my hair and get out. Obeying him, I scrub and rinse a cheap shampoo out of my black hair. He shuts the water off and hands me a fluffy grey towel.

“Dry yourself and dress in these,” he pointed to two white pieces of folded undergarments on the counter, “that is all you are permitted to wear in this household. There are many pairs in the hall closet, and a laundry basket for soiled ones. When I clear your readiness for outings, you will find a few identical green dresses in the closet as well. As a village slut in training, you must only ever wear green. Do you understand?”

“Yes…” I paused, noticing his stare “…Master.”

“Keep this door open.” He turns and heads for the kitchen, leaving me alone. His icy demeanour makes me shiver. I give my attention to my own reflection in the foggy mirror. Dry my legs and wrap the warm towel around my bust, finally the slightest warmth settles in my bones. As the fog clears I see the dark circles under my eyes, and the hollow face that stares back at me is haunting. How do I look this different in less than 24 hours from having my freedom savagely ripped from me?

“Times up,” I hear from down the hall. He is staring at me, cock hanging out of his pants at half-mast. “Get in here and make breakfast, whore.”

Trembling, I pull the white cotton panties up in a hurry and shrug the matching sports style bra over my soft average breasts. I can’t help but wonder why these are so utilitarian looking and, well, plain. Into the kitchen I timidly walk, my hair still damp. It’s short, cut to resemble my girl crush, Ruby Rose. That just seems silly now.

“Make us an omelette. All the stuff is there.” He is seated at a small round table just on the other side of his kitchen island. The island itself is taller than a standard counter. It’s a reach for me to cut of veggies and prep the omelette. While I work he is silent, but I hear an odd grunt or two. I know he is touching himself while I cook for him.

He doesn’t stay sitting long. As soon as I have the ingredients ready for the hot stove I can smell him come stand behind me. Surprisingly, he smells good —a combination of cedar wood and spice. I feel the calluses on the palms of his hands as he grabs my waist. They scratch my skin before his fingertips take hold and dig in. He presses his firming weapon into the crack of my buttocks pushing me into the counter, his mouth finds its way to my ear.

“You didn’t think I would let you cook and eat, without reminding you who you belong to… did you?”

My pulse is speeding up. I can’t tell if he wants a response or if this is some sick form of a rhetorical question. He pulls my hips back away from the counter, his fingers remaining firmly gripped in my flesh.

“AHH,” a noise like a scream cut short escapes me as he thrusts my hips forward, slamming them into the tall island. A single salty tear makes its way down my cheek. I won’t cry. I will not give him that satisfaction. Fuck that hurt.

“Answer me,” he seethes.

“Please, Master. I just want to eat,” shielding my face from him, I know it’s the wrong answer.

“Begging for food won’t get you anywhere in this village. You must please us, first and foremost. You are my fuck toy and soon you’ll be the fuck toy for many, so get used to it.” The plain white panties fall around my ankles. His cock is rigid and pushing against me, rubbing its way to my swollen, sore sex. Despite the beating it took last night, a trickle of my own wetness gathers. It bewilders me that I’m getting wet. I hate this treatment!

My wiggling is no use as he jams his way into me within seconds, holding my neck back against his chest as he plows me into the island again and again… and again. My hips repeatedly slam off the counter, his penetrating cock is taking me whether I like it or not. I feel my feet rise off the ground as his grunts get louder. He folds my body over the counter. It’s cold against my chest and my nipples are hard. The vegetables I was slicing are inches from my nose, sitting pretty on their cutting board as if nothing is going terribly wrong in this very room. A large hand presses the side of my head down against the surface. His thrusts are unrelenting. I can’t stop my tears, the well in the corners of my blue eyes and run down to the counter top hidden behind my constant sobs and whimpers. He doesn’t stop.

“Please! I can’t… You’re hurting me,” my voice is lost.

“Fucking hell, your pussy is so tight,” his breath is rapid and his words growl out of his mouth. He’s a man on the brink of an orgasm. Please cum. Please just finish fucking me. I don’t say the words. I can’t say anything. His fingers are shoved deep into my throat, gagging me as he fucks my hole. Seconds feel like hours as he continues to dive into me. My whole body now limp and giving up. I’m his little rag doll.

“Mmm. That’s it… take all my seed, you dirty slut.” He says like I have a choice than he releases into me, filling me with his cum again. Making me his… again. He pulls his fingers out of my mouth, and my gaze is wide as he shoves his thumb into my anus. He tilts forward so his eyes meet mine, “this is the next hole I’m taking. How excited are you?” A grin expands the width of his face. He’s waiting for a reply. How can he expect one? I can barely breathe, and thought of him fucking my ass with that gigantic dick is too much. I know I will pay more for the wrong words. Fuck, what do I say? Looking at him, I know what I need to say.

“I can’t wait, Master. I can’t wait for you to fuck me everywhere.” I can wait. I can damn well wait!

“Good girl.” His thumb slides out and he pats my butt, “finish that omelette.”

“May I go wash—“

“No. Pull up your panties. Let my cum drip out of your cunt while you cook. We both know it feels good.” He returns to his spot at the table while I work on breakfast. He’s right, the warm slick sensation of his load feels nice as I move about the kitchen. As I cook, he talks.

“Shaping you into a well behaved girl is my job. I’ve done it to several girls in the past, and I will continue to work with new…girls… moving forward. It’s my position within this community which you will soon understand more about. You see, we are self-sufficient, only relying on the outside world for wifi, and village sluts like you. I know you may be wondering why we need you. The simple fact is that females of our… stature are not built for sex. Yes, we can mate with them, and we do, but neither party really enjoys it. Our women are strong, stubborn souls with no libidos. They don’t get wet. They don’t enjoy sex – at all. So it’s merely used as a form of reproduction. As well, their cunts, though very similar in look to yours, lack the parts that make them orgasm and they are, well, the opposite of tight. Here, A man usually rubs himself to the point of an orgasm and then releases into his wife for potential pregnancies.

We men, on the other hand… we’re made to fuck, simply put. We make and store tons of cum and we don’t like it going to waste. So far, no males here have been able to impregnate a village slut, or “regular human”, such as yourself. This is part of why our system works so well. As you could imagine due to our size difference, a pregnancy would have… complications. Do you see why we require a stock pile of sexy little sluts just like you?”

I set the plate carrying a vegetable and ham omelette down in front of him, and put one in front of another chair for myself… “Yes, Master. But why capture and force us into this role?”

“Because no one wants to be repeatedly raped and used by giants, girl. Now, before you eat, get on all fours under the table and work me with your tiny wet mouth.”

“But I… I…” anger spreads over his face as though a completely different man just sat down in front of me. “Yes, Master.” I reply.

The cold tile pains my knees as I nestle between his legs, a flaccid member dangles out of his pants drenched in a combination of his cum and my own morsel of unwanted arousal.
I stretch out my hand grab the base of his cock, pulling it towards myself as I lean in. His cedar wood and spice scent is stronger than ever as my mouth hovers near his head. He must have showered with something delicious before I awoke today.
My lips pressed against the head of his cock as I listened to his chewing noises. He’s ignoring my presence almost entirely. Maybe I can just sit here like this a while. Will he even care?

“Swallow it, slut!” He yells with a mouth full of egg.

Fuck, he’s mad. That answers my question. Slowly, my jaw opens and I wrap my lips around his still-soft penis. I push it in balls deep, but he quickly hardens. His shaft starts taking up space in my throat and it forces me to slide off. I can only handle an inch or two of his cock plus the head. He is huge. How I am I supposed to suck this?

Angling myself, and relaxing my jaw, I take more of him in. Maybe another inch total. His head is part way down my throat and I’m already gagging. I force myself to keep trying. Marrying my hands, now both stroking his shaft, with my mouth as I slide up and down the top of his dick. I think I hear a moan. I move faster, letting my drool coat his engorged penis and only breaking to stop the gags from turning inducing vomit.

His fork hits his plate with a sharp *TING*. Hands grip the side of my head, covering my ears. Muffled noises are all that break the barrier of silence and my own pulse. He uses my wide open mouth at his pace, forcing his cock deeper into my throat. Gags bring bile up, only to go back into my stomach leaving a burning sensation in its path. He keeps fucking my mouth. Slobber drips from my chin. He keeps going, thrusting hard into my face. His uncut skin rubs against my lips. Its sopping wet with my saliva.

He thickens even more, throbbing in my mouth before he pulls it back and explodes in my face. His ropes of endless semen cover me from cheeks, mouth, throat and tongue down to my bra, seeping in and making a puddle in my cleavage. Hands release me. I’m left with the salty sweet taste of his thick cum in my mouth, the puddle of it slowly draining down my stomach.

“Eat, slut.”

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