The Ties That Bind 5

Screams echoed through the halls. Slave’s son was gone.

It was the one-month anniversary of the birth of Slave’s son and the young woman got up early so that she could feed the lad. She was so proud of him for he had slept soundly all through the night but when she got to his crib, she found it was empty.

She looked around her frantically, trying to see if the baby had somehow slipped past the bars of the crib, but it was all in vain.

Her screams had turned to sobs when Slave’s master finally came to see her. “You won’t find him,” the man told her.

Slave looked at the man through bleary eyes. She knew this man had used drugs on her to make her want, no, to make her crave having a baby, and she knew that the man had discontinued those drugs during the course of her pregnancy. She knew that the man had resumed using the drugs on her after the birth of her son although it hardly seemed necessary. The boy was everything to her.

“You know where my son is, Master?” she asked frantically and hopefully.

“I do,” the man told her. “I took him away.”

“But why, Master,” Slave wailed. “He needs me. I am his mother. He needs me.”

The man just laughed at her. “Your son is fine and he’ll continue to stay that way, but you will never see him again.”

“No-o-o-o-o-o,” the girl wailed.

The man just laughed again. “Yes. You will never see him unless … unless you give yourself even more fully to me than you ever have before. Every week, I will receive pictures and a written report on your son’s activities from your son’s new parents. If you please me in every way, you will get to see them, too, but if you displease me in any way, you will never see them. Do you understand, Slave?”

The girl ducked her head. He had her and she knew it. “What can I do for you, Master?” she asked humbly.

The man smiled. This was exactly what he wanted. “Let me see your wrist,” he said and Slave meekly offered up her wrist. Her master unlocked the bracelet and he tossed it away.

Slave gasped at its removal. Before, her master had used pain to control her, pain that emanated through the bracelet she had worn, but now he had something even better to control her. He was the only contact she had with her son. She would do whatever he wanted. She would give her very life to protect him. She ducked her head again. “What can I do for you, Master?” she asked again.

The man laughed at her. He knew he had her, too. “Why don’t you lick and suck my cock, bitch.”

Slave was on his cock in a flash and then she was sucking on her master’s cock. The man laughed as the girl sucked on him. He knew she had her and as much as he liked what the girl was doing to his cock, there were other things he wanted from her.

“You can stop that now,” he told her.

Slave immediately withdrew her mouth from her master’s cock. “I hope I pleased you,” she asked as she stared at her master’s still unfinished cock.

“Yes, yes,” that was good he assured her, “but I have something else for you to do. Lie down for me.”

Slave quickly laid herself out, waiting for whatever her master had in mind for her next.

The man pressed his body down over her face. “Lick my ass hole,” he told the girl.

Slave didn’t give it a scond thought. Her hands pulled his cheeks apart and her tongue arched out as she went to work on her master’s ass.

In time, the man told her to stop. “Tell me, Slave, do you want to get your ass fucked?”

Slave knew what was expected of her. “Oh yes, Master,” she answered immediately, “I would love to be fucked in my ass. Would you please fuck me in my ass, Master?”

“Yes, I will,” he told the girl, “but are you sure you’re ready for it. My cock is not prepared for you, yet.”

“I will take it whatever way you want to give it to me, Master, but if you would do me the honor, I would love to prepare your cock for you.”

“Yes, that would be acceptable,” the man told her. “You may proceed.”

Slave knelt in the man as she sucked his cock into her mouth. She kept sucking on him, coating his rod with liberal portions of her saliva.

“It’s time now, Slave.”

“Yes, Master, I understand,” the girl said as she got down on her hands and knees and offered her butt up to the man. “Please fuck me in the ass, Master. I need it so bad.”

The man moved in behind her and then Slave felt his slippery shaft move between her cheeks. She winced as her master penetrated her and then he was inside her. She felt pain as her master moved deeper inside her ass, but all that mattered was his happiness. She needed him to fuck her butt and she needed it bad.

Her master continued to move his cock in and out of Slave’s pussy and the girl continued to take it. She moaned again as her master worked her ass over but she stayed where she was and took it all just as she had been commanded to.

“You have been very good,” her master said. “You may play with yourself while I fuck your butt, Slave.”

“Thank you, Master. I try to be good.” Slave reached a hand back and rubbed it between her legs. She found the little nub there and she gave it a good rub.

Oh geez, that felt so good.

Slave heard her master grunt. Her master had fucked her often enough for Slave to know what that meant. “If it pleases you, Master,” Slave said through gritted teeth, “would you please cum in my ass.”

“Thank you, Slave, I think I will,” and this time when the man grunted, Slave felt the man bury his cock in her butt and she felt him shoot the first burst of cum into her butt. She was cumming even as he did it and the man groaned as he shot more and more of his cum into Slave’s butt.

Finally, he pulled his spent member from Slave’s butt. “Look at that,” he said, “my cock is all covered with your shit.”

Slave looked at the man’s cock. Her butt hurt and she could feel the man’s cum as it oozed out of her ass, and yet, she knew what was expected of her. “If you would allow me, Master, I would be happy to lick my shit off of your cock for you.”

The man laughed at her. “Yes, Slave,” he told the girl, “that would be fine.”

He laughed as the girl settled down to lick her shit off of his cock. He was going to enjoy putting his new slave through the ropes again and again and again.

… to be continued