Cid smiled as he turned on his heels to retrieve his plate of chicken from the kitchen. I heard my Master and Cid speaking quietly in the kitchen. A few moments later Master passed back though the dining room, the still sleeping slave cradled in his arms. My Master smiled almost lovingly at me, pausing mid-stride as I took a bite of the incredibly tender chicken. With an affectionate look at me he took the sleeping slave back to a room.
Cid sat down across from me, and began to eat the feast he had prepared for us. He did not look at his food, but stared directly at me as I ate slowly. His sky-colored eyes no longer admired my naked form, but devoured it. He reached down and adjusted himself as he cleaned the last of the garlic potatoes from his plate.
I kept my head down and focused on eating the best meal I'd had in several years. I was worrying over what this other slave could possibly have in mind after I'd finished eating. Cid stood as I finished the last delicious bite, and quickly removed the empty plates. "Don't go anywhere," he told me, as he hurried to the kitchen to deposit the plate into the sink. He was back in a few seconds, standing behind me, and smiled wolfishly. "Care to play?" He asked, as he reached down and pinched my nipple.
"Honestly, no," I said looking up at him, and brushing his hand away. My body was still humming with tiny aftershocks caused by master's attention. "I'd rather get some sleep. I'm exhausted." In my many years as a slave, I'd never been able to submit to other slaves as I could my masters. Although, often the other slaves only wanted a playmate, I was rarely willing to join in the fun.
Cid pulled at my nipple even harder, causing me to wince. "Our Master won't see us to our beds until sunrise. We have a few hours before he's finished with the other slave." He pulled his shorts off, as his chiseled featured softened into a child-like pout. "If you won't play willingly..." The threat trailed off, as he wrapped his arms around my petite form, then lifted me out of my chair.
I growled, the restraint I held toward the vampires gone. I punched over my shoulder at his head. I connected a few times, but I couldn't keep Cid from taking me to the floor. I landed hard on my elbows and knees, with Cid's weight on top of me. "Get off of me." I grunted, trying to squirm out of his grasp. Pinning me under his weight, his heated hands traveled around my skeletal ribcage, and down to roughly cup my tiny tits. His fingers roughly fondled my nipples, as I fought beneath him. He slid off my back, and knelt behind me, the length of his cock brushing past my tender pussy, jumping once to tap my belly just below my navel.
I dropped to my elbows, and reached back to touch his dick with my hand. I stroked it once gently, then grabbed it, and pulled it with all of my might, as if trying to uproot it. Cid yelped, and quickly pulled his wounded member out of my reach. "You bitch," he hissed, releasing my tits, and grabbing up a handful of my black hair. With his hand tangled in my hair he bounced my face into the hard wood floor. I felt myself crumpling, and my world went dark.
I neither saw nor felt anything for a long while after. I awoke to a gentle swinging. I opened my eyes to obscurity, and pressure against my cheeks and forehead. I could only assume that I had been blindfolded. My arms were bound tightly behind my back. I felt an insufficiently padded band or strap behind my neck, another mid-back, and one more just above my unshapely butt. My legs were almost completely numb below my knees, and spread up and painfully open.
I turned my head from side to side a little, restricted by the strap supporting my neck. I grimaced as I flexed my toes, and was rewarded with a thunderbolt of pain momentarily surfacing though sea of sleep in my legs. I whimpered, unsure if this was my Master's doing, or Cid's.
"Oh you're awake," Cid said from somewhere past my utterly exposed pussy and ass. "Are you enjoying the swing? Julien told me to enjoy myself with you, but I don't think he expected you to resist me."
He laughed, voice sounding closer. I shuddered, trying hopelessly to bring my legs together. Cid just laughed more. "You wont get out of that, trust me. Master made this for me, when he wanted total control over me." He'd moved closer, and was above my head. His hands gently stroking my cheeks and lips. "I could make a few adjustments, and your head would be bent so far back you would think your neck would break. Then I could fuck your mouth...." He fell into silence, as if actually considering. "...and you couldn't begin to fight it."
He moved to my left side, his hands encasing my tits once more. "I could clamp these," he pinched my nipples hard for emphasis. "And pull them so far up, you would beg me to release them, or to cut them off. Or..." He moved down until he was between my outstretched legs. "I could pull these open," his fingers grasped and pulled at my puffy lips, "until you screamed. Then I could probe you without those lips getting in my way."
He tugged my inner labia and continued to pull them further apart. As he pulled my lips wider, and I could feel that my hole had begun to open as well, letting a few drops of wetness escape. I heard Cid gasp, and then felt heated breath on my sex. "You're enjoying this!" His tongue snaked out to lick the few drops of moisture away.
I couldn't help the smile, nor could I help that being totally bound had always made whatever I endured a little easier, if not oddly enjoyable. I found myself relaxing, finding some form of comfort in being helpless. "Do what you need to do, master Cid," my voice heavy with sarcasm as I called him 'master'. "I am, for the moment, yours for the taking."
As if he had been waiting for me to give him permission, he slammed two fingers into my lightly lubricated pussy. I winced as he pulled back and quickly shoved another dry finger into my snatch, causing me to lose the slight wetness. He clumsily rooted around my hole, his thick fingers stretching me wide. He fucked me with his fingers, burying them so deeply that his knuckles ground into my clit every time he bottomed out I wasn't the first time I'd been fucked dry, but I knew that if he added another finger to my now dry cunt I would tear.
He slid three fingers in and out of my snatch, the dry friction causing me to heat up. I squirmed trying to will myself to created more moisture to lubricate my pussy, and his fingers. But my cunt seemed unwilling to make this rape easy. The steady thrusting of his fingers quickly began to feel like he was trying to rip me inside out. My inner walls had begun to stick to his fingers as he paused for a split second before he withdrew again.
I bit my lip, to hold a cry back. Silently wishing he would change his tactics, or move on to something different altogether. I'd begun to burn, and knew that I couldn't endure this probing silently much longer. I was no longer so thankful that he hadn't added a fourth finger, the blood would make a wonderful temporary lubricant.
