EPILOGUE
Nine Months Later...
Swathi awoke on the luxuriant king-sized bed snuggled up against Ivan, her muscular 6'8 Slovakian captor. The naked woman clung to him for warmth every night since he wouldn't let them use any covers. Yet her life had become... surprisingly bearable in captivity. The Indian beauty kissed the curve of her sleeping partner's shoulder and began to slide down the length of the bed.
These days, Ivan allowed Swathi a modicum of freedom that made life at least worth living. That wasn't to say he wasn't aware of the possibility she might try to escape. Every major room in Ivan's house was outfitted with a heavy, anvil-sized iron weight with a circular anchor and an 8-foot long chain attached. Every night when she slept in bed with him, Ivan always made sure to snap a manacle around Swathi's left ankle, keeping her connected to the iron weight by the chain's sturdy, unbreakable length.
It was no different now, as the slender woman slipped down toward the foot of the bed. She woke up her captor the way she did every morning now, a comfortable routine which she had even learned to enjoy.
"Uuuuh!"
Ivan stirred as Swathi gripped the base of his manhood and pumped it to life. It sprang to full attention, a stiff erection just for her. Now she slid her tongue from the base of the Slovakian's shaft to the very tip. She sucked the crown of his cock teasingly before swooping downward again, taking each testicle between her lips. The sounds of her gentle sucking soon filled the bedroom. The tips of Swathi's nipples brushed against the Nordic man's thighs as she ventured deeper, her tongue cradling that shaft until her nose pressed softly against the shaved smoothness around the base.
Ivan's eyes snapped open as he looked down and felt his cock buried in his gorgeous captive's throat.
"AHHHH. Mmmm. Yes, my love. Don't stop," he murmured.
'My love.' Such a twisted term of endearment it was, coming from that man's lips. At first, it had revolted Swathi every single time. But over the course of weeks and then months, a kind of Stockholm syndrome had taken effect over her. And Swathi wasn't the only one who had changed.
To Danny's shock, over time Ivan had begun to actually grow fond of Swathi - so fond that he even killed Tommy, one of Danny's men, and warned Danny that Swathi was 'his no more.'
By then, Danny had already earned good money from Swathi's dark web streams, and besides, making a dangerous enemy of Ivan, who was known for his brutality, wasn't worth the trouble. So it came to be that Danny wisely let sleeping dogs lie and discontinued his vendetta against the Kapoors.
So Swathi and Sanjay had been saved, in a way... at least from the fate Danny had originally intended.
But that did not mean that Swathi was not still suffering. Even now, as she lovingly slurped on Ivan's cock, her face bobbing up and down, she thought of her poor husband. Poor Sanjay.
'Ivan only keeps him around as a constantly humiliated pet because he knows that I'll go crazy if he kills him or gets rid of him. He knows that as long as he keeps Sanjay alive, I'll behave and be good girl,' she thought grimly as her jaw rippled with the effort of sucking cock. Now Ivan sat up. He reached out one of his big hands to bunch up Swathi's silky dark tresses and urged her mouth once more down his rock-hard meat.
"Uuuu!!!!!" Swathi had to breathe through her nose as Ivan slammed her face down to his crotch. Her chin felt the warmth of his balls pressing against it. The gorgeous woman held herself there for a good five seconds before coming up for air, gasping. Sticky tendrils of pre-cum glistened on her bottom lip in the early morning light. Ivan's cock was fully sheened in her slobber by now. Next she gripped that shaft with her fist, jerking him in a languid, enticing way as she looked up at him seductively. A jewel of pre-cum poked out at the cock's tip.
"Good morning, baby. Did you like your wake-up call?"
A soft but deep rumble of laughter greeted her.
"You always know how to get me going, love. Mmmm. I think it's time for your daily ass-fuck."
Every morning after Swathi woke up Ivan with her cock-sucking this was always the next part of their morning routine. Now the naked beauty turned around and put her ass up in the air for her captor. She heard him reach into the nightstand drawer for a bottle of lube. Soon she felt its liquid suddenly warming her as he poured a generous dollop of it into her wrinkled hole.
"Ahhh!" She groaned as she looked over her shoulder and saw him slathering more of the oil up and down the sides of his gigantic cock. It was a 10-incher, and thick. She knew that not all of that monstrosity was going to fit in her ass. It never did.
Now, Swathi braced her hands together and bowed her head, preparing her body for the inevitable. She stiffened as she felt the bulbous tip resting against her anal ring. Then Ivan began to push. With slow but inexorable firmness, he thrust that baseball bat of a dick inch by inch into the woman's tight ass. The slender captive let out a sharp breath of air and forced herself not to tighten up, urging her sphincter to allow the penetration.
"UGHHH!" Swathi was panting now, sweat beading on her brow as she focused on relaxing her muscles. No matter how many times he fucked her, those first few moments never got easier. But soon she'd acclimated to his rock-hard girth. Soon she felt her anal muscles clamping around the contours of his manhood firmly embedded between her butt cheeks. Soon he had a gentle rhythm going, letting her acclimate further to the brutal invasion of his cock.
"Mmmm," Ivan groaned appreciatively. He gripped her by the hips and began to pump in and out of her, admiring those smooth ass cheeks and relishing the sounds of her groans rapidly easing into moans of pleasure.
