What Happens In The Dark Ch 07

Dear Reader,

Thank you for your patience, again this chapter was a great pleasure to write and I hope you enjoy it too. If you haven't figured it out yet, this story has strong "Nonconsent" themes. If you don't like Nonconsent, this is not the story for you. If you don't mind, or even like Nonconsent, because fantasy is fantasy and you can enjoy the fantasy without deciding it means you need to go out and do this stuff, then enjoy. I do not condone any non-consensual activity, nor any illegal activities, now matter how often I include them in my stories. I believe you can learn from bad examples in stories and decide to be better. So enjoy the parts you find sexy, and learn from the parts that are stupid or bad. Anyways, here is the latest chapter!

~NaughtyPaladin

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(Steven)

The sun was still rising as we pulled up to our destination. It was about a two hour drive from my home, but now this was perfect. My time spent with Mr. Richards had paid off, and while I had skipped out on some of the inspections, almost buying the place sight unseen, seeing it for the first time it was... well... perfect.

"Wow..." Karen breathed. "It's so beautiful."

I smiled. Yep, this was a good move.

"I didn't know you had a second house." Karen sighed in admiration.

Talia, still wearing the sack over her head that I had requested she wear for the ride, perked up in the back seat.

"You can take the hood off and take a look." I told her.

Talia reached up and took the hood off, then gasped. "Beautiful."

Before us was a cabin, about three floors tall, with a steeply sloped single peak roof containing a few rows of solar panels. The walls least affected by the roof were dominated by large windows. One of these walls pointed towards us and the canyon behind us. The other wall pointed away from us and out over my private lake. Pine trees dominated the forest on the mountains around us, though a fair number of other trees dotted the peaks as well. The mountains surrounding us blocked all signs of civilization.

"Come on inside." I smirked, loving their reactions.

Talia took a deep breath. "Nothing beats the mountain air..."

Inside, I pulled out a piece of paper, and started following instructions. The previous owner had Starlink for his internet and I had taken that over. There was an app for the thermostat, window controls, monitoring the solar, and just about everything.

While I took command of my new mountain sanctuary, Karen and Talia began exploring.

"This is nice!" Karen admitted. "Though the decoration style seems off, like it isn't your style..."

"That's because it isn't." I admitted. "The previous owner was some California celeb, and from what I understand, they decided Hawaii was a better place for their vacation home. I guess they just ditched this place for the beaches."

"They just... left it?" Talia gaped in disbelief. "Fully furnished?"

"Yeah, I already had cleaners come in. The old bed was tossed and I had a new one brought in." I explained. "After I take stock of what we have in the pantry, I will be driving into town to get groceries and to run an errand. I expect you two to be moved in when I get back."

"So we live here now?" Karen wondered.

"Talia certainly does." I answered. "No one will see her here or report her. Which means her bitch of a mother can't try and drag Talia back into her clutches."

Talia swallowed.

"And in case you were wondering if you were right about the bitch, " I added, casting my phone to the TV mounted on the wall, "check this out."

"Breaking news," The newscaster in the video clip began, "recent kidnapping and rape victim, Talia Whitmore, age 21, has gone missing, and police are seeking any leads into where she may have gone."

Talia swallowed, looking at the picture of herself on the screen.

"This image was taken from a neighbor's Ring doorbell, showing Talia walking out after she escaped from captivity earlier this week." The newscaster continued. "Authorities are worried she may be mentally unstable following her traumatic encounter."

"My baby doesn't know what she's doing." Mrs. Whitmore cried. "She just needs to be brought home, safe and sound."

"This story has garnered little national attention, as the culprit seems to have released the victims willingly, but whoever he is, he is being sought by the police on charges of kidnapping, and rape." The newscaster stated dramatically.

"There is a distinct possibility that she is experiencing a mental breakdown of sorts, and her mother is seeking a legal guardianship over her, as Talia is recovering from this harrowing experience." A police chief, or some other self-important windbag, asserted.

"Ripped from her life, put through weeks of Hell on Earth, now her whereabouts are unknown and police are seeking any leads as to where Talia Whitmore has gone." The Newscaster reiterated.

I cut it off.

"Weeks of hell?" Karen laughed. "You seemed to enjoy your 'hell' pretty thoroughly."

Talia shrank. "She's actually... doing it..."

"The guardianship?" I asked.

"Yeah... she's threatened it before, but I didn't think she'd ever do it." Talia admitted quietly, hugging her shoulders.

I was tempted to tell her the odds of her mother being able to actually pull it off and get the guardianship were low, incredibly low. If she was found, the police would bring her in, she'd get a psych evaluation, and as soon as it was determined that she was mentally there, at least enough, the guardianship would fail.

Talia seemed to think otherwise. I couldn't figure out why though. Sure, Cassandra Whitmore was well-off, but I didn't think you could pay your way through court and just get what you wanted because you were rich. But I guess I hadn't been following Cassandra Whitmore very long, so maybe Talia knew something I didn't.

"Well, there is only one road heading up here, with a gate at the bottom." I told Talia. "There are fences around the entire two hundred acres I own, and there are 'no trespassing' postings everywhere. The previous owner was serious about his privacy, and set up cameras in multiple places around the property. I now have control of those video streams, so if anyone trespasses, I will know."

Talia seemed comforted, somewhat.

"Plus, as far away as we are from your home, it's going to be really crazy for them to pick this place out, in the middle of the mountains." I pointed out. "No one knows you are here, and there is no reason for them to look here."

"Thank you." Talia whispered, her hands protectively on her womb. "I'm glad to know we're safe."

I smiled, "Let me check the fridge, and I'll head to town. Oh, and if you want to redecorate, just let me know what you want to do. We can toss anything you want and get you new stuff. I'm not into the 'modern art' bullshit, so if you'd rather anything else, I'm game."

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(Karen)

Watching Steven pull out in his sexy black BMW, I felt a thrill. The trust our Master was putting in us, in me, was exhilarating. My pussy trembled and I was soaked. I almost wanted to flag him down to have him give me a proper railing and give my body the semen I'd become more and more addicted to, not that I was mad about that.

No, I could wait. But I absolutely hoped he'd fuck my brains out later. Maybe fuck Talia brainless too... I had become very fond of our threesomes in the last weeks of her time in the training room, I mean, Sex Dungeon.

"Well, we need to be ready when our Master gets back." I celebrated, rubbing my palms together happily.

"What do you mean?" Talia asked.

I rolled my head to look at her, "You aren't planning on looking like that when he gets back, are you?"

Talia looked down at her t-shirt and jeans. "What's wrong with it?"

"Well, you're wearing clothes." I chided. "Don't you want to celebrate our new sanctuary from your mom's stupidity? I know I want some of what our Master does so damn well." I shivered in anticipation.

"So, are you just... naked? All the time?" Talia asked.

"Why not be?" I wondered. "Let me tell you, having Master walk up behind you and just slip that wonderful dick in you by surprise..." God, I loved it when he did that. "Fuck! It's so good! And that basically only happens if you're naked any time you can be."

Talia nodded. "I suppose I owe him... whatever he wants."

"That's more like it!" I grinned. "Now, not that you have to be naked. We have some options."

"But you just said..." Talia murmured.

I opened my bag and pulled out my apron. "Some things don't get in the way." I laughed.

I couldn't wait to get out of my clothes. It wasn't until I'd had to be naked for such an extended period of time that I realized that I preferred to be as naked as I could be. Steven didn't mind keeping the temperatures where I could be comfortable wearing next to nothing, so I happily took him up on that.

Talia watched as I cinched my apron's ties.

"See, now... if he wants access." I demonstrated happily, "The apron can slip into my cleavage and the girls are all his. Ass? All his. Pussy?" I turned and bent over. "You seeing this access?"

"Yep. I see it." Talia acknowledged, blushing a bit.

"Oh, come on." I sighed. "You've sucked my tits and licked my pussy often enough you can't be embarrassed to see them still. I've seen you naked just as much, touched, licked and sucked on your boobs and pussy enough, you can't still be shy about it? Right?"

"I guess..." Talia struggled. "Mom always said I was lesbian, but... I much prefer..."

"Ah!" I realized. "Yeah, I'm with you. Give me a solid dick in my holes, any hole, any day over your tongue. That doesn't mean I don't know what Master likes, and I have some options for you if you want them."

"Options?" Talia asked.

I grinned and held up the one I was absolutely hoping she'd go for. Steven had bought me a fairly wide array of lingerie, and I had carefully taken notes of what made his cock twitch. "It's a good thing we're basically the same size."

"Are those... panties?" Talia was not impressed.

"Not just any panties." I wagged a finger at her. "The sexiest, most comfortable... full access crotchless panties."

Okay, I had no idea if they would be comfortable or not for her, but I wanted her wearing them, because I had 100% confidence that they would give Steven a steel erection and I hoped once she was fucked brainless, I could get a turn.

"Chop chop. Strip girlie." I clapped. "Gotta be ready when he gets back."

"Shouldn't we like, unpack first though?" Talia objected, as I reached over and began tugging at her shirt.

"If you are still unpacking when Steven gets back, you'll be bent over your luggage and accessible as fuck." I told her, "But if you aren't properly dressed yet, you'll just disappoint him."

Talia bit her lip as I lifted her shirt over her head.

"I can undress myself." She insisted, and finished stripping, as I laid out the panties and matching bra. The blue lace would absolutely not cover anything, but it wasn't supposed to. Talia was a gorgeous, sexy, 21-year-old, and pregnant with Master's child, so she didn't need it, but some sexy lingerie never hurt. I couldn't help but be jealous of her ass as she pulled that sexy lace over it. Her tight ass had that perfect, heart shape. Mine was just fat. I knew Master loved the feel of her ass in his hands, but try as I might, I couldn't get my ass to start getting that sweet, toned look that Talia just had naturally.

Master wasn't the type to like a giant ass, neither was he the type to go for the gigantic tits, thank goodness. Neither of us had giant asses, or giant tits. I mean, Talia's bitch of a mom had bigger boobs, but luckily Master was happy with what Talia and I had to offer. I just wished I could trade her asses. I wanted Master's hands all over my ass like they were all over hers.

She got her tits settled in the lacy cups, her quarter sized areolas sitting perfectly in a thin spot in the lace, like they were peeking out a window. Goddamn, she was fucking sexy. I was so damn jealous.

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(Talia)

I had to admit, I was glad for the lingerie. My boobs were the same size as Karen's, but her ass was better than mine. The lace might make me not look like a wood plank with tits. Karen's ass was just big enough, without being too big like my mom's. Karen's ass jiggled so perfectly when Master fucked her pussy or ass doggie-style. I saw the way he admired it.

Of course, I'd heard him mention that mom's ass was thick enough that he couldn't get into her ass as deep as he liked doggie-style. At least I didn't have that problem. That wonderful dick of his got SO deep in my ass, it was amazing.

It was weird, feeling the lace on my skin. It wasn't like wearing normal underwear. The silky lace parted to let my pussy peek through, and honestly, it was nice. After being naked so long, feeling my pussy rub against panties was obnoxious. The fact that my sensitive nipples also had thin spots, so while they weren't free and feeling the air, they weren't rubbing on something as bad as a padded bra. I didn't want to admit the thought of Master getting home, catching me bent at the waist, and just sticking that wonderful dick of his right into my depths... it made me wet.

"Sexy." Karen praised, her nipples making sexy bumps on the top of the apron she wore. I wish I could pull off that look. You needed more ass for that. Our boobs were about the same size, maybe hers were a touch bigger, but I could pull off that damn sexy look with the apron in my cleavage. I think.

"Time to start getting unpacked." Karen grinned.

"All right." I agreed.

Karen carried two of the bags and I followed, her amazing ass taunting me all the way up the stairs.

Karen was amazing. I wished I was more like her. She knew exactly what to do to please our Master, she was sexy, and it seemed that she had so many plans for how to help our Master reach whatever goals he had.

I was just the girl he got pregnant.

It was obvious that Master had an insatiable sexual appetite. He could fuck both of us and still seemed to be capable of more. I had accepted the fact that I was buying safety for me and my baby with my body. My mouth, throat, ass and pussy were his to use as he pleased as long as he kept me safe. That didn't mean I could expect to have any say over who else got to experience how good Master was with his dick.

I didn't even know how he found me, or why...

"Wow..." I murmured.

He had said he'd gotten a new bed, but he hadn't said it would be this big! The Master bedroom was huge, with a wall that was entirely a window looking out over the blue-green water of the lake. The bed stretched almost the entire width of the room! You could easily fit four, maybe five people on the bed, and could squeeze eight, maybe ten, people on the bed.

"He did go with the extra-wide Family-Size bed!" Karen celebrated. "Oh, so much space!" She flopped on her back on the bed and lifted her legs, clearly imagining what would probably be happening soon, her glistening folds already ready for Master's dick. "All the positions and techniques we can do on here."

I had already been wet, but now I was tingling. Why did she have to rub it in like that, that Master wasn't here right now? He'd clearly be turned on by her naked-maid look. Once he was done plowing her sexy slit, maybe I could get some. The lingerie helped me a bit, but I couldn't compete with Karen's sexiness.

"That sounds amazing." I admitted. "But won't we get the bed wet and stained?"

"Oh, Master always has protecting layers on any mattress other than the ones he has in the Sex Dungeon for when we're breaking in and training new girls." Karen shrugged, then pulled the sheet up. "Yep, there's the waterproof layer. You can squirt and he can pump so much of his cum in you that it's pooling around your ass, and the mattress will be fine. He probably has a ton of sheets he bought with the bed too."

"How rich is he?" I marveled.

"I don't know." Karen admitted. "But it seems like he's not just rich, he's rich rich."

Plenty of money to take care of me and my baby...

"You said that room is the Sex Dungeon?" I prodded. "For 'breaking in and training' new girls?"

"Yep!" Karen smiled. "Just like you, I was a real toxic feminist. Oh God, I was such a bitch." She winced. "But you know, a couple of weeks in the Sex Dungeon really showed me how crazy my worldview was. I thought I was as strong as any man, as smart as any man, and was just better." She shook her head. "He shattered those illusions real quick."

I nodded. I'd realized as fast as she had, apparently, that I was beat. Mom tried the entire time to escape. How pathetic her efforts had been just made it more obvious how outclassed we were. He had thought of everything. There were no ways out, nothing you could do, and nothing we could get on him. All we could really do is submit, or resist and suffer the consequences.

"He showed me how corrupt our society is." Karen told me. "We women have really let this modern world go to our heads. We act like we can do everything, and are better than everyone, but without men we'd be toast. We should find a good, strong man, like Master is, and submit to him. Not only does it feel amazing to let him do whatever he wants to your body, but... I'm happier this way. No need to worry about things like rent, or planning. I just have to do the things that make me valuable to him."

"Spreading your legs?" I suggested.

"I mean, that's my favorite way." Karen admitted. "But since I'm not wife material, I had to find another way."

"Not 'wife material'?" I gasped. She wasn't good enough for him? I was screwed!

"Yeah, my personality just... I need more rehabilitation." Karen admitted. "He's still fixing me. I'll be his little slut, and someone like you will be his wife, his queen."

I stared. Was she saying what I thought she was?

"But I'm just-" I tried to protest.

"Gorgeous, sexy, a perfect submissive," Karen told me with a dangerous look, she reached around and grabbed my butt. "With great tits, a fabulous ass... and you're breedable."

I flinched.

"You're perfect." Karen laughed.

"But you were here with him before me." I protested.

"Just because I got him first, doesn't make him mine." Karen shook her head.

"But why do you think I'm worthy?" I protested.

Then I realized I said 'worthy', not that I didn't want it. Did I want it? Did I want to be his wife? His queen? Why did that thought make me even wetter? Why did it make me tingle in all the places?

"Don't worry, soon we'll find the next girl, and you'll see how perfect you are to be his wife." Karen grinned.

I stared at her. "Wait, the next girl?"

Karen's smile grew broader, and somehow more sinister and more enticing at the same time...

"We can't stop now!" Karen pointed out. "Master deserves as many women as he wants, and there are plenty of prime choices to pick from!"

I was scared... and intrigued.

"So, did you choose me?" I wondered.

"Kinda." She admitted. "I found your mom. She was the one that really needed her eyes opened. You were just lucky and got brought along."

Lucky? Was I lucky to have been trapped in that room, restrained and then violated repeatedly until I was dumped at home, pregnant?

... if it hadn't happened, I wouldn't know, though. I wouldn't know how good sex could be. Mom would have kept pushing girls at me, and I might have never tried a dick. I may have been violated repeatedly, but each time he violated me... I came. I orgasmed. Over and over. I came so hard I squirted.