Page 15 of Code of Captivity

My hands didn't reach my head as a silent scream left me breathless. He was in too deep, but he didn't stop. He raised himself up and did the same again. The rhythm was steady, but it didn't stop the pain. I managed to place my hands beneath my head while he stared at me.

Oh, God. He was staring into my eyes as he used me.

“Whose cunt is this, bunny?” he asked, smacking his pelvis against mine.

“Y-Your-Your’s, Master,” I stammered with each deep thrust, staring into those monstrous blue eyes.

“Yes, this is my new home. Inside my new cum dumpster. Ready, willing and oh, so wet,” he said as my eyes began to flutter. “Yes, you dirty whore, cum. CUM!”

I wailed as I came between pleasure and despair. He pulled the pleasure out of me without even trying. Even as I began to cry, my pussy clamped around him. It was a sickness, a rot that had taken root deep inside me, spreading its tendrils through my very soul.

His face twisted into the cruel, vile human I knew him to be. He knew what he was doing to me, and he was getting off on it because behind the cruelty, there was pleasure. His sharp, deep thrusts continued until his face became distorted.

“Good cunt,” he roared before driving deep inside me, and his hot cum erupted.

He came inside me while I lay there crying. No one had made me hate myself like this since I was a child.

Chapter 11

Adrik

Every so often, I would glance at her screen, but all I saw were random numbers and letters in green. Other times, the codes were in white, blue, red and green. I gave her access to her backpack hoping we could find out who the Fox was.

The image of her cumming on my cock, weeping during and after she came, was seared into my brain. Her body was telling her one thing, but her mind another. Each element was tearing at one another, and last night was a beautiful result of that torment. I loved being a sadistic fuck.

“How many of your men are computer literate?” she asked, looking away from her laptop.

I glanced at her naked tits before raising my eyebrow at her.

“Master, sorry,” she said, her cheeks flushed pink as she apologised.

“They all know how to reset a router for the wifi,” I said to her. “What have you found?”

“Not a lot. A possible location but when I checked it out it turned out to be an internet cafe,” she said with a frown.

“I can use that. Send me the details.”

I received an email from her.

“Is that safe to open?” I asked sarcastically.

Her blush ran from her cheeks to her chest but she nodded and looked away. I sent the details to Viktor. He replied instantly with some additional information about a man looking for mykrolik. I looked the man up and he was a billionaire. A powerful man in his industry. As far as I could there were no corruption allegations against him or his company.

“There’s been a man snooping around, asking questions he shouldn't. Rurik Abrosimov,” I said, waiting for her reaction.

Her fingers froze over the keyboard.

“Who is he,Zayka?” I asked ever so softly, but the thought of her being with another man, giving him what I owned, was unacceptable to me. “Who is he toyou?”

She jumped when I raised my voice.

“A friend. Rurik is a friend. I-I’ve never met him in person,” she stammered.

“And why would a man who’s never met you request an audience with me?” I asked, and her eyes widened.

The throat I wanted to ring gulped just above my collar. The shining plaque with my name on it caught my eye. I grabbed her neck, gripping my fingers and thumb around her.

“I’ve known him for years, and I've done a lot of work for him. He is a businessman. We gradually became friends by corresponding with one another.”

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