Page 33 of Code of Captivity

“This dirty little asshole is always hungry for more,” he murmured before pushing the phallus-shaped tip inside my ass.

The hard bulbous tip slipped in with ease, and Master began to push it further, making me moan.

“That’s it fuck toy. You were a bad little Bunny. This is what happens to naughty little fuck bunnies who don't obey,” he said, pushing the hard handle in deeper.

“I’m sorry, I tried, but—” I began to say until he started to fuck me with the handle. “Ooh.”

I began to moan and feel the deep ache inside of me again.

“You dirty little ass slut, you'remydirty ass slut,” he said, speeding up his movements, dragging the handle against my insides, violently sodomising me.

The sick twisted whore in me pushed my ass up for more pain. “Yes—Ahhhh.”

“Thank you, Master. Thank you for fucking my ass with your whip,” I cried out to him, keeping my ass relaxed as he continued to push the handle in and out of me.

“Yes, you take it. Take it all, Bunny,” he said, pushing it so deep that I felt his hand at the end of the handle.

My muscles began to clench around the handle, but then he stopped. I felt him pull one of the towels beneath me. A few moments later, he lifted me up by the waist and transferred me to the ottoman. I was still left on my belly, and I tried to move my hands but forgot about the short straps. Master’s white towel appeared before me.

“Open,” he commanded, and I opened my mouth while he tugged the towel off to unveil his erect cock, throwing the towel on the floor.

He stood up to straddle the ottoman and pushed his heavy cock into my mouth. There was no easing into me. He held my head up and thrust into me, hitting the back of my throat. He swung his hips with a groan before tilting my head up to fuck my throat.

“Come on, Bunny, let me fuck your throat,” he said, moving back only to force his way past my throat.

I blinked the tears away and relaxed my throat as I felt him stretch the back of my throat to lodge himself inside it.

“You were made to be used like a fucking whore,” he growled, swinging his hips back and forth, causing my spit to dribbledown my lip and onto the mask. “That’s all you are to me, Bunny. A set of holes to use and dump my cum into.”

I closed my eyes at his cruel words, and even as he continued to use me, it didn't stop me from enjoying it. Tears burned in my eyes as I tried not to let them fall out of my tightly clenched eyes. He didn't care as he brutalised my throat, battering his cock down my neck. Hell, he probably knew that I enjoyed it, but it left me wallowing in self-depreciation.

His words cut into me like knives, but I’d swallowed sharper ones before. The ones I’d carved into myself for years: Worthless. Unlovable. Born to fail. Yet somehow, his voice made them feel fresh again. A tear escaped, hot, wet and dripped behind the mask I hid behind. So why did it hurt?

I craved this—how his contempt mirrored my soul's darkness. The way his hands, cruel as they were, anchored me to the present, drowning out the ghosts of older pains. But then...why did my chest ache?

Because part of me was still stupid enough to hope.

The realisation was worse than any slap to my face. Hope for what? That he'd see me—really see me? That this monster, who wore brutality like a second skin, would ever treat me well?

Pathetic.

I was pathetic.

I arched into his grip, a silent plea for more. If he couldn't give me tenderness, I'd take his hatred. It was all I deserved.

“Yes,chlenososka,you are here toserve,” he said with a mirthless laugh while his fingers moved down to my throat, gripping me only to fuck me faster.Cock sucker.

I took it all. His harsh, degrading words, every thrust of his cock, and I opened my eyes to see him looking down at me. Istared into the cold blue eyes, defiant. His lips tightened, and his eyes narrowed on mine. Without looking away, he slammed himself deeper until his balls hit my face, punishing me for not breaking for him.

“Lick my balls,” he snapped angrily, pressing his pelvis against my face, holding me hostage.

I closed my eyes and swallowed, my throat rippling around his cock while sticking my tongue out to lick his balls, grazing them with the tip of my tongue. I swallowed again and again until my tongue reached more of his balls. He groaned and pulled out, leaving me gasping for air and blinking my tears away.

He was gone until I felt him between my legs. He spread my legs until my knees came off the ottoman, but the restraints held them chained to my neck. His cock pushed into my pussy. I focused on the dull pain from his whipping, my raw throat and aching nipples until he began to fuck me with the handle.

I began to cry out at the twisted pain and pleasure as he thrust into my pussy. He left me open and exposed with nowhere to hide but behind the mask of an animal. He pulled back the handle and his cock before thrusting them back in. He fucked me fast, slow, deep and shallow, teasing me and punishing me until I began to crest, only to pull away. He pushed the handle back inside of me before he appeared before me.

I opened my mouth in anticipation as he straddled the ottoman. Without a word, he used the rabbit ears to tilt my head up, placing his cock on my outstretched tongue.

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