The dim torchlight flickered across the stone walls of Figarland Shamrock's underground lair, casting long shadows that danced like specters.
You knelt on the cold floor, chains rattling softly around your wrists, a constant reminder of your enslavement.
Shamrock stood before you, his muscular frame towering, clad in dark leather that hugged his broad shoulders and thick thighs.
His emerald eyes bored into you, cold and unyielding, as he paced slowly, deciding his next move.
"You're mine now," he growled, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down your spine.
He stopped, grabbing your chin roughly, forcing your gaze up to meet his.
"No more fighting it. Slaves obey."
You shook your head, heart pounding with defiance.
"I don't want this. Let me go."
But your words were weak, hollow against the iron grip of your chains and his will. He laughed, a harsh bark that echoed off the walls.
"Choice? You lost that when I claimed you." His fingers tightened, bruising your skin, before he released you with a shove.
He turned to a nearby table, selecting his favorite toy—a thick, black vibrating plug, ridged and unyielding, designed for maximum control. He held it up, smirking.
"This will remind you of your place."
You recoiled as he approached, but the chains held you fast. He yanked your hips up, positioning you on all fours.
"Spread," he commanded, and when you hesitated, he slapped your ass hard, the sting making you yelp.
No mercy in his touch. He lubed the toy minimally, then pressed it against your tight entrance, pushing it in without pause.
The ridges stretched you painfully, the vibration kicking on low as it settled deep inside.
"Please... stop," you whimpered, tears pricking your eyes.
But he only chuckled, flipping the switch to high, the buzz intensifying, forcing waves of unwanted pleasure through your body.
"You'll learn to crave it." He stripped off his pants, his thick cock springing free, already hard and veined, dripping pre-cum.
He gripped your hair, pulling your head back.
You resisted, lips pressed tight, but he forced your mouth open with his thumb, shoving his cock past your teeth.
He thrust deep, hitting the back of your throat, making you gag.
"That's it, take it all. My slave's mouth is for my use."
He fucked your face relentlessly, hips snapping forward, saliva dripping down your chin as he used you.
Between thrusts, words tumbled out of you when he pulled back for air.
"I... I love you, Shamrock. That's why I fight. It's not hate—it's love." Your voice cracked, vulnerable in the midst of degradation.
He paused, cock twitching against your lips, confusion flickering in his eyes.
"Love? What's that? Some weak human nonsense? I don't need it. I take what I want."
He shoved back in, harder, dismissing your confession as if it were dust.
Days blurred into a haze of submission under his rule. The toy became a constant, locked in place during meals, training, even sleep—vibrating at his whim to break your will.
You serviced him nightly, body aching from his rough demands, but that confession lingered, a spark in the darkness.
Then chaos erupted. Alarms blared through the base, the ground shaking from explosions. Raiders—rival warlords—stormed the halls, blades clashing against Shamrock's guards.
In the frenzy, they dragged you away, your chains clinking as rough hands hauled you into the night, the toy still buzzing faintly inside you.
"Let me go!" you screamed, but they bound you tighter, throwing you into a waiting vehicle.
Hours passed in terror, your mind racing to Shamrock—would he even care?
He did. Fury like a storm unleashed. Shamrock tore through their hideout, a whirlwind of rage. Blood sprayed as he cleaved enemies with his sword, his roars echoing.
"Where is she?" he bellowed, kicking down doors, leaving a trail of corpses. When he burst into the room where they held you, his eyes locked on yours—wild, possessive, something deeper burning beneath the anger.
The raiders barely had time to react. He slaughtered them in seconds, bodies crumpling at his feet. You stared, heart hammering, as he approached, chest heaving, covered in gore.
Without a word, he snapped your bonds, but instead of comfort, he grabbed you by the waist, slamming you against the wall.
"Mine," he snarled, ripping your tattered clothes away. His hands were everywhere—bruising your thighs, pinching your nipples until you cried out.
The toy was still there, forgotten in the kidnapping, now a trigger for his reclaiming.
"Shamrock... you came for me," you gasped, as he yanked the plug free with a brutal twist, making you arch in pain and relief.
"No one takes what's mine." He didn't wait, didn't gentle. He spun you around, bending you over a crate, and thrust his cock into your pussy in one savage stroke.
You screamed, the stretch burning, but he didn't stop—pounding deep, hips slamming against your ass.
"Fuck, you're tight," he grunted, one hand fisting your hair, the other gripping your hip hard enough to mark.
Each thrust was punishing, his balls slapping against you, driving him to the hilt.
"It hurts... but... I love you," you sobbed, pushing back despite the pain, the confession spilling again amid the roughness.
He faltered for a split second, buried deep, then growled, "Love... is this? Fighting for you? Killing for you?" His pace quickened, brutal, no mercy—fucking you like he owned every inch, which he did.
He reached around, fingers finding your clit, rubbing roughly to force your pleasure.
"Yes! It's you... claiming me," you moaned, body betraying you as orgasm built against your will.
He flipped you onto your back on the crate, legs over his shoulders, folding you in half. His cock plunged back in, hitting your cervix with each ram.
"Then love this—my cock owning your pussy." Sweat dripped from his brow, muscles straining as he railed you, the room filling with wet slaps and your mingled cries.
"Harder," you begged, lost now, the fury in his eyes awakening something in you.
He obliged, grabbing the discarded toy and shoving it into your ass without warning, turning it on full blast.
The dual penetration made you convulse, pussy clenching around him. "Take it all, slave. Cum on my cock."
You shattered, screaming his name as waves crashed over you, milking him. He followed with a roar, flooding your pussy with hot cum, thrust after thrust until it leaked out around him.
Panting, he collapsed over you, still inside, his forehead against yours. "Love... I think I get it now. It's this fire. For you."
You smiled weakly, spent and claimed, his slave forever in the heat of his newfound understanding.
