The Queen Subdued in the Brotherhood’s Dungeon

The journey to the cellar was a silent parade of broken wills. Vera walked with the heaviness of someone who had already won the war, her boots ringing against the dirt floor of the Compound with an authority that needed no words. Behind her, the chain binding Nadia and Tobías tinkled with a metallic rhythm, a constant reminder of everything they had lost.

Despite the humiliation, Nadia kept her mind burning like an ember in the darkness. Her hunter’s intellect worked at full speed, analyzing every angle, every possible source of pain, trying to raise a psychological wall to protect her from what was coming. She knew Vera was nothing like the guards: the redhead took pleasure in the technical process of destruction.

As they crossed the threshold, the air grew dense, saturated with old leather, mineral oil, and rancid sweat. Nadia did not flinch at the sight before her. The walls were lined with an almost surgical collection of whips, fiberglass riding crops, and steel gags that gleamed beneath the yellowish light of a single bulb. The center of the room was dominated by a solid wooden sawhorse, its grain darkened by years of use. This was not a dungeon for punishment, but for erasing identities.

Without a word, Vera seized her by the neck and forced her against the cold wood of the sawhorse. With mechanical efficiency, she immobilized her: wrists trapped in iron shackles, neck locked into the upper stock, head forced downward. Then she fastened her feet to the supports, stretching her body until every tendon protested the strain. She tore away the fabric covering her backside with one sharp tug, leaving her ass and cunt completely bare, exposed, her buttocks spread by the sawhorse’s position.

“I always knew you’d end up in my hands, brunette,” Vera whispered, breaking the silence with a voice full of professional satisfaction. “Queens always fall. And I love picking up the pieces. Look at that pretty ass of yours, so tight and neat. It’ll be a shame to break it.”

Nadia, her face pressed against the wood, turned her head just enough to pin her with a look of pure hatred.

“Do what you have to do,” she spat, with one final glimmer of the hunter shining in her pupils.

Vera let out a dry laugh and, without warning, fitted her with a rigid leather gag, tightening the straps until her jaw creaked.

“You know I hate screams. They’re unprofessional,” she declared, disappearing into the shadows behind her prey.

Nadia closed her eyes, preparing for the riding crop’s fire. Seconds passed. The silence was absolute, broken only by the frantic beating of her own heart. Sweat ran down her back, but the blow did not come. The anticipation began to hurt more than the pain itself. Suddenly she heard uneven footsteps dragging across the floor.

Vera reappeared in her field of vision, but she was not carrying a weapon. She was bringing Tobías by the leash.

The man was a wreck. His swollen, bruised face from the beating Darko had given him was the very image of defeat. Tobías, who had once sold his soul to Nadia out of sheer devotion, now stared at the floor with the eyes of a half-dead lamb. Vera stopped him directly in front of the sawhorse, forcing him to witness the absolute vulnerability of his former mistress.

“You piece of shit, tell me who’s in charge,” she barked, yanking the chain with such violence that his vertebrae creaked.

Tobías slowly raised his eyes. He looked at Nadia, trapped and gagged, and then at Vera. In his trauma-shattered mind, a dark epiphany took shape: loyalty was not a commitment, but an instinct toward whoever wielded the whip. In the redhead’s eyes he saw the same absolute evil as in Darko, a force of nature that could not be fought.

“You… you’re in charge,” he whispered, his voice broken by total submission.

He had discovered the truth of the Compound: whoever held the leash was right. Behind the gag, Nadia gave a muffled moan of fury. Seeing her last ally acknowledge another woman as his owner struck deeper than any mark on her skin. It was the end of her small universe of power. Vera smiled, stroking Tobías’s head as though he were a domesticated animal, while her eyes fixed on the brunette’s naked back.

***

The atmosphere turned electric. With a brusque movement, Vera slapped Tobías, the blow cracking against the sheet-metal walls. Without giving him time to recover, she grabbed him by the hair and forced his humiliated eyes into the dominatrix’s icy pupils.

“I am your mistress, and that is the only thing your little brain needs to process,” she hissed. “The rest of your existence is noise.”

She threw him against the cold concrete with utter contempt. Tobías hit the floor, but made no complaint.

“Kiss my feet, trash,” she ordered.

At that moment, something inside him finished breaking and fusing back together at the same time. He felt a spasm of violent arousal beneath the coldness of his chastity cage: he loved the weight of the redhead’s power over him. With a devotion bordering on the religious, he began to lick and kiss the leather of her boots, moving upward over her skin with pathetic urgency. In his mind, Vera was now the sun around which his entire life revolved. Broken and ruined, he craved only a hard hand that would treat him like the waste he felt himself to be.

From the immobility of the sawhorse, Nadia felt a perverse stab of pride. Despite everything, she analyzed Tobías with clinical eyes: her months of work had turned him into the perfect slave. She had molded clay so malleable that it now served another mistress with the same intensity. Perfect, she thought, though the irony of being trapped while her creation blossomed left a bitter taste in her mouth.

Vera moved away indifferently toward a metal table where a black leather case rested. She took out a syringe filled with amber liquid and, without warning, drove the needle into Tobías’s arm.

“This is to make your engine run at a thousand revolutions,” she murmured. Then she produced a small golden key and unlocked the chastity cage, which fell to the floor with a definitive tinkling sound.

Tobías’s cock, compressed beneath the steel for weeks, sprang out swollen, red, and throbbing. The drug raced through his veins like liquid fire, dilating his pupils and turning his breathing into an animal pant. His member became hard as a bar within seconds, already gleaming with its own pre-cum. Vera pointed to it with the tip of her riding crop and smiled.

“Look at that, dog. Look how hard your cock gets when I let you. That cock isn’t yours anymore; it’s mine. And today I’m going to lend you a hole to use it in.”

She turned the riding crop and pointed at Nadia’s exposed ass.

“I want you to fuck her,” she ordered in an administratively cold tone. “I want to see you break this idiot’s ass. Put it in up to the balls, without lubricant, without mercy. It’s time she understood that this is where her life ends forever.”

Tobías hesitated for a second. Deep in his psyche, a remnant of respect—or perhaps terror—remained for the woman who had first possessed him. He looked at Nadia uncertainly. The answer came in the form of a sharp blow to the jaw.

“Do it, dog!” the dominatrix roared. “Fuck her like the whore she is.”

He looked at her again. Seeing her reduced to an immobilized body, her head trapped, her buttocks spread and her pink asshole pointing toward the ceiling from the tension of the sawhorse, made his virility react with a violence that frightened him. He did not know whether it was the chemical in his blood or the realization of a forbidden fantasy: defiling his former mistress, a dream that only days before had seemed impossible. He stood, trembling, his cock pointing forward like a spear, and positioned himself behind her. He gripped her hips with both hands, digging his fingers into her flesh, and spread her ass with his thumbs to get a good look at what he was about to break in.

Nadia’s eyes opened wide beneath the sweat. Panic pierced her armor of coldness for the first time. No one had ever claimed that territory: the last bastion of her physical integrity. Her ass was a virgin. Feeling Tobías’s aroused body heat, the smell of sweat and drugs, the throbbing glans sliding between her buttocks and searching for the opening, turned her insides. Even so, she clenched her teeth behind the gag. Hold on, she ordered herself. If she ever wanted to regain her freedom, she had to survive the demolition of her own flesh.

***

The air filled with an electric hum. Driven by chemical frenzy, Tobías spat on Nadia’s asshole and rubbed the tip of his cock against the small puckered ring. She tightened every muscle, trying to close the last door of her dignity, squeezing her sphincter with all her strength. But he pushed, bracing his weight against her body, and the glans began forcing its way inside. She felt the flesh give millimeter by millimeter, a searing pressure that seemed to tear her apart from within. The crown of his cock breached the ring with a wet snap and plunged into her all at once. A dull, agonized scream was trapped in the leather of the gag as he buried himself to the balls with a bestial thrust that slammed her violently against the wood.

“That’s it, dog,” Vera urged from one side, the riding crop resting against her own shoulder. “Put it all the way in. Let her feel every inch. Drive it into her guts.”

Tobías obeyed like a drugged automaton. He pulled his cock almost to the edge, revealing the gleam of Nadia’s open ass stretched around the glans, then plunged it back in with a dry, hard thrust. The brunette’s buttocks slapped against the man’s hips with every drive, producing a fleshy sound that echoed through the cellar. She panted, drooling around the gag, tears of rage rolling down her face. Pain rose through her spine in waves: it was as though a hot iron were opening her intestine with every thrust.

“Look at the little queen crying,” Vera mocked, coming closer and gripping her chin. “Your damn whore’s mascara is running. And the worst is still to come. Do you feel that cock in your ass, Nadia? It’s your faithful dog splitting you open. Your creature. Your masterpiece. Aren’t you proud?”

At that moment of greatest vulnerability, Vera appeared in front of her holding a razor that purred metallically.

“You’re nothing now, Nadia. Just a bitch. And my bitches go shaved,” she declared.

Without the slightest delicacy, she pressed the blades into Nadia’s forehead. The dark locks that had always framed her cold, calculating beauty began raining onto the filthy floor, mixing with sweat and dust. Nadia shook her head desperately, an instinctive movement to save the last thing she had left of her identity, but the stock held her fast. Every pass of the machine reminded her that her status was being erased forever.

Oblivious to everything, Tobías drove into her with a brutal cadence. He gripped her waist for better leverage and changed his rhythm, now pounding his cock into her ass with short, rapid thrusts that made her creak against the wood. Nadia’s mind was a whirlwind of agony: the lacerating pain of her violated ass mingled with the humiliation of feeling her skull stripped bare, with the disgust of hearing the obscene sloshing of her own body being drilled. Her will screamed at her to endure, but her body began betraying her. The drug did not merely make Tobías more tireless; his thrusts were so rhythmic and deep that they rubbed against her inner walls from inside, and that constant friction began radiating a treacherous heat toward her cunt. In horror, she felt her vulva growing wet, her lips swelling, her clitoris throbbing between her spread legs. The initial pain began transforming into involuntary arousal. Her cries, previously ones of pure suffering, began taking on hoarse moans that betrayed a forced climax. A transparent thread was already running down the inside of her thigh.

“Look at that,” Vera murmured, sliding two fingers through her soaked cunt and displaying them before her face, glistening. “You’re dripping, whore. You like having your ass broken. You’re a fake little slut, Nadia. A filthy slut who plays tough while she gets wet like a bitch.”

When she finished shaving her, Vera switched off the machine and looked with contempt at the bruised scalp and the eyes rolled back from unwanted pleasure. With a sharp gesture, she took the collar’s remote and pressed the button.

A high-voltage shock raced along Nadia’s spine, arching her body with such violence that it nearly broke her restraints. The pleasure evaporated instantly, replaced by the smell of burning flesh and a scream of pure agony. Every muscle contracted, squeezing her ass around Tobías’s cock with such force that the man moaned like an animal.

“No one gave you permission to enjoy yourself, bitch,” Vera hissed, slapping her so hard that her face turned. “How pathetic you look, with a cock full of ass and your cunt dripping. You remind me so much of your sister…”

Nadia, trembling from the shock, raised her eyes, clouded with tears. She thought of Carla, the haughty woman she had seen leaving the cellar only a few hours earlier.

“But don’t worry; a less… definitive fate awaits you,” the redhead continued with cruel mockery. “Your sister must already be feeling the embrace of the sensory-nullification mask. If she enters that darkness, she’ll never come back. She’ll lose even the memory of her own name.”

An icy chill filled her stomach. She knew perfectly well what the sensory-nullification mask Adrián designed meant: death in life, the burial of the soul inside a body that kept breathing. If Carla suffered that fate, the bloodline would officially be exterminated.

“You, on the other hand, have physical potential,” Vera said, running the riding crop over her body while Tobías continued moving behind her, now with slower but deeper thrusts, almost methodical. “Good tits. Good ass, though it’ll be a little loose after tonight. You’re going to be my mare. You’re going to learn to pull a cart, obey the crack of the whip, spread your legs every time a male gets behind you, and forget that you ever had hands for anything other than crawling.”

The hatred in Nadia’s eyes mingled with genuine terror. Surrounded by her own shorn hair, with her former slave’s cock drilling into her ass, her cunt swollen and dripping against her will, beneath the redhead’s shadow, she understood that her fall had no bottom. Her only hope was that her mind would be strong enough not to break like her sister’s.

***

The atmosphere grew suffocating, heavy with the metallic smell of blood and the stench of sex. Tobías, driven to the limit by the frenzy of defiling his former mistress, accelerated his pace. He dug his nails into her hips, plunging in until his balls slapped against Nadia’s soaked cunt, breathing like a beast. He felt his testicles tighten, the pressure rising from deep inside. Vera noticed and smiled.

“Come on, dog. Fill her ass. Unload all your cum inside her. Let her know what it feels like to have a male inside her.”

With one final thrust that made the sawhorse’s structure creak, Tobías tensed from head to toe. His cock swelled inside Nadia, throbbing, and began shooting jet after jet of hot semen against the brunette’s intestinal walls. She let out a cry that tore through the last of her composure as she felt the invading heat fill her from within, wave after wave. Tobías kept moving for long seconds, milking himself inside her, until he collapsed across her back like dead weight, panting against her nape. When he finally withdrew, his cock slid out with a wet sound, and a thick strand of semen spilled from Nadia’s open ass, running over her perineum and dripping onto the floor. The evidence of the violence was unmistakable: her red, swollen asshole, unable to close completely, continued spilling the man’s semen.

Vera gave a sharp signal for him to position himself in front of the brunette’s face. With a brusque movement, she undid the gag, freeing Nadia’s mouth even though her lips trembled from the shock. A thread of saliva hung from the corner of her mouth.

“Clean it,” she ordered, her voice turned into a whip of contempt. “With your tongue. All of it. Every drop. Then swallow it.”

Nadia fixed her eyes on the limp, filthy cock of the man she herself had trained to be a submissive dog, who now demanded the ultimate humiliation from her. The glans gleamed with a mixture of semen, saliva, and residue from her own ass. The smell made her gag. In one final act of defiance, she clenched her teeth and sealed her lips, fixing the dominatrix with an iron stare. Vera did not flinch; on the contrary, a predatory smile curved her mouth. She moved slowly behind her prey, unwinding a braided leather whip.

“When she opens her mouth, shove it down her throat,” she instructed Tobías. “Make her choke on it.”

Then the storm began. The first lash cracked across Nadia’s back, raising an instant welt. She clenched her jaw so hard that her gums began to bleed, refusing to give Vera the pleasure of her surrender. Hot tears traced her cheeks, but her silence was her only weapon. The redhead enjoyed the challenge: every blow was more precise, more technical, seeking the points where the pain was sharpest. One lash crossed over her left nipple. Another opened a red line across her buttocks. Another sank between her thighs, grazing her swollen cunt.

The punishment escalated until a masterful strike wrapped around her ribs. The air left her lungs and an involuntary shriek escaped her throat. In that microsecond of weakness, Nadia opened her mouth to catch her breath, and Tobías, obeying by pure instinct, stuffed his dirty cock all the way inside. The glans struck her uvula. The taste of semen mixed with the bitter residue of her own ass exploded across her tongue. She felt her throat close in a spasm of retching, saliva pouring from the corners of her mouth, mucus filling her nose with the effort. With one hand on her bald nape, Tobías held her in place and moved in and out of her mouth, fucking her face with short thrusts.

The disgust was the trigger. By pure reflex, with the fury of a cornered beast, Nadia clamped down with hydraulic force. Her teeth sank into the soft flesh of his foreskin, and the man let out a howl that echoed throughout the cellar. He tried to retreat, struggling and pulling his head backward, but she had him anchored by the cock, ready to tear it off if that was what it took to recover a gram of pride. She tasted the coppery flood of blood filling her mouth.

“Stupid bitch!” Vera roared, losing her professional calm for an instant.

The redhead delivered a sharp, powerful blow directly to her stomach. The impact was so precise that it caused a violent contraction, forcing her to release her captive. Tobías took the opportunity to wrench himself free and fell to the floor, rolling around and clutching his bloody crotch while sobbing like a child.

“You fucking faggot… if you ever put that cock in my mouth again, I’ll bite it off and swallow it,” Nadia thundered, her voice hoarse and charged with savage pride, spitting blood and semen onto the concrete.

Vera did not wait. She slapped her so violently that her head struck the stock. When she recovered her sight, her eyes, ringed by bruises and stripped of their frame of hair, looked at the redhead with such profound contempt that the air seemed to grow cold. She was shaved, wounded, her ass destroyed and dripping, defeated, yet her mind remained a battlefield Vera had still not entirely conquered.

***

With a technical coldness bordering on the inhuman, Vera took a steel ring gag. She covered Nadia’s nose, forcing her to open her mouth in search of oxygen, and in that second of suffocation shoved the metal ring between her teeth, locking her jaw in a permanent, humiliating opening. Nadia’s tongue was left exposed, a pink flap visible to everyone, unable to contain the saliva that began falling in thick strands over her chest.

“Get up, useless thing,” she barked at Tobías, who was still writhing. “Get yourself cleaned. He’s your owner now, Nadia.”

Then she began outfitting her new beast of burden. She spread Nadia’s buttocks and inserted a huge black plug, with a thick horsehair tail protruding from its end. Nadia’s asshole, already destroyed by Tobías, stretched around the plug’s thick base with a wet snap. A muffled moan escaped her open mouth. The steel harness sealed her crotch, pressing against the plug’s base to keep it from moving and also compressing the lips of her cunt. Toothed clamps bit into her swollen nipples, tearing a spasm from her, and remained connected by wires to small bells that tinkled with every tremor. Finally, Vera fitted her with rigid hoof boots: when Nadia stood, she was forced to support all her weight on the tips of her feet, the horsehair tail hanging from her ass and swaying between her thighs with every movement.

“Hold her tight,” she ordered.

Tobías held her with strength reinforced by adrenaline while Vera released the sawhorse’s locks. Nadia tried to fight, but her arms were forced backward into an immobilizer joining her wrists and elbows, leaving her chest exposed and her tits pointing toward the ceiling. Finally, the redhead removed the ring gag and replaced it with a bridle fitted with an iron bit.

The horror became real when she harnessed Nadia to a heavy draft cart using metal tubes anchored to the harness and nylon ropes wrapped around her shoulders. The powerful huntress was now a draft animal.

“Giddy up!” Vera shouted, climbing onto the cart and snapping the riding crop across her already marked buttocks.

Nadia, sunk toward the floor, cried silently behind the iron bit. She could not breathe; the bridle made every breath difficult. At the third crack, survival instinct overcame the pain. Knowing the redhead would not stop until she broke her body or spirit, she used every last gram of strength in her legs. The boots scraped against the concrete. The cart began to move, inch by inch, her shoulders bleeding beneath the ropes. A massive electric shock burst from the collar and made her collapse again.

“Giddy up!” Vera roared again, snapping the whip beside her ears.

To tame a woman like Nadia, one first had to demolish the architecture of her physical pride. There would be no rest, no reprieve, no silence. Only the weight of the cart, the pain of the hooves, and the relentless rhythm of an owner who accepted nothing less than absolute submission. Bathed in sweat and tears, Nadia began trotting erratically. With every stride, the plug moved inside her ass, rubbing against the walls already raw, while the clamps on her nipples shook and tinkled like an obscene carillon.

***

For two interminable hours, her world shrank to the pounding of the boots against the floor, the humiliating tinkling of the bells, and the crack of the whip reminding her, whenever the cart grew too heavy, that she was no longer a person. Pride is fuel that runs out when the body breaks.

When the course was over, Vera led her to a secondary cellar, narrower, with rows of steel cages designed so that the occupant could never stand completely upright. She unhitched the cart, removed the horsehair tail with a single tug—the plug came out with a wet snap, leaving Nadia’s asshole gaping, unable to close—and, without looking her in the eyes, locked her inside.

“Fuck her as much as you want. She’s all yours, dog,” she declared before slamming the gate shut with a metallic roar that sealed both their fates that night.

Nadia, still wearing the bridle, tried to form an insult, but only a muffled growl came from her throat. Before she could regain her balance on the hoof boots, she felt Tobías slam into her body. The man threw her against the concrete with a violence that knocked out what little air she had left. He put a knee in her back to immobilize her and yanked her legs apart.

“Cry all you want. I won’t stop,” he hissed in her ear, with a rancor she did not recognize.

In his mind, the image of Nadia as a deity or mistress had disintegrated, replaced by that of a creature who deserved every gram of suffering. There was no respect left, only the hunger to collect a debt of humiliation he considered justice. His cock, hard again from the drug still running through his veins, blindly sought the brunette’s cunt and plunged inside with one shove. Nadia screamed through the bit. It was the first time a male had entered her from the front in years, and it happened at the worst possible moment, with her inner walls already battered and sensitive. Tobías moved over her like an animal, pounding her cunt with a brutal, blind rhythm, crushing her tits against the cold floor and biting her bald nape. When he came inside her for the second time that night, he barely paused before pulling out his dripping cock and guiding it again toward her ruined ass. He pushed it in with obscene ease, sliding through the remnants of semen still leaking from there, and began again.

The night became an endless cycle of pain and panting. Cunt, ass, mouth, cunt, ass, mouth. Tobías gave her no respite: he used her like a toy he had waited his whole life to unwrap. He came across her face, shoved it into her while she cried, put her on all fours and mounted her as a dog mounts a bitch in heat, gripping her hips and pulling her back onto him to drive himself all the way in. Every load he released inside her was another signature on her new status. When the first trace of gray light filtered through the cracks, Tobías collapsed in a corner of the cage, his cock still half-hard and gleaming with fluids, and fell into a heavy, animal sleep.

Nadia was left alone, curled into a fetal position atop a warm puddle of semen and saliva. The tears finally overflowed her eyelids, wetting the cold metal of the bit. She was shaved, wounded, used in every hole, and imprisoned by the same man she had believed she had domesticated. Her cunt burned. Her ass, unable to close completely, continued spitting white threads that cooled on her thighs. As the silence was broken only by the snores of her executioner, a wrenching question repeated itself in her mind: how was it possible that the huntress had ended up as the most humiliated prey of all?

***

The harsh light of dawn brought no hope, only the return of the nightmare. Nadia woke with her body numb and her soul fragmented, feeling Tobías’s invasion anew as he was already mounting her from behind. He had woken with a hard cock and, without explanation, shoved it into her ass, taking advantage of the fact that she was still open and slick. There was no struggle now; extreme exhaustion and a treacherous rush of endorphins made her surrender. Beneath the straps that still held her immobilized, her body responded with a biological submission that shamed her: she felt her cunt grow wet again despite her disgust, her injured nipples tighten against the floor, each thrust tearing an animal moan of pleasure from her in spite of herself. That animal fullness, that passive acceptance of being fucked to the hilt by the male who had impregnated her all night, was the first step in her dissolution as a human being. When he came inside her for the umpteenth time, she did not cry. She merely breathed slowly, letting the hot semen fill her.

Vera appeared among the shadows, watching with the satisfaction of a sculptor seeing her work take shape. Seeing Nadia submitting to it, her buttocks raised to receive the thrusts better, she knew the huntress’s spirit had finally been buried beneath the rubble of flesh. She removed her from the cage, leaving Tobías roaring in frustration behind the bars, his cock still erect and dripping, and led her to a stable where the air smelled of charcoal and burned meat. Tied to a post, Nadia felt the primal terror that freezes the blood when she saw the redhead draw a glowing iron from the fire. At the end of the metal, a branding mark glowed with demonic light: the brotherhood’s definitive seal.

“No… mercy…” she tried to plead, but the sounds were lost behind the iron bit, reduced to plaintive moans.

Vera did not hesitate. With surgical precision, she pressed the iron against Nadia’s thigh. The hiss of burning skin filled the stable, followed by a sharp odor that made her convulse. The pain was not merely physical: it was a bolt that incinerated her past and her claims to greatness. For an eternity of three seconds, the fire claimed her soul, and her nervous system collapsed into a merciful faint.

Waking was a lash of ice-cold water returning her to agony. When Vera raised her hand, Nadia did not try to defend herself; she simply closed her eyes and lowered her head in a gesture of absolute submission, waiting for the blow.

“You’re not Nadia anymore. Now you’re a mare,” the redhead hissed into her ear, pointing to the still-smoking iron. “If you forget, the fire will remind you. The auction is only a few days away, and you and your stallion will be sold as draft animals. And on the stage, in front of all the buyers, your dog will fuck you to prove that your ass can take any cock they put in it.”

Nadia nodded frantically. The pain in her thigh was a constant reminder. She was taken to a room where other slaves, faceless automatons, treated her wound with cold ointments, washed the dried semen from her thighs, and applied a soothing cream to her inflamed asshole and another to her abused cunt, but they could not cure the terror installed in her eyes. Now she flinched at every sudden noise; her instinct to endure had been devoured by pure panic.

When she was returned to the cage, she found Tobías waiting for her, transformed in turn: his arms anchored behind his back, his own hoof boots, a bridle in his mouth, and this time no chastity cage. His cock hung heavily between his legs, already beginning to swell again at the sight of her arrival.

“Every day he’ll receive his dose so he can possess you with his whole being,” Vera said with a smile as she closed the gate. “Four times a day, minimum. Front and back. And you’ll always be ready, with your ass open and your cunt wet, because if you fail him, the riding crop will remind you. You should thank me for giving you such a vigorous male, with that cock always hard for you.”

Nadia wept silently, accepting her fate. When Tobías lunged at her, she no longer saw him as an aggressor, but as her only reality. She dropped to her knees and opened her mouth by reflex, so he could put his cock inside and lubricate the glans with her saliva. Then she turned, braced her bound hands against the cold floor, arched her back, and offered him her ass. He was her male and she was his mare: an ecosystem of two human animals trapped in a steel box, fucking at regular intervals on another woman’s orders. She felt the man penetrate her again, all the way to the bottom, and this time her own body answered with a long, resigned, almost grateful moan. Vera gave them one last look before withdrawing, and the cellar’s shadows swallowed their moans, leaving only the rhythmic sound of flesh striking flesh, the wet sloshing of semen already accumulated inside, and the tinkling of chains.