EroticReverie

Eve

It's been two  days since Malachi let Ryder and Lazaraus touch me. Two days of trembling in fear, and not sure how I was going to get out of this and away from them. Two days of being kept in the cage in the basement when they weren't around. Two days of all three of them using my mouth as their personal urinal, two days of being made to walk around naked. Two days of being forced to dance naked for the three of them, to suck Malachi off in front of Ryder and Lazarus. Mercifully though, Malachi hasn't raped me again, and hasn't let the other touch me again. 

I've been quiet, I've been behaved. I've been a "good pet". I've stopped trying to manipulate Malachi, because I knew there was no manipulating him. The other two...possibly...but the idea of whoring myself to a man with an affinity for knives on skin, and the other with a desire to fuck dead men and women, I couldn't stomach trying to seduce them or tempt them. They'd probably both end up killing me, Laz so he could fuck my corpse, and Ryder because he got too happy with his knife fetish. 

I sit on the floor on my knees, my eyes drifting to Ryder who sits on the couch with Lazarus, sharpening his knife as the three of them talk about "business". Ryder gives a slight cock of his head, and my eyes go to his knife, then back to his face. His nostrils flare and he licks his lips slowly as he drags the blade across the sharpening tool. A slow sick sadistic grin spreads across his face. As Malachi talks, Ryder loses focus on the conversation and instead pays his interest to me. I just blink at him, and then look back at his knife. Swallowing hard as he turns the blade over in his hand along the handle of it, smirking, his thum running along the smooth blade , and I imagine him cutting my throat. I  imagine my blood pouring from neck as I choke and bleed out. Maybe them killing me wouldnt be so bad. If it were fast. It's not like I'd know what they chose to do to me after the fact. My skin crawls at the idea of being part of Lazarus's maggot shed. Hanging from chains , my body going cold and stuff, and his cock degrading my body in death. 

I startle at the feel of Malachi's hand ontop of my head, jumping slightly. 

"Eyes on the floor pet. You're distracting Ryder." he says, his fingers curling in my hair, his words gentle but the grip in my hair is a stiff warning. My eyes immediately fall to the floor, obeying him. 

I sit through another hour of staring at the cracks in the floor boards, of the threads in the dingy looking carpet under the coffee table near me. My eyes are drifting closed as a snap of Malachi's fingers bring me out of my almost nap. 

"Come pet." he says as I shift, placing my hands to the floor, Ryder and Lazarus snickering as I start to crawl after Malachi. Their laughs turning to groans as they get the view of me crawling away naked on all fours. They mutter to one another that it's only a matter of time before they rape my holes. Malachi ignores them, and I keep crawling, my knees sore from the past two days of crawling around like a dog. 

I crawl , and keep crawling, hand after hand, knee after knee, and make my way up the stairs along side Malachi who has my hair fisted in his hand , using it as a leash. 

"It's bath time Eve." he says simply as he turns into the bathroom. 

"Stand." he commands. I do as he says, pushing off the floor, standing and he turns, slowly shedding his suit. His eyes on me and I keep my eyes on his, the green eyes that scare me and somehow still give me unwanted fascination with him. How could a man so beautiful be so cruel? My eyes go to the scar on his lip, the one on his brow that runs down his face on the left side. To the tattoos on his neck and chest, his arms and hands covered with ink as black as his soul. 

"You've been a very good pet the past two days." he says. 

I don't speak. I know better than speak now unless asked a direct question.

"Do you think you've been a good pet for me Eve?" he asks. 

"Yes Master." I answer. 

"hmm" he hums, as he lays his clothes over the sink , all of them removed, his large dick hanging limp in front of him as he looks at me. 

"I have to piss." he says and my stomach turns. "I'll leave it up to you...should I use a real toilet, or the one attatched to your pretty face?" he asks and I'm sure it's a test. He wants me to want it. 

"Use me. Please....Master." I say quietly and he groans, stepping forward and then gently grabs my hair, and I reach to his thighs as I squat down slightly, my legs wobbling from being sore and weak from all the crawling but I look up at him as I open my mouth and take the head of his cock into my mouth, wrapping my lips around it. Immediately the hot flow of his urine is spilling into my mouth with force that jets over my tongue and into my throat. 

At least his isn't as rancid as Lazarus or Ryders. But theres still not pros to being used as a human toilet. Just less offensive cons. 

"Mmmm, you're a beautiful little piss whore." he says, stroking my hair as I drink him down, swallowing his piss as it fills my mouth,and it just keeps coming and he groans as I keep swallowing. 

"Does that taste good pet?" he asks grabbing my hair and I nod with his cock relieving himself in my mouth. 

"My thirsty pet." he says, stroking my hair still as he finishes, and I swallow the last of his urine, and then he smiles down at me, and then palsm the back of my head, pushing his cock further into my mouth.

"Make my cock hard Eve, suck me like a good little girl my pretty pet." he says and I do as Im told. Doing what I know he likes. Choking myself on his cock. Even limp he's too much to take, but I can manage to stuff more of him in my mouth when he's not hard. It gets him hard instantly to watch me take him like this, sucking as I moan softly, knowing he likes that too, when I enjoy it..or at least when I pretend to. 

"You're the best little pet ...look at you....sucking it like a little slut." He growls at me, his jaw clenching.

"You love that cock don't you?" 

"You love the cock that took your little virgin cunt" 

"you love the cock that rapes those tight little holes, don't you Eve?" 

I nod, moaning, sucking and licking, forcing myself to tears as I gag and choke, making him groan as he grabs my head with both hands and starts to thrust. My throat is sore from all the dick sucking he's had me do the past two days. The numbness of my throat makes the violation of it a bit easier to withstand. 

He pinches my nose, my mouth immediately tries to open wider, but his tcock is buried in my mouth and throat, closing off all of my air as he groans, fucking my face, his other hand still holding the back of my head.

I panic, my hands slapping his thighs and I try to pull myself from his cock, my hands pushing as I scream with his cock in my throat, tears pouring down my cheeks, and then I'm given mercy, my nose is released and his hand tugs my hair, dragging my mouth from his cock. I drool everywhere, and cough, gasping from breath as he pulls me off the floor by my hair and then snatches me up with one arm, and turns, and places me on the bathroom counter.

"I've missed your cunt." he groans , grabbing my drooling, gasping face and shoving his tongue in my mouth as he steps between my legs, one hand reaching down to rub my pussy, to make me want it, to make my body a fucking traitor as his finger teases my clit , rubbing it in circles till he deems me ready enough. 

"Put my dick in your cunt." he growls against my mouth and my shaking hand reaches down, grabbing his cock and he groans loudly as I spread my legs wider, scooting my ass to the edge of the counter, as I bring the head of his cock against my pussy. 

"Don't worry, I'll be gentle." he whispers.

"i miss how sweet you sound when you're enjoying yourself Eve" he says and then nudges himself into me, and I gasp. 

"mmmmm, such a sweet little cunt" he says and he sinks further inside of me, my hand falling away and his hands grab my face still and he tilts my chin up and kisses me as he moves slowly, drawing his cock out and back in, working me. I hiss , my pussy pretty much  recovered from he and the others did a few days ago..but it didnt mean I could handle to overwhleming girth and length of Malachi's cock. No matter how slow he was giving it to me. 

I waited for the burtal thrusts to come, waited for him to prove himself a liar, and rape me hard and rough , the way he preferred to take me. 

But instead, he keeps moving slowly, kissing me as he rapes me gently enough to allow him to pretend he's not actually raping me. 

"Say my name Eve" he groans. " I want to hear your sweet little voice say my fucking name while I make love to you" 

I almost flinch at his words. He was out of his fucking mind for thinking he was making love to me, forcing me to have him. But I say his name so I don't get smacked, so I don't get destroyed, or tossed to the two other wolves downstairs. 

"They'll never have you Eve....you are mine....I will never let them know what your perfect holes feel like on their cocks...as long as you keep being a good girl....my precious little pet.....I will keep you safe....you'll only be mine....don't you want to be mine pet?" 

I nod, and he groans, kissing me again, I pant his name onto his lips, and I'm not sure if it's because I know he wants me to say it, or because it feels good. I know very well what Stokholm syndrome is, and even if I'm well aware of it, when he's gentle like this...when he's not hurting me...it's not that bad I tell myself. He's obsessed with me. I tell myself that it's a good thing. That im important to him, and if I can just be good....

"Oh pet" he groans and I don't even realize what's happening, that I'm cumming, that I'm gasping and clutching my captors sides, and my legs are wrapped around him as I cum on his dick. "Oh Eve" he groans. "Yes, you perfect...little....thing" he thrusts, spilling into me as well , a loud groan rumbling his chest as his hips jerk and I feel the warmness flood my insides, filling and drowning my pussy with the cum he's been building up just to fill me with. 

It's over quickly, and I feel myself want to cry, hating myself for losing myself in my thoughts, and allowing myself to seek pleasure from the man who has done such vile things to me. 

"I love you pet" he whispers, clutching the back of my head, panting heavily against my ear. 

None of them knew what love was. but I nod. 

"I love you too Malachi." I lie.