Filthy Secret

THE REMAINING GLIMMER

What I wanted? Was he fucking joking? Could he seriously think that being stripped, leashed, and impregnated by him was what I wanted? Only a few months ago, I’d been in a job I loved, having the time of my life. Now everything had been ripped away, and I was reduced to this. I glanced down at my plate, my stomach knotting at the prospect of having to eat more, and that’s when it came to me-the only realistic shot of survival was to seduce him, to prove myself useful for more than just conception. I despised the logical conclusion, but it was cogent- and my best shot of surviving this shitshow.

“Can I help you with anything else, Sir?”

I employed the sexiest voice I could muster, conscious he’d literally just told me to be quiet. It was a gamble, playing this game, but it was the only hand I had left. No part of me really wanted him, but I was a pragmatist. It was better to stay here screwing Dylan than dumped God only knew where at the hands of some other evil bastard. Dylan was definitely the better devil.

“What did you have in mind?” His expression softened as he glanced back at me.

“Whatever you like, Sir.” Batting my lashes, I pushed the plate away before I slid to my knees. I ignored the gag rattling at my collar bone and tried not to overthink. The more he enjoyed my company, the less likely I was to end up back in one of those cages, deserted and alone. I had no hope of escape in a hole like that, and my heart went out to every one of the women still locked in them, but I had to concentrate on my opportunity. It was every woman for herself.

“The advice is we should avoid intercourse in these early weeks.” He sat on the edge of the bed. “But there are other ways you can satisfy me.” Winking, he clicked his fingers, signaling for me to come to his feet. A surge of indignation spiked, the urge to tell him to go fuck himself loitering on the tip of my tongue. I wasn’t a doormat from the 1950s, a good little wife who would beg and crawl. An independent woman who’d never needed a man, I was naked and on my knees. I was out of choices, and submitting to Dylan was about the only option I had left.

“You can polish this for me.” His hand rose to his zipper, pulling it down and releasing his cock. “Prove you’re better than cattle.”

Falling to my palms, I inched closer to his feet, the rope that had secured me to the bed and chair falling between my knees. I could do this. I had to do this. I already knew how good the thing could feel inside me. I could pleasure Dylan and make myself indispensable if it meant it saved my skin.

“Yes, Sir.”

I swallowed him down, flicking my tongue over his crown before the tip lunged deep into my throat. His groan told me just how much he relished the sensation.

“Fuck, yeah.”

It didn’t take long for him to take control, his hands shifting to the back of my head and encouraging me up and down his shaft.

“Definitely better than any cow I’ve ever seen.”

My gaze flitted to his before the view was obscured as he pushed me back toward his balls.

“You’re gonna look great when you’re full term.” His palm pressed at my nape, holding me down. “With those titties finally big and filled with milk.”

Pulling hot ribbons of air through my nostrils, I tried to ignore his disrespect, but the image lingered. I couldn’t imagine myself that way, let alone in this awful situation. If I ever contemplated motherhood, it hadn’t been anything close to this nightmare. The thought of being farmed and ordered to produce children for this fucked-up system was nauseating, let alone the fact men like Dylan might actually be turned on by the prospect.

“God, yes.”

Fisting my hair, he compelled my head up and down at his pace, and obligingly, I complied. The sooner he came, the sooner he’d be satiated and willing to go easy on me. The scent of his arousal swirled, his precum coating the back of my throat as he used me roughly.

I refused to engage, denied the way my clit throbbed at being made to perform for him, just as I shut down thoughts of all the worst-case scenarios. Placating Dylan with sexual hedonism had to work. It was the only plan I had.

“Fuuck!” Wrenching me by the hair, he was back on his feet, pumping his hot seed over my face. “Very good.” His thumb stroked the side of my

face. “You’ll definitely be good to keep around.”

I worked hard to disregard the tears stinging in my eyes, parting my lips as he covered me in cum. It was fucking ridiculous, but I actually bloomed under his perverse praise, glad he wanted to keep me-like this. My gaze fell to the floor when he released me, though I wasn’t sure if it was gravity or shame that held it there.

“You like the taste of my cum, huh?”

“Yes, Sir,” I answered, licking the remainder from my lips. That much wasn’t a lie, at least. I’d always enjoyed giving head and had been complimented on my skills over the years.

“That’s good news.” His finger tipped up my chin to meet his stare.

“We’ll always appreciate an excellent cocksucker around here.”

Time lengthened as our gazes locked, his blue eyes scanning over the semen drying on my face, and for one fleeting moment, I thought there was cause for optimism, sensed he was going to kiss me, that he’d take pity on me-that things would be okay.

“Lucky me.” His face neared, his mouth grazing my lips as his hand wrapped around the rope falling from my neck. “Finding such attractive cattle to breed with.”

“Sir.”

I didn’t belong to him, nor any man, but I had nothing left to lose. No possessions, no options. No dignity. I may as well play the dumb female and give him what he wanted. He’d already marked my card by inseminating me within hours.

“It’s not the normal procedure, but perhaps I can make an exception for you, Eloise. Maybe I’ll keep you bound in here for my own personal use.”

It wasn’t great, but his idea was considerably better than the only viable alternatives.

“Thank you, Sir.” My heart pounded at the eagerness of my tone.

“Yeah.” Dylan drew away, dragging me closer to his body. “I could work with that. My own personal fuck whore, and in the meantime, you grow my baby.” Dylan smiled, revealing a line of perfect teeth. “I’d like to

fuck those tits when they’re filled with milk before I try some.” I shivered at his menacing prophecy.

“I’ve heard it’s a real delicacy.”

Oh God. My stomach cramped at the horrendous thought, but I tried not to let the panic show.

“Y-Yes, Sir.”

“Good.” Chuckling, he pushed me away and rose to his full height.

“That’s decided then. You stay for now.”

I couldn’t decide if I was relieved or terrified as he clutched the rope and dragged me to the door.

“S-Sir?” I scuttled behind him on my hands and knees, cold air hitting me in the face as the door opened.

“Shut it.” Scowling, he waited for me to crawl into the dark corridor before he reached down and hoisted me over his shoulder. “Didn’t I already tell you to be quiet?” He smacked my ass, the noise echoing around the hall as he strode away with me.

“I told you I’ll keep you, but I have other things to do.” His fingers delved between my cheeks. “Other whores to knock up. You’ll have to wait your turn.”

What? Headfirst over his shoulder, I could barely keep up, but I recognized the drop in temperature and the concrete as he stalked through the area he’d hosed me down in.

“Oh God.” I forced my lips together as the words escaped, knowing already where he was taking me. “Please, Sir, no!”

“I. Said. Shut. It.” He punctuated the words with a hard slap to both my cheeks before dumping me onto the cold, tiled floor.

Glancing in both directions, the rows of cages loomed.

“Please don’t put me back in there.” Any remaining dignity bled from me, my fear of incarceration in the tiny metal box outweighing all sense of pride and reason.

I couldn’t go back in there, couldn’t be that vulnerable again…

“For fuck’s sake.” He shook his head, clutching the rope separating us. “The gag goes back in.”

“No!” I pleaded, but he was already moving, swooping down with large hands to lift the ball and shove it back in place.

“Cooperate, and I won’t chain your hands in there.” He gestured toward the closest crate with an open door. “But the gag stays in.”

“Oooo,” I moaned, ceding to his will as he pushed it into place. In the end, the gag was like everything else-something I had no choice about.

“If I find you’ve removed it while I’m busy, I’ll invite the others to use your ass and mouth while you’re here.” A glimmer of fury glinted in his eyes. “We have cameras pointed on each cage, so I’ll know.”

Terror bloomed in my chest at his threat, his snarling tone convincing me he meant every word.

“In.” He pointed to the crate, holding the door open as he towered above.

Paralyzed with fear, I didn’t know what to do. I was doomed whichever direction I chose. I didn’t want to be back in that cage, but the thought of the others drooling over me or worse was truly repugnant. The only way to ensure I wasn’t fair game was to obey him, to proactively put myself into the oppressive prison.

“Don’t make me say it again, or you’ll pay the price.”

Heart racing, I shifted toward the suffocating isolation. I only had Dylan’s word-not much in the grand scheme-but the thought of the alternative route was too debilitating to contemplate. I crawled into the dark, cold space, mouth gagged as I turned in time to see him slam the door shut. Pressing my fingers between the bars, I eyed him imploringly as he padlocked it closed.

“It’s about time you showed some obedience.”

My head fell at his angry growl, the weight of my woe unbearable. By the time I peered up again, he was right there crouching on the other side, surveying me.

“Oh, and Eloise.” His eyes narrowed. “Disappoint me again, and I’ll make sure they ship you straight to the warehouse. There’ll be plenty of

other pricks to put in your pussy once this baby’s out.” I shivered at his predatory tone.

“Keep the gag in, and if you’re good, I’ll come back for you later.”

Pressing my face into the metal, I panted around the dreadful ball. I was back in the bloody cage, unable to cry out for help, and the worst of it was, this time, I had crawled into the damn thing. Alone and abandoned, it looked as if I was the only woman frequenting one, though I couldn’t decide if the thought was reassuring. Whatever was happening to the other women elsewhere, I hoped they had more strength than me, better judgment in the face of impossible choices.

I watched as his boots disappeared, their dull rhythmic march echoing around the barren space. The final thing I saw before they stalked out of sight was the door slamming closed behind him. Dylan had left me, and I had no way of knowing if he’d ever return.

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