As I woke up, it felt like I was in the middle of a battle. There were sounds of people groaning and screaming.

It was so loud that it hurt my head.

My thoughts were already hazy. Instinctively I tried to reach for the daggers at my waist, but my arms wouldn't obey. They were pinned high above my head.

I tugged at the restraints. They felt cold and heavy against my wrists, but my mind was too hazy to identify the metal.

I was Miss Ryana's bodyguard, I should have been able to snap it without blinking. But my body felt heavy, as if the chains were feeding on my strength. I hung there, dangling like a piece of meat.

I tried to blink away the blurriness, shaking my head to clear the dizziness. The last thing I remembered was the tree branch. The woman in the blue dress. The impossible speed. And then, darkness.

My vision cleared a bit. I was in a room. I looked around to look for an escape plan, but the sight in front of me shocked the hell out of me.

I froze. My breath caught in my throat.

It was him. Leo. The client my Mistress Ryana had sent me to protect. The lecherous weakling I looked down upon.

He was naked down below. His back was towards me.

And beneath him... the Woman. The monster who had knocked me out with a simple flick of her wrist.

They were on the heavy wooden table.

She was bent back, her spine arched off the hard wood. One of her pale, smooth legs was hooked high over Leo's shoulder, exposing her completely to him.

He was burying himself inside her. Deep. Very deep.

And I stared at them. I couldn't look away.

Her dress was bunched at her waist, and I saw everything. The way her body twisted. The way her hands clawed at his back, leaving red welts on his skin.

She was magnificent. Even in this disheveled state, she was a beauty of perfection. Her skin was like milk in the dim light. Her breasts... gods, they were heavy, full, bouncing with every impact of his hips.

I couldn't help but compare her to my Mistress. If Miss Ryana was fire and elegance, hidden beneath robes, this woman... she was raw, dark temptation.

And yet, she was submitting, to him. Why?

"Who is fucking you, Bella?" Leo growled, his voice a low, rough sound that vibrated in the stone room.

I watched as he thrust deep, swirling his hips. The woman's eyes rolled back.

"You..." she gasped, her voice broken and desperate, "You are..."

"Say my name," he demanded.

"Say it!"

"Leo!" she screamed, her nails scratching his neck, "Leo! You are fucking me!"

Her scream pierced me. She wasn't in pain. It was pure, blinding pleasure. It sent a jolt straight to my stomach, a hot, heavy stone dropping into my gut.

"Good girl," I heard him praised her.

He grabbed her thigh, squeezing the soft meat, and picked up the pace. He hammered into her.

I should have looked away. I should be planning my escape. But my body betrayed me.

A strange heat bloomed in my chest. My nipples brushed against the rough leather of my clothes and they hardened instantly, aching with a sensitivity I had never felt before.

Why was I watching? Why didn't I close my eyes?

Leo stopped suddenly. He pulled out of her. The woman whimpered at the loss, almost collapsing off the table.

He didn't let her rest. He walked over to a high-backed wooden chair in the corner and sat down, spreading his legs wide like a king on a throne. His cock stood straight up, red and glistening with her fluids.

"Come here," he ordered, patting his lap

The woman, the powerful woman who had defeated me in a second, stumbled over to him. She looked at him sitting there. She looked at his cock.

She straddled his lap, facing him. She reached back and guided his big cock inside her pussy. She lowered herself onto him slowly.

"Oh god," she sighed, her head falling back as he filled her up again.

I watched, mesmerized. I saw the thick, vein-covered penis of his disappearing inside her.

My mouth went dry. It was... monstrous. How was she taking that? I found myself wondering if I could take that. Would it split me open?

And as I wondered about it, she began to ride him.

She bounced on him. Her breasts jiggled, brushing against his chest. Her hair flew around her face.

My thighs clenched together involuntarily. There was a dampness spreading in my underwear. An itch. A deep, persistent itch right at my core that needed to be scratched.

I squirmed in my chains.

"You like this," Leo whispered, his voice carrying clearly to my corner, "You like being used. You like being owned. Admit it, Bella."

The woman shuddered, "Yes... Yes, Master. I like it. I wanted someone to dominate me. Break me, own me!"

I bit my lip. The words... they were degrading. But hearing them, seeing her surrender to him... it made my heart race.

"Turn around," Leo commanded.

He lifted her hips and spun her around.

She straddled him again, but this time, her back was to his chest. She faced away from him.

She sank down again.

"Ohhh..." she moaned.

Now I had a perfect view.

Her pale, round ass was spread wide over his thighs. I watched as his thick cock disappeared inch by inch into her wet, pink pussy.

"Move," Leo ordered.

She began to bounce. Her ass cheeks clapped against his thighs with every drop.

It was hypnotic.

Leo reached around. He shoved his hands inside the loose fabric of her dress. He found her heavy breasts and squeezed them hard.

"Ah! Master!" she cried out, her back arching against him.

He pinched her nipples.

"Fuck!" she screamed.

He didn't stop there. He removed one hand from her breast and brought it down hard.

SMACK!

He slapped her right ass cheek as she rode him. The flesh rippled. A red handprint bloomed instantly on her pale skin.

"Bounce on it!" Leo growled. "Do it faster!!"

SMACK!

He hit the other cheek.

"Yes! Yes!" the woman wailed. "Break me! Ruin me!"

I was panting now. My breath came in short, shallow gasps. I could feel the wetness soaking my thighs. I wanted to touch myself. I wanted to slide my hand down and finish what they had started in my mind. But the chains held me tight. It was torture.

I looked down on him. He was supposed to be just a client, a man I guarded. But right now, he looked like a god of pleasure. And I felt... jealous. I wanted to be the one on that chair.

"Please! Master, please! Harder! Fuck me harder!"

The sound of their bodies colliding echoed in the dungeon. He was hitting her deepest, most sensitive spot. I could see her toes curling, her legs shaking uncontrollably.

"I am going to fill you," Leo growled. "I am going to mark you inside and out. You are going to carry my smell for a week."

"Fill me!" she begged, her voice cracking. "Give it to me! Cum inside!"

I felt a phantom heat in my own belly. My thighs clenched together involuntarily.

I watched them. I saw Leo's body tense. I saw the veins in his neck bulge.

He released.

I couldn't see it, but I knew what was happening. I saw the Woman's body go rigid. She screamed, a raw, primal sound of absolute release.

"AHHHH!"

She convulsed in a shattering orgasm that left her boneless. She collapsed back against his chest, panting, twitching. Her eyes rolled back in her head.

They stayed connected for a long moment. Leo was panting, his heart racing visible in his chest. The Woman was limp, her head lolling on his shoulder, drooling slightly.

I bit my lip. The scene was overwhelming.

Leo gripped her waist. He lifted her.

I watched as he pulled out slowly.

A trail of their mixed fluids leaked from her stretched hole. It ran down her thigh, dripping onto the dirty floor.

Leo gently pushed her onto the floor.

She sprawled there. Her legs were spread wide open, unable to close, trembling. Her dress was ruined. Her makeup was smeared. She looked like a mess.

I looked at Leo. He looked down at himself. His cock was softening, but it was messy. It was coated in white and clear slime, glistening in the dungeon light.

"You made a mess," Leo said, his voice calm and authoritative.

The Woman looked up at him through hazy, half-lidded eyes. She blinked slowly, trying to focus.

"Clean it up," Leo ordered.

I held my breath. Would she fight? Would she snap? She was a strong woman. She wouldn't let him humiliate her.

But she stared at him. She was exhausted, but she still crawled towards him without trying to cover her.

She reached out with trembling hands and took hold of his softening shaft. She handled it with reverence.

She leaned forward. She opened her mouth.

She took him in.

She cleaned him.

Her tongue swirled around the head, licking up every drop of his seed and her own juices. She hummed as she worked, tasting him. She licked the shaft, cleaning the veins. She licked his balls, making sure he was spotless.

It was the ultimate act of submission. She was eating the evidence of her own defeat.

I stared, my eyes wide. Her eyes were filled with adoration. She was broken, yes. But she looked... happy. She looked complete.

Is this what it means to be conquered? Is this the power he holds?

Leo watched her. He reached down and rested his hand on top of her head. He tangled his fingers in her hair, guiding her rhythm.

When she finished the shaft, she looked up at him, but she didn't stop. She kept the head of his cock in her mouth, sucking gently, nursing him even though he was done.

Her face was stained. Her eyes were filled with adoration and total surrender.

"Is the Master pleased?" she mumbled around his dick.

"Good girl," Leo smirked.

While the woman was still nursing him, Leo lifted his head.

He turned slowly.

He looked directly at the corner where I was hanging.

His eyes met mine. There was no surprise in his gaze.

He didn't stop her. He stood there, getting pleasured by a monster who could snap my neck, and he looked right at me.

A slow, knowing smile spread across his face, and my heart stopped. And then it started beating faster than ever.

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