Take Me (Enslaved #1)

EXTENDED EPILOGUE.2

Half an hour later, I’m all dressed up in my new gown, hair styled, and makeup brightening my face. Nikolai takes me by the hand and guides me to the set table in the dining room, where he helps me to my knees on a pillow.

“Open your mouth and stick out your tongue,” he says, crouching in front of me.

He unscrews the top ring on the tongue piercing and attaches a small plate on some new toy I don’t recognize. It’s some kind of face harness, but there’s no leather panel to cover my mouth as usual. I whimper as he pushes a large silicone-covered ring between my teeth. A ring gag. The feeling is obtrusive, and even more so as he fastens the straps around my head, locking my jaw in place around the ring. My mouth is stuck in a wide-open position, and with the small plate attachment depressing my tongue, I can barely swallow, let alone speak a single word.

“I really love this piercing,” he says, stroking the sides of my mouth as he studies the ring gag. “It really makes you so much more helpless.”

He’s right. I feel the helplessness deep in my bones whenever he restricts my tongue. It’s so subtle yet blaring to my senses, having movement that I’ve always taken for granted restricted. I never realized how much I moved my tongue until he used the muzzle on me the day he took me from the dungeon. It makes swallowing hard and speech all but impossible. Whenever he takes me out with the discreet tongue restrictor in my mouth, I go soft and pliant. No one can see the small plate surrounding my tongue, but I can feel it. It keeps me quiet at his side and tugs me deep into a heady trance of submission, constantly tethered to him and his command.

But this ring gag is new, and trepidation creeps along my spine as I consider the implications. I know he wasn’t making idle threats when he said that his guests would be spitting in my mouth, and with my tongue trapped, there’ll be no way for me to swallow until the spit slides to the very back of my throat.

“So pretty,” Nikolai says. “But we’d better do something about this,” he adds as he swipes a thumb along the side of my mouth to catch a bit of spit that’s already dripping out.

He proceeds to strap a collar onto my neck, backward to position the ring at the back of my neck. Then he attaches a small chain to the back of the harness and to the collar ring, forcing my head slightly backward. It makes it easier to swallow the saliva gathering at the back of my throat, but I’m not sure it will prevent the mess of me drooling fully.

Finally, he finishes off by attaching leather cuffs to my wrists and gathering them behind my back.

Stepping in front of me, he watches the result. “Perfect. Now, be a good girl and stay there while I go greet my guests.”

He leaves the room, and a few minutes later, I hear voices drifting through the suite. I squirm on the pillow as steps close in, squeezing my eyes shut as I hear them enter the room.

“Open your eyes, my sweet Lisichka, ” Nikolai says, and the feeling of his warm hands cupping my cheeks as he steps behind me is a welcome relief. They provide some much-needed stability as I go against all my instincts and peel my eyes open to look up at a man I’ve never seen before.

His eyes roam over me with unrestrained hunger—my distended mouth, my pushed-up breasts, and my every curve. Being dressed is a small mercy, but even so, I feel stark naked as I try to clench my jaw around the ring gag and my mouth remains wide open.

“You may greet her,” Nikolai tells the stranger, who leans down and hovers in front of my face, his hot, minty breath seeping into my mouth.

Pfft.

I yelp as he spits. Right onto my tongue. Jerking, I try to move my head—farther back, forward, to the side. Anything to rid my tongue of the sensation of a stranger’s spit sliding down it. But Nikolai tightens his hands around my head, and the spit is stuck in my mouth. I can’t even move my tongue to swallow it.

“Can you feel how helpless you are,” Nikolai says in a low voice as he leans his head close to my ear. “You can’t even swallow Luc’s spit. All you can do is wait for it to slowly slide to the back of your mouth. Then maybe you can swallow some of it.”

The wet sensation on my tongue intensifies as Nikolai draws my attention to the crude humiliation, and my breaths come in loud drags through my open mouth. But it’s not just the need to flee that has me breathing hard. My breaths deepen as I sink further into that fluffy space where nothing but Nikolai’s demand matters. And when the next man spits in my mouth, I wriggle on the pillow as a slow hum stirs at my core.

“Good girl,” Nikolai croons, stroking his thumbs along my cheeks. My eyes glide shut as I sink into the fluffy space under his control. He hums, enjoying my surrender, and the world slips away for a minute as we stay there, caught in the potent power exchange. “Now open your eyes again and face the next man who’s going to spit in your mouth.”

My eyes are swimming as I peel them open, and I blink a few times before I can get a good sight of the man in front of me. My breath nearly stops when I see him.

“Such a dirty little girl.” Mikhail sinks to his haunches and retrieves a handkerchief from his suit pocket. “Drooling out of your mouth.” He lifts the soft fabric to my chin and wipes the moisture away. “You’d better make sure my spit remains in your mouth, Koshechka, or I’ll have to punish you.”

I give him the slightest nod as I stare up at him, trapped by his powerful authority that has effectively broken me into pieces and built me up to become the person I am today. A person I sometimes don’t recognize, yet a person I wholeheartedly want to be. Shame and regret may swamp me at times when I face the world and remember all the things I lost in the process of getting here, but whenever Nikolai wraps a hand around my throat and spears his command into me with the sharp acuteness of his eyes, the world slips away, and nothing else matters. Only his command.

Mikhail roams his gaze over the gag and the spit caught on my tongue. “Now, I can’t make you ask for this, but I can ask you to accept it.” He grabs my chin in his hand and leans close. “Would you like me to spit in your mouth, Koshechka ?”

A dizzy, sort of cloudy sensation settles over my brain, and I let out a small sound that’s supposed to be a “mm” as I nod my head.

“I’d be most happy to.”

Pfft.

Another glob of spit lands on my tongue, mixing with the others and slowly gliding toward the back of my mouth. Humiliation and dark desire twine and twirl inside me, and when Nikolai steps around me to spit in my mouth himself, my head is swimming and heat is humming in my body.

The men take their seats at the table, but the only ones I notice are Nikolai and Mikhail, who sit on each side of me. Their voices mix with the clanks and clinks of plates, cutlery, and glasses as they start eating. It becomes a gentle soundtrack at the back of my consciousness as I sink into a floaty headspace. The only words that register in my muddled brain are when Nikolai leans down to say, “Such a good girl,” or Mikhail lifts my jaw and asks, “Can you still feel my spit on your tongue?” then swipes a drop of saliva off my chin as he adds, “You’d better hope this is not it.”

I can’t even respond, and when Nikolai asks if I want to eat too, I just blink my blurry eyes up at him, barely understanding the question.

“Shall we feed my pretty girl, gentlemen?” Nikolai asks, and then he and Mikhail are turning me around on the pillow as the other two men round the table to stand in front of me.

I vaguely notice Mikhail turning a chair around and placing a steel dog bowl on it.

“Are you hungry, Lisichka ?” Nikolai asks as he once again stands behind me, wrapping his warm hands around my cheeks to hold my head in place.

The question is rhetorical. I don’t get a chance to answer before one of the men steps in front of me, pants already open, and slides his swollen cock past the ring gag, straight into my mouth.

My head clears somewhat at the sudden intrusion sliding over my tongue, into the remaining spit. “Ahh, ah,” I protest, jerking my head against Nikolai’s hands, trying to draw back. But I’m stuck. He holds my head firmly in place as the man in front of me drags his cock in and out through the ring, invading my mouth with his quickly growing erection.

“Don’t worry, he’s not gonna come in your mouth,” Nikolai soothes, but his words barely register as the man presses the thick head of his cock against the back of my throat.

“Keep relaxing your throat,” Nikolai tells me.

All my attention goes to my neck, forcing myself to relax even as I want to jerk and try to expel the sudden intrusion.

“Ahh, ah,” I protest again, but the cock keeps advancing, and I can’t do anything but keep still as to not trigger my gag reflex as he sinks into my throat and snuffs out my breath.

Moisture pools at the corners of my eyes as he stays there, and my hands clench and unclench at my back as I struggle to fight off the lurking panic that hovers at the fringes of my mind. I’ve had Nikolai deep in my throat several times, but the psychological effect of having a complete stranger there is severe.

As my air grows scarce, I start jerking again. But my head remains stuck in the vise of Nikolai’s hands, so I start moving my shoulders instead, and as the desperation grows, I writhe my whole body. My chest stutters with the need to breathe, and I’m just about to lose control over my gag reflex when the man pulls out.

I cry out, heave in air, cry again, and breathe hard. I barely notice the sloppy sound of a man jerking off and a few splattering sounds as he groans and comes. All I know is that he’s not coming on me as the urgency of breathing still racks through my body and makes me fall forward as Nikolai releases my head. He catches me with an arm around my chest as he sinks to his haunches behind me and swipes my hair out of my face.

“Such a good girl. Look what you did,” he croons. With a gentle hand on my cheek, he nudges my head to the side, and my eyes go positively wide as I watch the dog bowl on the chair and the splatters of cum inside it. “You’re gonna make all four of us come, and then you’ll get to eat too,” Nikolai says softly.

I shake my head ardently, still panting from the loss of breath. “Aah, aa,” I protest again, making garbled sounds. But I don’t get to protest for long. Banding an arm tightly around my shoulders, Nikolai holds me in place as a new man shoves his already hard length into my mouth. There’s nothing I can do to stop it. Nikolai wraps his other arm around my waist, pinning me in place, and I sink into him as the intruding cock snuffs out my protests and my very ability to think. All I can do as he fucks my mouth is focus on breathing when I can and keeping my throat relaxed.

Spittle drips from my mouth as the man picks up pace. He doesn’t sink deep into my throat like the first, but the pace with which he shoves in and out has me reeling, gasping, and whimpering.

“Such a mess you’re making,” Mikhail scolds, swiping at the long string of spit dripping down my chin toward my chest. “Get your hands up and clean up the mess,” he demands, mocking me like he did so many times in the dungeon when putting my hands in the mittens and ordering me to open my fists.

I jerk against the cuffs on my wrists, whimpering as I remain stuck—stuck in the cuffs, stuck in the vise of Nikolai’s arms, and stuck under the onslaught of the constant pounding in my mouth. I can’t, I try to say, but the words become a nonsensical string of sounds around the intrusion.

“If you don’t obey, I’ll use your spit to use your ass,” Nikolai threatens, and I pull more frantically as I blink my eyes around my surroundings and catch a few glimpses of men watching me. The stranger fucking my mouth and Mikhail aiming a stern expression at me. I feel utterly pathetic and helpless as I keep drooling, utterly powerless to do a thing, and the frantic energy builds as I think about how these men will see my most intimate opening invaded in a moment too. But as much as the humiliation pulls me into despair, it also gathers deep in my belly and sends liquid heat to my pussy.

A moan escapes me as the man fucking my mouth pulls out, and then I watch in horror as he comes into the dog bowl.

Before I can recover, there’s a ripping sound of fabric being cut as Nikolai procures his switchblade and cuts a hole in the back of my dress. Just big enough for him to access my ass.

Grabbing my chin, Mikhail demands my full attention. “In a moment, we’ll all be able to see what a little ass shlyukha you are as Nikolai shoves a finger inside your ass and you can’t stop moaning.”

“Ooo,” I whimper, trying to say no. But Mikhail knows me well. He’s the one who has trained me to like the depraved humiliation of having something inside my ass. And when Nikolai slides two fingers across my jaw to pick up a long string of spit, then positions them at my rear opening, all the dormant need from earlier in the day flares alive with a vengeance.

Nikolai tuts. “I barely even need to touch you. The thought alone drives you wild. You really are a dirty little ass slut.”

Mikhail opens his pants, letting his rock-hard length spring free right in front of my face. He pulls my head forward to unbuckle the chain at the back of the harness, allowing my head free movement. “Suck it,” he demands, moving my head back in place. “I want to see what a well-trained little slut you are, doing the job yourself.”

Blood rushes to my face as I stare at his hard length, then glance up at him. As much as I’m embarrassed by the whole scenario, I want him. My blood pumps with eagerness to taste his cock again and submit to this man who pulled out the most shameful sides of me and made me embrace them. Slowly, I lean forward, pushing my open mouth over his very long length.

“All the way inside your throat,” he says.

I gasp as Nikolai starts massaging my rear entrance, sending sparks and swirls of heat through my sensitive nerves. But I keep going, nonetheless.

“Ah, yes,” Mikhail groans as I lean in to take him to the back of my throat. “That’s it. Show me how much you’ve missed my cock.”

I jerk as Nikolai pushes two fingers inside my ass. The advance is slow and measured, just like my movement as I take Mikhail into my throat, snuffing out my own breath. Sensation bursts through my core, and all thoughts vanish in a cloudy haze as I disappear into floaty subspace, accepting the total loss of control as these two men command my body.

“You are not allowed to come,” Nikolai says as my garbled moans grow longer and louder, revealing the building tension inside me. “Not until I say so.” He shoves his fingers deep inside, making me gasp around Mikhail’s cock.

Sensation rushes through me, crackling with sparks and heat at my core like an electrical device about to short-circuit. Or explode. It takes everything I have to stop the orgasm from rolling. I go rigid, tensing every muscle to keep the sizzle of pleasure from advancing and expanding. But still, I keep bobbing my head back and forth, relishing Mikhail’s rumbling groan as I take him deep into my mouth.

Grabbing a fistful of my hair, he draws my head back and aims his cock at the dog bowl on the chair. White rivulets of cum spill into the bowl, sending trails of trepidation and desire twining and twirling along my spine at a hazardous pace that threatens to send me over the edge. Nikolai keeps his fingers still inside me, and I’m more than grateful for it. If he moved the slightest right now, I wouldn’t be able to control a thing. And he knows it too.

“Good girl,” he whispers into my ear, sending a shuddery shiver down my neck as his breath tickles my sensitive skin. “I know how hard it is to hold back. But in a moment, you’ll get to come. Once I’m inside you and you’ve eaten every last drop of your dinner.”

Mikhail sinks to his haunches in front of me and starts removing the ring gag.

I whimper as I try to close my mouth once the ring is gone, and Mikhail gently massages my jaw to help me along. “Slowly,” he urges. A mischievous spark lights up his eyes. “Unless you’re in a hurry to get your dinner.”

I don’t even know how to respond. My head is so fuzzy I can’t seem to discern whether I’m more disgusted or aroused by the idea of licking up the contents of that bowl. And when Mikhail places it in front of me and I stare down at the thick layer of cum, I still can’t decide. All I can feel is the instinctive need to obey as Nikolai says close to my ear, “Eat.”

He draws out his fingers, eliciting a long moan from me as I lean down. Without my hands to balance me against the floor and my muscles being all loose and weak, I all but fall into the wide bowl, my forehead straight into the sticky mess. With a whimper, I try to lift my head out, but Mikhail forces me to stay in the mess as he wraps long fingers around the back of my neck.

“Eat,” he, too, demands.

I start licking, slowly, wincing with disgust as I lap up the salty stickiness. I push a bit back against Mikhail’s hand to get a small reprieve from the musky scent filling my senses, but he keeps me in place, head stuck in the mess, and my tongue keeps working on autopilot. Obeying.

But I go absolutely rigid the moment Nikolai positions his cock at my ass and starts pushing.

“No,” I gasp, my voice slurring as I move my lips in the cum-filled bowl. “I won’t be able to stop the orgasm.”

“Then you’d better eat in a hurry.”

Fuck. I clench my jaw for a moment as a roll of nausea flips my belly at the thought of lapping up the cum any quicker.

“You want to be a good little slut and please your master, right?” Nikolai breaks through the tight rim of muscle, sending bolts of pleasure through my body, making me jerk between the two men.

“Yes,” I say breathily.

“Then eat. I want your orgasm, but you’re not getting it before the bowl is clean.”

I don’t think. I just obey as a haze of panic infiltrates my blurry mind. Licking quickly against the steel, I lap up sticky strings of cum as I tense to block out the aching, unignorable sensation of Nikolai shoving his very long, wide length into my ass.

“Thank me for feeding you once you’re finished,” he orders in a raspy voice that tells me he’s already close to the brink himself. But Nikolai’s control is staggering, and I know he’ll be able to hold back, keeping me on this maddening edge until I’ve obeyed and emptied the bowl.

He starts moving. Slowly. Dragging in and out along my tight walls. Stretching me impossibly. Sending bolts of aching pleasure through my sensitive tissues.

I lap quicker, angling my head to this and that side to get every last drop of cum.

“Thank you, Master. Thank you for feeding me,” I say between staggered breaths, trembling with the need to come.

“Is she done?” Nikolai asks.

Mikhail lifts my head by the hair and takes in the sticky mess on my face. “Almost.” Swiping two fingers across my forehead, he wipes off the cum and brings his fingers to my mouth.

Knowing what I need to do to put an end to this torturous misery of pounding, aching pleasure, I eagerly open my mouth and take his fingers deep inside.

“You may come,” Nikolai says, grabbing onto my hips as he picks up speed.

I moan around Mikhail’s fingers as I come apart. Licking and sucking at the sticky cum only seems to drive the pleasure higher. I convulse and spasm, moan and groan around his fingers, then suck and lap again as pleasure pulses and pounds through my body.

Nikolai growls behind me just as I’m about to come down from the ledge, and the swelling of his cock and hardening thrusts sends me straight back onto it.

Pulling me half up to sit, Mikhail lets me rest against his shoulder as he leans down to shove a hand under my dress and stroke my clit.

I scream as pleasure tears at my body with a force that threatens to rip me apart. I can’t take it, yet I want more of it. The orgasm is painful as it rips through my body with staggering jerks and painful convulsions.

I’m almost relieved when Nikolai pulls out of me. But then another man sinks down behind me. A new cock prodding at my ass.

“No, no, no,” I whimper, turning my head to look at Nikolai. He’s at my side now, scooting in to take Mikhail’s place.

With an arm around my waist and a hand cupping the back of my head, he holds me close. “Shh, you need to take them all.”

“I—I can’t,” I say with despair.

“Yes, you can. For me.”

“I—” My words fail me as the new man presses into me. He easily sinks inside, and I vaguely wonder how he’s hard again—if they’ve all taken Viagra or if they’re just that horny. But the thought disappears as quickly as it came. All I can do as the stranger fucks me hard and quick is to press myself into Nikolai, taking his comfort as he’s the only thing keeping me steady in this whirlwind of tormenting pleasure and titillating degradation.

Mikhail cuts the front of my dress to get better access to my swollen nub. He keeps rubbing, sending me over the edge two more times as the two strangers take my ass.

By the time Mikhail is the one to push inside me, I’m crying—weeping like a child into Nikolai’s shoulder. Somewhere along the way, he freed my hands, and I’m clutching his shirt with a might that’s aching in my fingers. I need to hold on. I need his strength to stabilize me through the chaos that has banished all thought and control and rendered me this mindless, horny, desperate beast.

“One more,” Nikolai says, releasing my head to reach under me and stroke my painfully sensitive clit. “And then we’re done.”

I don’t even try to protest. I just keep crying and moaning as they force me to take another orgasm.

The moment Mikhail pulls out, I collapse in a heap on the floor. I’m spent and aching all over. A sweaty, shaking mess.

Nikolai hoists me into his arms and carries me to the couch. At first, I barely feel or hear anything. I only vaguely register that the other men exit the room, leaving me alone with my master. I’m exhausted. Drained. To the bone. My tears keep trickling down my cheeks, and I’m shaking like I’ve been stuck in a blizzard for hours.

But as Nikolai strokes my hair, whispering soothing words of ‘good girl’ and ‘my precious Lisichka ,’ I find that it’s not despair gnawing deep in my bones. It’s just exhaustion. And as I curl up against him, accepting his comfort, I find safety and contentment.

Because no matter how rough or cruel the things he does to me are, they’re coming from him. And I want it all. The truest, deepest testaments to his possession.

A vague memory flickers through my mind. A girl at a bar, searching for something. Yearning, but not quite knowing what she needed. I knew I’d like to explore kinks, but never in a million years could I have imagined that this level of depravity was what I needed to fulfill me and make me whole. If Nikolai had suggested it—even after all that kinky exploration of that first week—I would have run. He was right; I couldn’t have handled the full depth of his demands. And even if he had eased me into it, I don’t think I could have fully come to accept it while reflecting myself against the backdrop of the normal world.

No, the only way I could truly embrace this side of me and the full depth of it was in that dark, lonely dungeon where I was forced to shed all my dignity and identity—become a clean slate to be built up anew. Those two months might have been hell for me, but as I snuggle up against Nikolai and let his strength envelop me as I reel through the intensity of the night, I know I would go through it all again to be his.

“Thank you—for sending me to that dungeon,” I whisper, feeling the last remnants of the old me wither away and set me free.

“Hmm,” he hums. A deep, appreciative sound. “I knew you’d get there.” He trails his fingers up along my jaw, to my temple, settling his warm hand over my cheek. “I knew it deep down from the very first moment I laid eyes on you.” Slanting his head slightly, he leans in, hovering his lips a breath from mine. “I knew you were perfect. The only girl in the world that could satisfy my darkness and my need to protect.” He connects our lips in a sweet, tender kiss that robs my world of thought and renders me totally and utterly his . “The only girl I’ll ever need.”