Issy is not your run-of-the mill slave. She is a little older, already in her mid-twenties, and well aware she's a broken fucktoy.

When the love of her life, her sadistic Master and husband of six years, was horrifically murdered by a rival bratva she took a unit of his men and hunted them down one by one. Her love had trained her well. As each man died at her hands, in the same manner and just as slowly, the screams and begging of loved ones had no effect on her. Knowing that the widows would raise their children to seek revenge she simply eliminated them from the equation. The death of each eased the emptiness inside, but only momentarily.

When that bratva was no more she sent the unit back to the family, under orders to protect the two young heirs, sons she would never return to.

Weeks became months as she drifted, forgetting to eat, to wash, even forgetting her name as her mind broke further with each day. She went weeks without speaking to a living soul. Nobody went near her or tried to help. Though some felt pity more believed it was justice for the one called Lady Twilight, a foreign ubiytsa, albeit trained by her husband, the Pakhan. Her real protection dead, her mind nearly gone, she was still a threat to many but nobody was prepared to go to war over one so close to death.

Iss teetered on the brink for weeks but the final push never came. Instead she heard a word powerful enough to bring her back from the brink. It was a legend, spoken with derision by many but with awe by more. A place where strong men did as they wished. Where females had only one use, to take everything men gave them. Cocks grew hard whenever men discussed this place and cunts leaked as women dreamed how it would feel to be treated as nature meant, as fuckmeat, cocksleeves for real men.

Iss was shocked to find her own cunt clenching with need, wetting her inner thighs. The bruises and welts had long since faded but the memory of the pleasure and pain returned. Almost shaking, she returned to her room and without even undressing, lay across the bed and stuffed her fingers in her cunt. It wasn't enough but there was nothing else. As she twisted and pinched her clit she sank another finger in as she remembered her love raining blows on her cunt until she gushed, remembered the first time he plugged her ass then fucked her cunt, how on their wedding night she'd cried in ecstasy as his thick cock had finally slammed into her as his collar snapped closed around her throat. The orgasm was weak and barely took the edge off. She told herself any trained fuckpet enduring over a year without cock would feel the same. She NEEDED to be brutally used more than she needed to breathe.

Luckily she remembered where to go. Staggering downstairs to the drinking club she prayed the security would take pity and let her enter. It wasn't to be. It wasn't pity but amusement on their faces when they shoved her against the stairs and ripped her few clothes open. The older one pulled out his cock and slammed it into her desperate cunt while the other pulled her mouth onto his somewhat small cock. Eagerly she wrapped her mouth around him but he didn't even reach her throat. Luckily the older man more than made up for it as he stretched her long unused cunt. His brutality was heaven as he interspersed his use of her hole with the liberal use of his belt across her tits. Unaware they now had an audience she keened, opening her legs as wide as possible, thrusting back on the cock, begging for more.

Two men pulled the guards off and tied her legs to the stair rails. Both holes on view they laughed at her wetness as one shoved his fist in her cunt, standing to the side so everyone could see as the squeching sounds grew louder each time he pounded into her. Another man forced his cock in her ass and her cunt spasmed, soaking the fist inside. It slid out and an impossibly hard, thick cock took it's place. She quickly realised it was actually a toy, or more likely a bottle fucking her. Iss didn't care as long as she was filled. She'd missed being treated like a cum-dump slut.

A voice broke thru the noise of the men then the rhythm of whatever filled her cunt changed, virtually stopping, as did the cock in her ass. There was a handful of pops then silence. Iss was aware enough to know men had just been shot but the edges of her mind were closing in again.

When she came to she was alone, naked, chained to a soft bed. It was almost like home before.... NO! She wouldn't, couldn't go there.

Opening her eyes she could see part of a luxurious room and an IV hooked into her arm. She also slowly realised she'd been bathed, her hair washed and her cunt shaved. Why would anyone do this. It wasn't like she was special or anything. She didn't need each limb shackled and a belly chain. A locked door would keep her in! She remembered a tall dark-haired man and her cunt grew wet. Scenes of torture, death and men using the bodies flashed thru her mind and her cunt started to drip on the sheets. She had visions of this man fucking her in every way, the whip sometimes so brutal she felt her skin tear. Sometimes holding her, stroking her face, telling her what a good fuckpet she was. Sometimes just kissing and holding her. What kind of man did that with a cunt he'd taken from a roomful of men?

Her thoughts were broken by a door opening and an older man, tall and solid with grey hair walked in. She was shocked it wasn't the dark-haired man in her memory but, surprisingly, her cunt juiced, immediately ready for him to use. That had never happened before, not with a stranger. Her cunt was trained to drip for only one man's use, her beloved Master, not some unknown man, no matter how attractive he was, and certainly not for multiple men but... NO! This wasn't her!! She was a good fuckpet slave.

He placed the tray on the small table he'd dragged within reach, close to the bed, then looked at her glistening cunt, smirked and shoved three fingers in. Held immobile by the multiple restraints all she could do was clench onto his fingers and hope he'd see fit to use her. He looked like he'd fuck hard and brutal and her cunt instinctively knew he had a cruel side and it clenched and dripped in anticipation of it, of this strangers use. Another finger sank inside as she whimpered then his fist. Her cunt had never responded to a stranger before and it scared her, which made her wetter. Grinning, the man released the waist restraint allowing her to rise up to meet his fist each time he went in deep. Her cunt was soaking the bed in anticipation of more but he pulled out with a pop and spanked her cunt hard. His large hand completely covered her with each blow harder than the last. As she got wetter he must have known she was close to the edge, that one more hard blow would make her cum, because he stopped, smirked, then wiped his wet hand in her hair. When she went to speak he put his hand around her throat, squeezing slightly and shaking his head.

Iss relaxed slightly then was shocked when he sat on the side of the bed and began to feed her. He repeatedly lifted the soup spoon to her mouth, careful to avoid spilling any, until it was gone. He picked up each morsel of the meal between two fingers, gently placing it in her mouth, wiping her mouth with a napkin as necessary. It was incredibly arousing for her, especially as his cock was also enjoying it. When the meal was finished he shushed her gently and closed her eyes, stroking her hair until she slept.