The redhead was thankful that her legs could move independently now, allowing her to stretch her hips slightly. However, the tight rope binding her ankle to her buttocks kept her body cramped in an uncomfortable kneeling position. Her arms, still locked behind her back with heavy iron restraints, offered no relief.

With a weary sigh, she crawled to the farthest corner of the room, as far from the door as possible, before collapsing onto the cold floor. Tears welled up in her eyes again, a familiar sensation. Crying had become second nature, her body trembling with quiet sobs until exhaustion eventually pulled her into a restless sleep.

In her dreams, her mind betrayed her. Her Master loomed over her, pinning her down as he forced himself into her with brutal strength. Each thrust was powerful, relentless, his hands tightening around her throat, choking her as she struggled for breath. His hips slammed into hers with unyielding force, making her entire body quake. Every movement was raw, violent, and in her sleep, her own hips bucked involuntarily, trying to match his rhythm.

She awoke suddenly, heart pounding, her mind in a panic. The sensations from her dream still clung to her, and shame washed over her as she realized her body had responded to it. Her cunt was soaked with need, a betrayal that filled her with disgust. How could she allow herself to think of him in such a way? The man who had broken her, who had reduced her to nothing, was now invading her thoughts, her very desires. It felt filthy—wrong—and the shame burned deeply within her.

Desperate to shake off the lingering sensations, she crawled around the room, trying to distract herself, her thoughts a whirlwind of revulsion. She needed something—anything—to rid herself of the vile feelings that had taken hold.

Lucian, oblivious to her writhing in sleep, had no idea of the dream that tormented her. If he had known, he would surely have taken pleasure in pushing her even further. As she crawled aimlessly, her mind returned to the humiliation of the past days. Had she truly been expected to grovel at his feet, to worship him like an obedient pet? She sighed, the answer clear—yes, of course she had.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the creak of the door. Lucian stepped inside, carrying a plate with only a single scrambled egg and a few pieces of broccoli. The meager offering was enough to grab her attention instantly, her hunger overpowering all other emotions. Her eyes locked on the food, her stomach tightening in desperation.

Without waiting for a command, her body moved on instinct, her knees scraping across the floor as she dragged herself toward him. Her legs, cramped and sore, struggled to push her forward, but she moved quickly, driven by a twisted mix of fear and eagerness.

When she reached him, she threw herself down, her body hitting the floor hard, but the pain barely registered. Her tongue found his boots, and she began licking them feverishly, her saliva wetting the smooth leather as she worked with frantic devotion. She kissed and licked every inch of his shoes, her body trembling with the effort to please him, to prove her worth through this degrading act. A small, twisted part of her felt relief—relief that he had chosen to see her, that she had some purpose again, however perverse it might be.

Lucian let her continue for a while, watching her with mild amusement before finally speaking. "Enough. Up." His voice, calm yet commanding, cut through the silence. He reached down and gripped her hair, not roughly, but with enough force to remind her of his control. She winced, following his lead as he guided her to sit upright, her legs still folded beneath her.

Standing before her, Lucian took a step closer, the bulge in his pants now resting directly at her eye level. "Kiss," he ordered, pointing at the prominent outline.

Her breath hitched, and fear flooded her. She had known this would come, but that did nothing to lessen the terror that gripped her now. Her stomach churned, her eyes flickering upward to meet his, searching for mercy she knew she wouldn’t find.

Swallowing hard, she hesitated for only a moment before leaning forward, her body trembling with anxiety and shame. Her lips pressed softly against the bulge in his pants, feeling the heat radiating through the fabric. The act felt degrading beyond measure, but she had no choice. Her lips lingered on the cloth for a second longer before she pulled back, her face flushed with humiliation.

Lucian’s hand cupped her cheek, his touch deceptively gentle as he spoke. "That's the good little obedient pet. " he murmured, the praise making her skin burn with embarrassment. His fingers traced her jawline, his caress unnervingly soft, as though rewarding her obedience like one would a loyal pet. The contrast between his touch and the degrading reality of her situation only deepened her shame.

With slow deliberation, Lucian unclipped his belt, the metallic click ringing in the quiet room. Her heart pounded in her chest as she watched him slide his jeans and underwear down in one practiced motion, his cock springing free, inches from her face. It hung heavy before her, the proximity forcing her to confront what he wanted from her.

Her eyes widened in terror as she stared at his exposed cock, her mind racing. It seemed impossibly large, too close, too real. She froze, fear and revulsion battling within her, her breath coming in shallow gasps. Could she really do this? Was there any escape?

"Kiss," Lucian commanded again, his voice firm, leaving no room for hesitation.

She recoiled slightly, her body screaming to pull away, but she knew she couldn't. Disobedience would bring punishment—something she feared far more than this humiliation. Her bound arms ached as she shifted, her wrists straining against the ropes as she leaned forward. Her breath hitched, her lips quivering as she pressed them, trembling, against the tip of his cock. The warmth of his skin against her mouth sent a wave of nausea through her, but she didn’t dare pull away.

Lucian watched her carefully, sensing her hesitation. He allowed her to continue for now, though the tentativeness in her actions didn’t go unnoticed. His voice dropped to a low murmur, coaxing her further into submission. "There’s my good girl," he praised, his hand brushing her cheek again. "Are you ready for me, pet?"

His words, though soft, were laced with power. His fingers wrapped around the base of his cock, guiding it toward her. His smirk widened as he watched her fear flicker in her gaze, relishing the control he had over her.

"Open your mouth," he instructed, his tone gentle yet demanding.

A tear slid down her cheek as she hesitantly parted her lips, her body trembling with dread. Lucian took control, gripping her head as he pushed the tip of his cock into her mouth. Her lips closed around him, her body stiff with fear. For a moment, she realized she had a flicker of power—just enough to resist. Her jaw tightened, and she clamped down.

Lucian growled in pain and fury, his hand flying to her face as he slapped her hard, forcing her to release him. His rage twisted his features as he stepped back, eyes blazing with anger. Without a word, he stormed out of the room, leaving her shaken and unsure of what punishment awaited.

Moments later, Lucian returned, carrying a coil of rope and a large metal O-ring gag. The tension in the room thickened as he approached, his movements deliberate and filled with anger. He grabbed her roughly, positioning her exactly as he wanted before tying one end of the rope to her ankle restraints. The other end was looped around a rafter above, securing her in place.

Lucian yanked the rope, hoisting her body upward in uneven jerks. Her head was now level with his waist, her body suspended by her ankle ties, her fear palpable as she dangled helplessly before him.

The slave let out a series of desperate, trembling pleas, her voice cracking with fear. "I'm sorry! I'll never do it again, I promise! I'll be good, please, I promise!" Her words spilled out in frantic desperation, each one filled with more urgency than the last. Her eyes brimmed with tears as she begged, her body trembling in the restraints.

"Enough!" Lucian bellowed, his voice booming through the room as he slapped her hard across the cheek. The force of the blow sent her body spinning around the rope that held her suspended. The rope wound tightly as she twirled one way, her body helpless against the momentum. When it could wind no more, she spun back the other way as the rope unwound, her body swaying with each dizzying turn. Her face stung from the slap, but the spinning disoriented her even more, leaving her utterly at Lucian's mercy.

Lucian’s hand shot out, grabbing her leg, stopping her wild spin. He steadied her for just a moment, his eyes filled with cold determination as he reached for the large metal O-ring gag. Without a word, he forced the gag into her mouth. It resisted at first, the metal ring too wide for her, but he applied more pressure, forcing it past her teeth. Her jaw stretched unnaturally wide, the gag holding her mouth open painfully as she gasped around the invasive metal. Her eyes watered as the discomfort took hold, but there was no escape.

Lucian grabbed the base of his cock, slapping it against the side of his slave's face. Each forceful strike elicited a gasp and a whimper from her, her skin reddening with each impact. The room filled with the sound of skin meeting skin.

Lucian’s hand tangled in her hair as he pulled her head back forcefully. The taste of him was strong and bitter on her tongue, her saliva mixing with his precum as she struggled to take him fully into her mouth. Each thrust filled her throat, overpowering her senses and making it difficult to breathe. The metallic taste of the gag mixed with the saltiness of his skin, lingering on her tongue as a reminder of his dominance.

Lucian violently pumped his hips into her mouth, his legs tense with strain as he used all his force to slam into her throat, seeking his own pleasure. His pace quickened as waves of intense pleasure surged through his body. His cock tingled before spurting a warm load of cum into her mouth. Without another word, Lucian left her hanging. The redhead coughed and gasped, sputtering as his cum ran down her upside-down reddened face.

Over the next three days, several times a day, Lucian would come into the room and use his slave’s mouth, each time depositing his seed before leaving without saying a word. She sputtered and gagged, the taste of him filling her senses. The message was unmistakable: she was reduced to worshiping his manhood, one way or another.

Lucian entered the room once more, his presence looming large. The slave immediately cowered, her body trembling in anticipation of what had become her routine torment. But this time, instead of the usual silence, Lucian spoke, cold and demanding.

"Are you going to be a good girl?" he asked, his voice harsh, his eyes narrowing.

The slave nodded quickly, silently pleading for mercy, her eyes wide with fear. Lucian approached her. Without a word, he untied the rope suspending her, lowering her carefully. As her body was brought down, she crumpled to the ground, her red face pressing against the cold floor. He untied the rope from her ankle tie, but she remained bound, still at his mercy.

"Get up," Lucian ordered, kicking her side. She rolled to her knees, rising slowly. The cum and saliva on her face were sticky and cold, causing her to shiver in discomfort. The dried fluids had hardened, creating a crusty layer stuck to her skin, clinging to her lashes and plastering her hair to her face. As she moved, the dried fluids cracked, causing discomfort to her delicate skin.

Her mouth was pried open by the metal gag, her lips stretched painfully to their limits, revealing chapped and cracked skin. Her body trembled with exhaustion, yet she knew she had no choice but to obey. Lucian glanced at the water bowl and then back at her, his voice cold and commanding.

"Drink. Hurry up. Then prove you've learned your lesson."

The slave's eyes flickered with desperation as she quickly lowered her head, thrusting her face into the water. The cool liquid was a momentary relief, soothing her parched mouth as she drank thirstily. She sucked at the water through the gag, the taste of stale drool and semen filling her mouth, making her stomach churn. She struggled to swallow each gulp through the gag. Lucian allowed her to drink her fill before grabbing her hair and pulling her toward him.

Lucian placed his cock in front of her. “I'm removing this gag, but if your teeth so much as touch me, I'll rip every one of them out myself.” His voice was a fierce warning. His hand reached down and grasped the metal gag, his fingers digging into her hair as he removed it with force. The gag fell to the ground with a loud clank, leaving her lips red and swollen from being stretched so long.

The slave's jaw moved clumsily as she tried to alleviate the soreness. Her face contorted in discomfort, but she settled down, looking up at her owner. “Please, sir, I'm so sorry. I'll be good. Let me prove it, please.”

Her words carried a mixture of fear and desperation as she gazed up at him. With a nuzzle of her head, she pressed her face against Lucian's cock. Her lips parted, gently planting small kisses along the shaft, her tongue darting out to taste the salty skin. Lucian’s face contorted with pleasure.

The slave's pink tongue glided out, wet and glistening, as she wrapped it around the tip of Lucian's cock, guiding it toward her mouth with eager eyes. Her lips enveloped him, her mouth wet and shiny, as she began to work him with a hungry expression. Lucian’s pleasure grew as she bobbed her head and added suction, her tongue still working to please him.

Lucian let her continue, his cock throbbing as he enjoyed her attentions. He raised a hand, tangling it in her hair, but stopped himself. It was her turn to prove herself, and he would make her do so.

"Fuck yourself on my cock," he ordered.

She winced but began bobbing deeper, forcing his cock into her throat with each thrust. “Ohhh fuck, good girl, good girl,” Lucian groaned, his voice strained as her debasement brought him pleasure. It didn’t take long before his cum exploded again. He pulled out, a string of saliva connecting his cock to her mouth.

She quivered beneath him, her eyes wide with fear and desperation, craving his approval. Every inch of her body trembled as she pressed herself against his leg, nuzzling like a pet seeking affection. "D-did I do it right?" she asked softly, her voice trembling with uncertainty.

Lucian's lips curled into a slow, satisfied smile. "You did absolutely perfect," he said, his voice low and filled with approval, a warmth that deepened her submission.

Lucian reached down and expertly unclipped the metal restraints locking her arms behind her back. The slave let out an audible gasp as the tension in her shoulders released, relief washing over her. She slumped slightly, savoring the respite.

"Stretch your arms," Lucian ordered calmly. "Get ready for another tie."

The slave moved slowly, pulling her arms forward and rotating them to relieve the soreness. Lucian watched her intently. After a few minutes, he spoke again.

"Enough."

Lucian approached her with the rope, binding her arms similarly to how her legs had been tied. Her wrists were pulled up to her shoulders, rendering her hands useless.

He turned and strode toward the door. This time, he didn’t allow the door to close behind him. Instead, he paused, casting a calculating glance over his shoulder.

"Crawl," he said, his tone smooth and firm. "Come out. Be a good pet."

The words hung in the air. Her body tensed as she realized what he meant. With her wrists bound tightly to her shoulders, she had to follow him on her elbows and knees, unable to use her hands or feet for balance. The awkward movement forced her to rely on her elbows, her knees scraping along the ground as she struggled to keep pace with him.