[M] Family Reunited Unexpectedly.

Belial lowered his head and lapped up one of her tears as it slid down her cheek, a loud purr rumbling in his chest, her shame and horror fueled his joy.

He could not understand what she was so upset about, in all honesty, normally he would not have let someone live if they had spoken to him in such a manner, she should be happy that this was as bad as it got.

The Demon gave a low moan as he began to thrust, his hands resting on either side of her head as he held himself up, his body grinding against her as he moved, getting progressively harder and faster.

She flinched when his tongue laved over the skin of her cheek.

Brandusa tried to relax her body as he began to thrust inside of her, allowing him to move easier and for her to not feel as much pain.

It didn't help too much but there was definitely some relief in the act.

Her body was reacting positively to the Demon's thrusts, rocking against him. But her mind was screaming. She wanted this to be over.

A soft sob sounded.

"You should give in Brandusa, this isn't going to end quickly, you'll find I have quite a lot of stamina.

Your body wants this, it wants me, submitting would only prove beneficial."

He purred his words as his hand slid down her body, his fingers rubbing her clit in quick tight circles as his thrusts picked up the pace.

Belial moved faster, he wasn't about to go at a calm pace for her benefit, no, he was using her body the same as he would use Zakhar's, his movements held the same ferocity.

Submitting?

She had submitted. She wasn't thrashing in her bonds. She wasn't hurling abuse at him. She was just lying here, letting him do whatever the fuck he wanted to her.

How could he say she hadn't submitted?

"What the fuck am I supposed to say? I'm fucking sorry, Master, please fuck me harder and claim me completely?" she snarled up at him.

Immediately she regretted her words. Would Belial take them at face value and really do it? She bit her lip harshly. She hoped he didn't.

He chuckled softly and shook his head, trust someone so young to think like that.

"You obviously don't understand the true meaning of submission."

He didn't expect her to say anything, physically giving up was completely different from true submission.

She was simply accepting what was happening to her, she wasn't allowing herself to physically and mentally give into it, not that it mattered to him in the slightest.

Her words made a smirk pull at the corner of his lips, she had said it in spite but he chose to take it literally.

With that Belial moved harder and faster, ramming into the girl with vicious force, his grip on her hips tightening as he held her down against the bed to stop her from jolting up with each of his movements.

She shook her head frantically.

She didn't understand. She didn't want to understand. She didn't want to submit to this monster. She didn't want to submit to anyone.

Brandusa gave a scream when he began thrusting harder and faster into her, thrashing in her bonds again, crying and screaming.

No. No!

The girl flinched and kicked and screamed and thrashed against the bonds and the hands keeping her in place. She yelled abuse at the Demon, calling him every foul name she could think of in any of the languages she knew. Considering she knew four languages well enough to insult someone, that was a lot of names.

She spat at Belial, thrashing even more.

She wanted this to end.

The smirk on the Demon's face just got progressively wider and more self-satisfied as she thrashed and hurled abuse at him.

Belial shook his head and wiped the spit off of himself, now that was an act that he did not appreciate.

Leaning over to his bedside table he grabbed out a ball gag and forced it into her mouth, strapping it around her head.

His hand came down spitefully hard on her thigh, smacking her roughly.

"Do not spit at your Master, I've let you live so far, do not test my generosity."

His words were not said angrily, but that made them all the more fearsome, the cool, calm tone which held such vial meaning.

She wanted him out of her, so he was just going to stay in her for as long as he pleased.

Her screams sent a shiver down his spine as he kept moving at the same ferocity, a low moan escaping his lips.

She growled, trying to pull as far away as she could when the gag neared her.

Brandusa snapped at the Demon's fingers, growling louder and chewing at the gag when it was forced between her teeth. She was thankful for, if nothing else, her father giving her the strong jaws of a Lycan. It wouldn't take much to chew through the gag.

Her body jerked and she gave a pained howl when he slapped her.

Master?! Fuck that and its little dog, too. There was no fucking way he was her Master. She'd die before he fastened a collar around her neck and called her a Slave.

The low moan shook her to the core.

He was enjoying this... He was enjoying her fighting against him. Sick fucking bastard. If she ever saw him again after she got away from here it would be far too soon.

"Chew through that gag and I will shove something else into your mouth and I can guarantee that you will not enjoy it."

He replied, his eyes narrowing with delight as he watched her snarl and sink her teeth into the gag, everything she did that he did not permit or like would earn her worse treatment.

He let out another moan as his movements became more erratic, he could feel the slow build up of heat in his stomach, caused by not only the feeling of her hot and tight around him but the sound of her snarls, her hateful words and the sight of her tears rolling down her cheek.

His hand slid down again and rubbed her clit in small, tight circles.

The movement of her jaws slowed to a stop as she glared up at him.

There was no doubt that he'd follow through with that threat if she did chew through the gag.

Her eyes clenched shut and she bit into the gag hard to stop herself from moaning when his fingers found her clit.

She shouldnt be enjoying this. She felt disgusting. He was raping her brutally and here she was fucking enjoying it.

A purr rumbled in his chest as he continued to move against her, his body grinding against hers as he thrust his hips, his movements speeding up slightly as his breath came in a slow pant.

His fingers teased and stimulated her relentlessly, rolling her clit between them, giving it a slight squeeze before rubbing it at a speed which rivaled his hips.

Belial let out another moan, lowering his head before catching the soft skin on her neck between his teeth, biting down on the flesh roughly as he sucked on the skin caught between his teeth.

She writhed against his fingers as they stroked and pinched and teased her.

Tears started to well up again as he continued to tease and fuck her. Why was she enjoying this? She was a disgusting being. Enjoying being raped like this.

The Halfling shifted, trying to draw her shoulders up to her neck and press her chin down to hide as much of her neck as possible and push him away from her.

She already had a slap mark; she didn't want any more of his marks gracing her body.

Belial gave a soft laugh as she tried to push him away from her neck, she really was adorable, if she forced him away from one area he was only going to move onto another.

His tongue trailed down her body, gracing over her collar bone and chest until he lapped at her nipple again, catching the nub between his teeth and rubbing his tongue against it as he sucked.

The movements of his hips became harsher and less timed, more erratic as he found himself becoming more and more aroused by her, her tears especially.

Why had this happened to her?

What had she done to deserve punishment like this? What Gods had she angered?

For the first time in the year she had been travelling she wanted to go home. She wanted to curl up against her mother's side and just cry.

She wasn't the tough woman she pretended to be and this was showing her just how weak and defenceless she was in the most brutal way. She hated it. She felt so small and pathetic and scared.

Brandusa was a scared little girl that wanted to go back to Romania.

She hated admitting that to herself.

His eyes smouldered as he looked down at her, watching her was like seeing someone go through the five stages of grief, at the moment, she seemed to be up to the forth stage, depression.

He gave a soft chuckle and continued to move, his speed increasing once again as he gave a long moan, his hips jerking as he came.

Belial smirked down at her before pulling away from her, sliding himself out and pulling off the condom, tossing it into the bin as he walked over to the bathroom, stretching his arms over his head as if he had just had casual sex instead of having just raped a woman.

The girl just laid silently as he came inside her.

She didn't utter a word when he pulled out of her and just walked away.

She felt violated and dirty. But most of all, she felt utterly disgusted with herself. She enjoyed it more than she was willing to admit. The proof of that was smeared against her inner thighs.

Brandusa stared up at the ceiling silently as Belial did whatever the Hell he wanted to do.

The ties kept her still and the gag kept her quiet.

Belial spent a few minutes in the bathroom cleaning himself up before walking back in with a towel wrapped around his waist.

Leaning over by Zakhar's cage he gave the man a stroke on the cheek before unlocking the cage and untying his bonds, giving the toy in him a sharp thrust.

He gave Zakhar's collar a tug, indicating to him silently that he was to follow him.

Making his way back over to the bed he untied Brandusa's arms and legs, pushing her off of the bed crudely before sprawling out on it himself.

Untrained Slaves didn't get to stay on the bed, they could sleep on the floor.
The girl could run off and hide or try and find help, he could not care less, she could not run or hide from Belial, she would learn that soon enough.

Zakhar hadn't watched what was going on on the bed. For the most part he had been unaware.

He had been concentrating on the toy inside him, the pleasure driving him insane but not enough to make him come. It was maddening.

His silver eyes flickered open when fingers stroked his cheek.

He stared up at his Master, his eye darkened with lust, gaze half-lidded.

Zakhar gasped loudly, hips thrusting back against the toy when it was thrust inside of him.

He crawled from the cage obediently, moaning as each movement caused the toy inside of him to move.

The Russian stood at the side of the bed silently when Belial sprawled out, waiting for him to give an order.

Sex with a condom on was always so unfulfilling, it lacked that contact of skin against skin, the heat and the moisture.

Belial sat up slightly, bending his legs and spreading them, making room for Zakhar's head between his thighs.

His dark violet gaze met with the Lycan's silver, both smoldering with desire.

"Suck."

He ordered as he lay there, his arms folded beneath his head as he looked up at the man through the fringe of his dark locks.

Zakhar crawled onto the bed, moaning softly as the movement jostled the toy again.

He wanted to move it; to take hold of it himself and thrust it in and out of himself. But Belial hadn't given him the order to do that so he couldn't.

The Lycan bowed his head, lips parting around the Demon's arousal as he took him into his mouth.

He gave a gentle suck before beginning to bob his head.

Belial let out a contented sigh as Zakhar took him into his mouth, the Demon had only just come so he needed a little bit of time to regenerate.

His hands slid down the man's back, dragging his nails slowly down his spine before his finger slid between his cheeks, curling around the vibrator.

He moved the toy, swirling it around inside of the Lycan before slowly thrusting it.

Zakhar moaned loudly when the toy was thrust inside of him.

After the toy had stayed still inside of him for so long, the movement was delicious. He wanted more. He wanted to come.

The Lycan continued to bob his head, sucking at the demon's arousal eagerly.

He wanted to be satisfied and the best way of getting satisfied was satisfying his Master. If Belial was happy, he'd share his good mood with Zakhar.

"You looked so good behind those bars, Zakhar, sitting so perfectly after I had left you alone for such a long time, I bet this teased you for every second of my absence."

He purred his words, giving the toy a sharp twist before continuing to thrust it.

He loved dirty talk words always got the Lycan hot and bothered, his dark gazed stared down at the man, the Demon's torso was still stained with his own blood, which was slowly drying to his skin.

Belial had every intention of keeping to their agreement, he would protect the man in exchange for this, devoted servitude.

He gave a low moan as Zakhar sucked him enthusiastically, his hips rising and falling slightly with his movements.
His hand slowly slipped around the Lycan's body, grasping onto his arousal firmly, giving it long, firm strokes.

Zakhar moaned and writhed a little. The mixture of the words and the toy being moved inside him was indeed getting him hot and bothered. More hot and bothered than he already was.

He continued to pleasure his Master, eyes flickering open and lifting to meet with Belial's. Eye contact when you were being sucked off was a very intimate thing.

The Lycan gasped when the Demon's fingers curled around his arousal.

The bobbing of his head paused for a moment as he enjoyed the feeling of the toy inside of him and the hand pumping him. The only stilled for a moment before his head began bobbing against with renewed vigour.

A smirk pulled at the Demon's lips as Zakhar gasped, he loved that noise.

"How about, we give you what you really want..."

He muttered, grabbing the man's collar and pulling him up his body and away from his arousal.

"Me."

Belial sat up and pulled the Lycan into his lap, his hand reaching down to pull the vibrator out of the man, agonizingly slow.

With a soft grunt and pulled Zakhar down onto him, pushing deep inside of the Lycan, his hand moving to sweep the man's hair out of his face.

"Show me how much you want me."
He muttered in a near whisper as he gripped the man's hips, prompting him to move himself.