Enslaved. Part III

“Finn… I mean, Sir, I… I don’t know if…” The New York City subway car is half-filled with people—some heading home late in the evening, others on their way to a late shift. Indifferent, exhausted faces, slumped shoulders, and tired eyes. My face, by contrast, is bright red. My shoulders are tense, and my eyes can’t decide whether to dart around in a panic or glaze over, milky-white with desire.

“What do you want, you little minx?” I hear his voice in my ear. It’s just a standard earpiece with a microphone on the cable connected to my phone—but to me, it feels like a leash tightening around my neck, leading straight to his cold, relentless fist. He controls me, just like the bitch he surely must take me for.

“I mean… you know…” Honestly, I can’t blame him if that’s how poorly he thinks of me. My panting carries across the line, reaching him directly—weak, horny, and obedient. Just like his little slutty piggy girlfriend. My God, he owns me…

“You’re right, little one,” he snarls. “I know. You don’t. Now shut the fuck up and concentrate on what you want—understood?”

That’s a good question. Do I even understand at all? The situation. What’s happening. And why, the fuck, am I so goddamn horny?

“Understood,” I murmur and clench my fist into my lap. But of course, I'm too weak to lie to him. So he speaks again. And his voice cuts open my skull, moves through my ear directly into my brain. He cuts it into pieces, slice by slice, cuts out the parts he doesn't like, throws them in the waste, and stitches it all together like Frankenstein's monster or something. I don't know. He's right in this regard. I can't think with him in my head. Just feel.

“You sure slut?” he laughs cruelly, cuts deeper in my brain and changes me the way he likes. "I don't think we can depend on the things you know. I mean, it has to be pretty clear to you, at least now, how important my family is to me."

“Yes, Sir,” I whisper while people around me ignore my worried face. I feel strange and lost in this place, underground. Normally, I take cabs or even limousines to get to places. Now I'm a commoner. Like...

A common thief.

It hit me while I crouched into my bench and tried to sink into the ground. At the same time trying not to give people the opportunity to see under my short skirt and covering my nipples, which are clearly visible under the piece of material I wear as a top. No bra. Things are lying unused at home. I look like rapebait, I realize with shock. Slutty and whorish and just as dependent on him as Sonya is. As we all are. I should sit down, run away, stop the games and fantasies and nicknames and...

But I don't want to.

Because I'm horny.

So horny, my tights stick together from my pussy slime that oozes out of my holes and I fear people can see the dark, ever-growing spot on my skirt as soon as I stand up. I’m so horny I could cry.

My life gets me horny. My situation gets me horny. That I’m so traumatized, a slave to my desires and this cruel but so devastatingly powerful man… makes me more horny than I ever was in my life.

No wonder I can’t cum, and then can cum my brains out when I’m thinking of him. Thinking of his words, his commands and the way I kneel at his feet.

I get horny observing him. I get horny being under him.

And I get fucking horny thinking about his family.

My God, what’s happening to me?

But the answer eludes me and instead a thought enters my head that takes hold and that I know will never leave me again. I don't need to know. He knows it. I'm just here to steal things.

Rania Naziri. +6 (PS -63)

The realization hits me. I'm okay with this fate, to be honest.

I can see myself fucking his family. His sister, his other sister, his other sister and his mom and who else he fucks. He's a god damn monster, maybe a vampire or some kind? I read books about that. Smutty books. Books that made my blood boil. But this is real and I have no idea what’s happening. The only thing I know is that it feels right to steal things. It feels good. To steal his things. His most valuable possessions. And today, this possession is…

“Hey slut!”

"Hm? Sir?" I blink and try to focus. His voice stopped me dead in my tracks… My fingers digging into the fabric of my skirt and my legs rubbing together to bring pressure to my swollen pussylips.

“You moan quite loud,” his voice tells me in my ear and I look around frantically. Gladly, the NY Subway is dirtier than my whoriish behavior but that doesn't exclude me from a mocking laugh from the men that seem to own me. “I bet you feel horny right now, right?”

“I…” My lips press together so hard it hurts and I shake my head. "N-No Sir, I..."

Rania Haziri.

Forced Honesty.

What am I doing? This man on the other end of the line, the man that lives rent-free in my head, I can't lie to him. What am I doing lying to Finn Lynchwood? I mean, it’s not as if I’m capable enough to pull such stunts with him, given the facts. I sucked his dick. I got fucked by him and his family. I've seen some shit. Shit, he’s confirmed with this clarity and boldness I can’t comprehend anymore even if I want to. I did such crazy, shameful and lustful things with him, against my own will... *And you think you could lie to him? Finn*? You stupid bitch! You will commit crimes for him. Just to get to his most valuable possession and you think you could lie? About your body? This man knows more about you, your mind and your body than you ever could! When I thought I was a normal, intelligent, confident and cunning young woman, he showed me the silly little thiefing girl that I truly am. I’m nothing but what he sees in me, I realize and want to scream, cry and masturbate at the same time. But there is something else.

With him, I can be free.

Rania Naziri. +8 (PS -55)

Free to be who I am. Free to be how I want. Free to be bad. Free to steal. Free to make mistakes.

He will protect me.

He will correct me.

I will fight him.

I will obey him.

And you really wanted to lie to this man, Rania?

An older man is sitting near me. To him, I must look like a panicked animal, so he offers an encouraging smile. Then there’s a middle-aged woman who has managed, thus far, to ignore the panting, disheveled mess in the seat nearby—a mess frantically trying not to masturbate.

And there’s a young man, too, staring in my direction—hardly trying to be subtle about it. His gaze rests openly on my sweat-drenched body.

They are all part of this weary crowd, yet they happen to be the ones sitting closest to me. Perhaps I even reek—stink—of horny desperation. Maybe my scent fills the entire carriage. Wet pussy and anxious sweat.

In any case, they are all watching as this girl—this silly little girl—falls apart before their very eyes. She is coming undone at the very places Finn’s words sliced ​​into her. A woman, shattered into a thousand tiny pieces.

“Yes, Sir,” I say, surprised by the sound of my own voice. It ought to sound broken and lost—traumatized, fearful. It certainly doesn’t sound content or strong. I could never be strong when Finn is near. My voice sounds… eager. Eager and devoted. “I’m very horny.”

“I bet you are,” I hear his voice reply. Is he… proud? My heart flutters with joy. “You horny little slutty-pig.” The name doesn’t sting anymore. Do I feel… proud? Perhaps not. I am still his plaything—his slutty little slave, whom he can torment with those god-like orgasms and the chance to steal something from him… This time, I hear myself moan. Finn does too—and so do the bystanders in this rattling carriage, which is bringing me toward Finn’s most prized possession: The information about this Lokota and Tana girl. “Sir…” I pant and try to figure out what I want to ask him. Can I touch myself? That would be a pressing issue. But no, I know he’s too strong for me to earn this victory. Can I be your fucktoy this evening? Maybe if I do a good enough job for him. But still, he would decide.

“What, slut?”

“I… erm…” I look around the coach, seeing the stars of the passengers. Disgust, helpful care and, of course, lust. But I only try to form a coherent sentence. Just one sentence, you slut! You know what you want to ask him!

He already calls me that. His Slut. Yes. Slutty-pig. Yes. But although...

But I can't. I don't dare.

“I’m sorry Sir,” is the best I can do with what I have, and Finn hesitates.

“Sorry for what?”

“For endangering your family,” I say. “Your sister and… mother and… There must be others… right?” I blink and shake my head. “I’m sorry Sir!” I say way too loud. “I shouldn’t have asked!” The old man stands up and leaves the coach. He seemed nice, caring. But I'm just a slut in the subway. The younger man leans forward, his hands folded between his spread legs and clearly listens to me. Should I tell Finn? No. He is more important than me.

“It’s okay… Rania.” Silence. From him. And from me. Right now, I'm a babbling mess. But even I, disgustingly wet, horny and ready to mate, am woman enough to hear his voice. Normal. Almost… caring.

My god, what have I done? Why in god’s name have I participated in this crazy dumb picture stunt? I don't even like Candice, Sonya and Lynn that much!

“You’re right,” he finally says. "It's not just my family or Sonya. Heh. You wouldn't believe where I'm heading right now. But anyways. There are my best friend and my new girlfriend, and I'm still not sure why I deserve them. So... heh... Don't know why I'm telling you this. You, of all people."

"Finn... Sir? May I..." I gulp but fight on. “May I ask a question?”

"Of c... If you must." The lights on the train show my destination. The bad part of the city. I'm scared to be there at night. I'm scared of what became of me. And I'm scared to be here, in this place. The young man watches every move I make with predatory eyes. He don't seem too friendly. I should ask Finn for help.

“When this is all over… then… can I…”

“Over?” He interrupts me, his voice changes. It seems I spoke of something that he neglected until now. “Not sure where you came from, but this is your life now, Rania.” My mouth becomes dry. There's this determination in his voice, as if he tells me the sky is blue. "Nothing will change. And nothing comes between me, my family and my loved ones. You will continue to steal from me like you always wanted. And you can count yourself lucky you will like it. Tell me, Rania. Tell me the truth. You like being my slutty little thief, stealing from me and being in my presence." No hesitation on my part.

“Yes, Sir,” I say and close my eyes. “I love it.”