Mia slipped out of my chamber.
The door closed softly behind her. I lay there for a second, staring at the ceiling, the lantern casting shadows across the stone.
'That happened.'
I sat up and pulled on my pants.
Work to do.
---
The next morning started normal.
I sent Isaac and Martha to check the traps east. Fish stocks were low. Sophie and Mia were sorting supplies in one of the side chambers. Rachel was cooking something near the fire—tubers, maybe, and dried fish.
David sat alone.
Far wall. Staring at nothing.
I walked past him. "You helping with anything today?"
He didn't look up. "Not interested."
'Fine.'
I had better things to do.
---
An hour later, I was in my chamber with Chloe and Lydia.
Chloe knelt beside Lydia, her hand on the back of the blonde's head, guiding her down onto my cock.
"Deeper," Chloe whispered. "You can take more."
Lydia gagged. But Chloe didn't let her pull back.
"Breathe through your nose. And fucking relax."
I grabbed Lydia's hair and thrust forward.
She choked. Her whole body convulsed, but I held her there, watching her throat work around me. Saliva dripped from her chin onto her shirt.
'Good.'
"Just like that," I said.
Chloe smiled. Proud teacher. "See? You're getting better."
Lydia made a muffled sound.
I thrust deeper while eyes rolled back.
Then I heard it.
A scream.
'Shit.'
I pulled out and grabbed the Glock.
"Stay here."
"Jack—"
I was already moving.
---
The main chamber was chaos.
Isaac on the ground. Clutching his side. Blood seeping between his fingers—dark, spreading fast.
David standing over him holding Isaac's knife.
'You've got to be fucking kidding me.'
Everyone else had backed away. Martha against the wall. Sophie pulling Mia behind her. Rachel frozen, hand over her mouth.
David's eyes found mine.
'He actually did it.'
"Put it down," I said, raising the Glock.
"Fuck you."
Rachel tried. "David—"
"SHUT UP!" His voice cracked. Back to me. "I'm done. Done with this. With you. All of it."
'Yeah. I can see that.'
"Put the knife down."
He laughed. "Or what? You'll shoot me? Go ahead."
'I swear that was tempting.'
I walked slowly toward him.
"Last chance."
He raised the knife. Hand shaking. "Stay back—"
I pistol-whipped him.
The Glock's grip cracked against his temple. His eyes rolled. The knife clattered. He dropped.
I stood over him, breathing hard.
Then looked at Martha. "Help Isaac."
She snapped out of it and rushed forward. Hands on the wound immediately. Isaac hissed but didn't scream.
"Not deep," Martha said after a second. Voice shaking but focused. "Missed the kidney. Barely. But he's bleeding—I need bandages, water, antiseptic herbs—"
"Chloe. Help her."
Chloe ran.
I looked at David's unconscious body.
Then at Rachel.
Still frozen. Staring at her son. Tears streaming.
"Come with me.
---
I dragged David into a side chamber and threw him in a chair.
Tied his wrists behind the backrest. Ankles to the legs. Another loop around his forehead, tying his head back so he couldn't look away.
'He's going to see hell today.'
I stepped back.
Still unconscious. Blood from the temple gash.
I left him there and went back to my chamber.
Rachel was standing in the middle of the room. Trembling. Arms wrapped around herself.
I closed the door.
"He stabbed Isaac."
"I know." Whisper. "I'm sorry—"
"You didn't think your son would try to murder someone?"
She flinched.
'Doesn't matter. He did it. Now we deal with it.'
I stepped closer. "This is the second time he's put everyone at risk. I can't let it slide."
"Please." Voice breaking. "Don't kill him."
"I'm not going to kill him."
Hope flashed in her eyes.
Not yet, anyway.'
"Just a little lesson," I said. "And you're going to help me."
"What?"
I cupped her face. Forced her to look at me. "He needs to understand that everything here belongs to me."
Her breathing quickened.
"When he wakes up, you're going to show him exactly who you belong to."
"Jack, I can't—"
"You can. Because if you don't..." I let it hang.
She closed her eyes. Tears streaming.
"This is the only way?"
"It's the only way he doesn't end up in the ground."
Long silence. Her whole body shaking.
Then she nodded
"Take off your clothes."
---
Her hands trembled as she pulled her shirt over her head. Bra next. Then pants. Underwear. She stood there naked, arms covering herself instinctively.
"Hands at your sides."
She dropped them slowly. Her breasts were heavy and full, nipples already hardening in the cool air. Her body was all curves—soft in the right places, the kind that had carried a child and kept its shape.
I grabbed the thick leather belt from the corner.
Her eyes widened.
"Turn around."
She turned.
I wrapped it around her neck like a collar and buckled it tight—not choking, but she'd feel it with every breath.
"What do you say?"
Silence.
I yanked it tighter.
She gasped. "Thank you."
"Thank you for what?"
Voice cracking. "Thank you for... collaring me."
"Good girl."
I grabbed her arm and pulled her toward the side chamber.
---
David's head was up when we entered.
Eyes unfocused. Then they found me. Then his mother.
Then the belt around her neck.
The way she stood naked beside me. Head down.
"What—"
I didn't let him finish.
Turned Rachel to face him.
"Tell him what you are."
She swallowed. Eyes filling. "I can't—"
I grabbed the belt and yanked.
She choked.
"Say it. Or I put him in the ground."
She looked at David. Tears streaming. "I'm... I'm his property."
David made a choking sound.
"Get on your knees."
---
Rachel sank down slowly. I stepped in front of her and unbuckled my belt.
The sound echoed.
David tried to look away. The rope around his forehead held him in place.
I pulled my cock out. Already hard.
Rachel stared at it.
"Open your mouth."
She didn't move.
I grabbed the belt and yanked her forward. "Open."
She opened. Lips trembling.
I slapped my cock against her tongue. Once. Twice. Then against her face.
"What are you?"
No answer.
Slapped her face again with my cock. "Answer."
"I'm..." Barely a whisper. "I'm yours."
"You're my what?"
Silence.
Grabbed her hair. Yanked her head back. "Say it. Or I make him watch me break you in ways you can't imagine."
Voice broken. "I'm your... your slut."
"Louder."
"I'm your slut!" Sobbing.
David was making sounds now. 'Music to my ears.'
"Good girl. Now suck."
---
I pushed into her mouth slowly. Her lips stretched wide, eyes squeezing shut as I filled her mouth. She tried not to gag. Tried to breathe through her nose.
I grabbed her hair with both hands and started moving.
Each time I hit the back of her throat, she gagged. Each time she gagged, I held her there.
Grabbed her hair tighter.
David was crying now.
'Good. Let him see.'
I pulled out suddenly. She gasped. Coughing.
"Wave at him."
She stared. "What?"
"Wave at your son. Show him you're okay."
'I was enjoying every moment of it, seen a lot of pornstars do this, even with Rachel's body, I will make her do more.'
Her face crumpled. "Please—"
"Do it."
Slowly. Trembling. She raised one hand and gave David a small, broken wave.
He looked away—tried to. The rope held.
I shoved my cock back in and kept going. Harder. Deeper.
My orgasm built fast.
"I'm going to cum in your mouth. You're going to show him before you swallow."
She made a desperate sound, I thrust deep and held her there.
Came hard. Flooding her mouth. Pulse after pulse.
She choked but I held her head.
When I pulled out, her mouth was full. Cum dripping from her lips.
"Show him."
She turned toward David. Opened her mouth. Cum pooled on her tongue.
"Swallow."
She closed her mouth. Swallowed. Throat working.
Opened again. Empty.
"Good girl."
David was sobbing.
*'We're just getting started.'*
---
I pulled Rachel to her feet. Turned her around. Forced her hands behind her back.
Rope. Bound her wrists tight.
"Kneel on his lap. Face him."
"What?"
"Do it."
She climbed onto David's lap awkwardly. Hands bound behind her. Naked body pressed against her son.
Her breasts in his face. Her cunt facing me.
David tried to turn his head. L
"Just look at her. Look at your mother's body."
Rachel sobbed. Forehead pressing against David's shoulder.
"Feel that?" I positioned behind her. "That's your son. Caged. Because of what I'm about to do."
"Please—"
Grabbed her hair. Pulled her head back. Forced her to look at David.
"Forehead against his."
She did. Slowly. Trembling.
Their foreheads touched. Eyes locked.
Mother and son. Inches apart.
'This is going to destroy him.'
I positioned my cock at her entrance.
She was wet. Body doesn't lie.
"Tell him how it feels."
"I can't—"
Yanked the belt. She choked.
"Tell him."
I thrust inside.
She cried out—shame and violation in one sound.
Her body jerked forward. Face pressing against David's.
I started moving.
Her body jerked with each thrust. Hands bound. Helpless.
"Mum—" David's voice cracked.
"I'm sorry." Rachel sobbing. "I'm sorry, baby—"
I slapped her ass. Hard.
She yelped.
"Stop apologizing. Tell him what this is."
"What?"
Thrust harder. "Tell him how my cock feels."
She sobbed. "I can't—"
Reached around. Found her clit. Rubbed firm circles.
She made a desperate sound—body responding despite everything.
"Tell him. Or I stop and use your ass instead."
Voice broken. "It feels... big."
"Bigger than his father's?"
Eyes squeezed shut.
"Answer."
"Yes. Bigger than his father's."
"Tell your son."
Eyes opened. Met David's. "His cock is bigger than your father's."
David's face crumpled.
I kept fucking her. Her cunt was tight. Wet. Gripping me.
Rubbed her clit harder.
She moaned. Couldn't help it.
Her cunt started clenching rhythmically.
'She's close.'
I kept fucking.
She went rigid. Right on the edge.
"You can't cum yet."
Eyes wide. "What?"
"Ask David if you can cum on my cock."
"I can't—"
Stopped moving. Held still inside her.
"Then you don't cum at all."
She sobbed. Looked at David. Faces inches apart.
"David." Whisper. "Please. Can I... can I cum?"
David shook his head. Crying.
"Please, baby—I need—"
"Tell him you need to cum on my cock," I said. "Say it exactly."
"I need to cum on his cock." Sobbing. "David, please, I'm sorry—"
David closed his eyes. Refusing.
'Shit I might die after this, I will deal with this later.
"He won't give permission. But I will. Cum. Now."
Thrust hard. Rubbed her clit roughly.
She shattered.
Screaming. Convulsing. Cunt clenching violently while she stared into her son's face.
---
I kept moving.
Oversensitive now. Every nerve raw. Bordering on pain.
"No—I already—please—"
"I didn't say stop."
Fucked her harder.
"It hurts—"
"Good."
Kept going. Relentless.
She came again.
Unwilling. Body forcing it despite the pain.
Screaming into David's shoulder.
Didn't stop.
Third orgasm. She was barely conscious. Just shaking. Sobbing.
'Time to finish.'
I thrust deep and held. Came hard. Flooding her cunt. Pulse after pulse.
Rachel made a broken sound.
When I pulled out, cum dripped immediately.
Grabbed her hair. Dragged her off David's lap.
She collapsed between his legs.
"Spread your legs. Show him."
She spread slowly. Cum leaking. Running down her thighs.
David making broken sounds.