The Vessel by Selena Moore

Chapter 5

The sound of thunder and heavy rainfall reached way down into the depths of The Hub the next morning and Kratos stared at the beautiful woman with the flowing hair sleeping on her back. He pulled down the covers to reveal her swollen labia, her cum covered thighs, and long, lean legs, and before he knew it he was rock hard.

Fucking her again would have to wait. She was sleeping so peacefully, he didn’t have the heart to wake her. Marcus told him she had been obedient and it pleased him immensely that she had agreed to stay with them. Women were hard to find, the Machines made sure to kill them and children first to ensure the extinction of the human race. He had not told her to clean up after her first cum-bath the previous evening and she had not once questioned his command. He needed to make her feel what it was going to be like if she actually stayed with them.

He prepared a hearty breakfast and when it was almost ready he noticed that she was shifting, turning the other way, exposing her full round ass to him. He had decided against taking her from there yesterday. She would have gotten hurt if he had tried to breach her small opening, and he didn't want that. Perhaps he would try to fit inside her tonight after he had made her ready and wanton for his cock. She stirred again and opened her green eyes to meet his.

“Come eat with me, Emmanuella,” he said and she lazily got out of bed, wrapping the covers around her lithe body. “No need to drag the sheets with you, woman. From now on, you will always leave your breasts bare,” he said, summoning her toward him. Emmanuella let the sheets fall to the floor, and went to sit on his lap. Helatched his mouth on her nipple and sucked so hard she moaned. His strong right hand went to nestle between her thighs, and he pushed two large fingers inside of her, moving them languidly in and out. “You're still soaked from last night, I love it.” He lifted his fingers to his mouth, gently sucking on each digit, tasting her.

“You never told me to shower.”

Her obedience mesmerized him as he rubbed his enormous erection against her thigh. “I didn’t, did I?” he teased, lifting his head from her chest and licking his lips. I wanted you to get accustomed to being so filled with the men’s seed. A christening of cum, you may call it. Now, enough with the talk. Sit on my cock, woman. You are a sight for sore eyes, all naked and filled like that.”

She never questioned his command as she impaled herself on his massive length, moaning softly as he moved on to suck on her other breast, drinking her milk as if it was the most delicious of things. “That's it,” he whispered as she moved up and down his shaft, the pleasure building inside her with every time she took his manhood inside her tight body. “Take me deep, let me fill you up.”

“Oh my god, your cock feels so good,” Emmanuella breathed between soft moans and he stopped moving, only for a second to look deep into her eyes.

“Your milk is tasty and your cunt tight and juicy. You are a man’s dream, Emmanuella. I can’t wait to bury my cock inside your tight little ass.”

“I will submit to your will, Kratos,” she only said and they grunted together when he took control, lifting her by her waist and fucking her harder, building up momentum, plunging deep into her with every hard thrust until he spurted his hot seed into her with a visceral growl. He looked at her face and she was smiling.

He loved having her filled with his seed. “Get cleaned up.” Obediently, she dismounted him and walked to the en suite bathroom. By the time she was out, Marcus was already there, chatting with Kratos.

“My God, you look beautiful,” Kratos said as she exited the bathroom.

Her long hair was clean and brushed, her lips cherry red, her green eyes sparkling. She was wearing a blue satin robe, tied at the waist with a ribbon.

“Come here,” he said and she moved next to him. “I thought I told you your breasts should be bare.”He pushed the fabric aside exposing them, andthey hung heavy, the areolas now reddened and swollen from where his lips suckled on them and he pinched the nipples hard until they rose to buds. “Makes a man want to suck on those beauties until he’s drained all your milk, doesn't it, Marcus?”

Marcus only nodded, his gaze dropping to her bare chest.

“I want you to fuck her up the ass, Marcus. Her cunt will be well used by all the men later.”

His command was simple. Clear.

Emmanuella stood frozen in place, watching both men intently. Of all the times she had thought about how her first time with Marcus would be, it had never been initiated or witnessed by Kratos.

Marcus hesitated, just for a single moment and when he moved again, it was to unbuckle his belt. Kratos sat back on his armchair, folded his hands on his lap, and exchanged a conspiratorial look with his friend, ready to enjoy the show.

“Take me out,” Marcus said and Emmanuella dropped to her knees in front of the man she craved the most, getting his cock out of the confines of his trousers and cotton underwear and stroking him until he reached his full length. When he did, she bent her head and closed his mouth around him,sucking the soft, bulbous head slowly, then licking and softly biting, while his hand was kneading her plumpbreast. “Harder, slut. Take my cock inside your mouth.”

She was feeling horny as hell, wondering if this kind of degradation was supposed to get him off or to show his contempt for her in the presence of his boss but nothing could quench the fire he had ignited inside of her since they met, not even his mean words. She wondered if he would fuck her the way Kratos had, slow and careful or if he would stuff her back hole with his hard meat long and hard. Her cunt gushed at the illicit thoughts running through her mind and she almost protested when Marcus slipped out of her mouth and rubbed his cock on her flushed cheeks. “Suck me harder.”

She did, eagerly taking him inside her mouth again, sucking him deep until he grabbed her skull with both hands and started thrusting hard, forcing her to take him down to the root. She gagged only once and he withdrew momentarily and then he filled her again until he finally slipped out and offered a hand to help her up. She took it, and turned to look at Kratos who was watching intently, a wicked smile on his scarred face.

“Bend over on the bed.”

When she had assumed position, he moved behind her and aligned his throbbing cock with her anal ring. He didn’t see any lube lying around on the nightstand and he didn’t want to hurt her so he palmed her pussy, coating his fingers with her moisture, then spread it around her butthole and pushed inside her slowly, penetrating her inch by inch. “Nice and tight, aren’t you, my little slut? Your ass looks hungry for my cock.”

She moaned but stood still as he withdrew and then pushed in again, deeper this time. He saw Kratos watching through the mirror, and he pushed in harder, deeper until he was buried to the hilt.

“Fuck her harder, Marcus, she is hungry for your cum, I can see it in her eyes.”

Marcus didn't turn to look at his friend who cheered him on, instead, he slowed down, allowing Emmanuella to stretch around him as he moved carefully in and out of her ass.

Emmanuella clutched the sheets, moaning softly each time he breached her. But this was a show meant to entertain his boss and he would do just that. He pulled out all the way, marveling at her gaping hole, and then he pushed back in time and time again until he reached the point of no return.

“Shoot your cum on her face," Kratos said and Marcus shifted just in time to shoot his load on Emmanuella’s blushed cheeks as his orgasm distorted his features into a mask of pleasure mixed with pain.

“Clean him up,'" Kratos commanded.

Emmanuella complied, licking her lover's still hard cock clean off of the salty cum and Marcus suddenly realized that for the first time in his life, he took no pleasure from this voyeuristic assertion of dominance. He may have climaxed but it was only a procedural thing, Kratos's watchful eye had taken away any pleasure to be had by fucking this woman.

Marcus stepped back as his boss walked closer but Kratos didn’t dismiss him. “Stay and watch,” he only said. “Woman, on your knees, I hope my friend’s cock inside your ass has stretched you somewhat to take mine.” He then proceeded to apply some lube on her butt and then he plowed inside Emmanuella’s tight anal ring, her loud moaning only serving to make him harder.

“You like this, woman? Having every man’s cock under this roof throbbing for you?”

“Fuck yes, Kratos. You guys are fucking animals.”

“Only the strongest survive this war, woman,” Kratos said in between shallow thrusts. “Marcus stretched you out well, pity you can't take all of me.”

Emmanuella took his cock, moaning and stretching around him and a couple of minutes later he, too, grunted heavily, pumping her ass full of his creamy seed and pulling out only after he had drained his balls inside her. When he finally slipped out, her gaping hole oozed with his thick, warm cum. She then turned and sat on the bed, cross-legged, and watched the two men who fascinated her the most.

Kratos, larger than life with a body made of pure muscle and kind, generous ways, and Marcus, the man who saved her, mysterious and dangerous. Cruel and yet caring. She wondered when she would get pregnant and if she would ever know whose man the baby was but until then she was content just being here, among such strong, potent men.

Suddenly she wanted to know more about her new habitat. “Were there any other women here besides Luna and Maya?”

“There have been,” Marcus started, Kratos already up and heading for the shower. “The last two we lost during childbirth and one decided she didn’t like what we asked her to do. She went back to the surface. I found her lying on the side of the road a week later.”

“I’m sorry.”

“You don’t have to be. We all make a choice. Stay here and fight or in your case, get bred or take your chances out in the open. We both know what the odds are of making it. The children are kept at a monitored facility close by, some are already great warriors, experts at close combat. They are the future of mankind and that’s why you are of such great importance.”

Kratos appeared three minutes later, a black towel wrapped loosely around his trim waist. “Feel free to use her as you wish, I expect her back by midnight. Dismissed.”

Marcus nodded and Emmanuella followed him without hesitation. They reached the far end of the mansion and he opened a door to a vast room with chairs and benches, ropes hanging from the ceiling, and a large bar and a pool table right in the middle of the softly lit room.

Soft, ambient music was playing from a sound system she couldn’t see and the endless tapping of the falling rain on the roof up ahead made her feel grateful she was sheltered and safe. The floor was a deep forest green and the walls projected alternating videos and images of oceans, forests, city, and country life as it once used to be.

Marcus closed the door behind her and went behind the bar. “Would you like something to drink?”

“No, thank you, I'm fine.”

“That, you certainly are, my dear.”

“What's that supposed to mean?”

“Can't you take a compliment, honey? Jesus.”

“What are we doing here? What is this place?”

“Nothing. Yet,” he smirked, taking a sip of his drink. “This is the playroom, Emmanuella. Have a seat.”

“I'd rather stand, thank you.”

“Suit yourself. We have several new recruits coming in tonight. I will be joining the gathering. Do you have any objections to being tied down?”

“No.”

“Great.When we are at their company tonight, you will address me as Sir. Is that understood?”

“Yes.”

He finished his drink and walked to where she was standing. “Are you sore?”

“From all the fucking you mean?”

“A lot of manpower to take on.”

“I'm fine.”

“Good to know, that means the supplements are working.”

“What supplements?”

“The ones in your food and water, my darlin’. The woman’s reproductive system is quite the treasure down here, do you think we’d leave your well-being to chance?”

She was genuinely intrigued by now, he could see it in her eyes. “What do you mean? Are you putting drugs in my food?”

His sly grin only made his handsome face even more sinful. “I wouldn't call them drugs, per se. Just stuff to keep you strong and healthy. So tell me, how do you feel about what happened earlier?”

His attempt to change the subject worked like magic. “What do you mean?”

“You know exactly what I mean. I know how you feel,Emmanuella. Trust me, loathing me isn't going to do any of us any good. You are here for a purpose, don't you forget it.”

She shrugged, then looked straight into his eyes. So he thought she despised him. She wasn’t going to correct him. If he was blind to her emotions toward him, so be it. “Well, you make damn sure of it,” she only said. She couldn't help it. Her anger started to boil inside her at his indifference. “Were you always so obnoxious?”

His eyes didn't leave hers as he slowly walked toward where she was standing. "Were you always so persistent?" He cocked an eyebrow, flashing her another devilish grin.

“Do you ever answer questions, Marcus? I am already getting tired of this shit. Why do you even think this will make a difference in the end?”

He inched closer, his body now almost flush with hers. “I have to. Otherwise what the hell are we fighting for, huh?” He lifted her chin up so he could look straight into her eyes, the darkness there almost matching his own. “We have to keep the faith, darlin’. This fucking war is going to end sooner or later and we will finally get back what's rightfully ours.”

It happened then, at the worst possible time. Her emotions got the best of her and somehow, the tears that brewed behind her eyes finally broke free and rolled hot down her face. Her life had been spared while her husband and son wound up dead. She didn't deserve this.

This treatment. This worship. She didn't expect to feel anything again after their death. Only pain and suffering. She directed her wrath at any living body around her, desperate to hide the hollowness of her soul.

Yet, here she was, fighting the Machines again, in the only way she possibly could, a final, maybe futile attempt at redemption. At survival.

She didn't expect to feel this way about a man who stirred the most base of emotions inside her and she certainly didn't expect anything in return.

He lifted his hand and wiped away her tears, closing the distance between them and wrapping his arms around her and for a blessed moment he felt it too.

The feeling of being needed. Wanted. She let the tears run free, uninhibited and when he pulled away from her, all her anger had dissipated.

“Better?”

She forced a smile that failed to reach her eyes. “Thank you. I needed that.”

“Would you like me to tie you down and fuck your sweet, juicy cunt, Emmanuella?”

“Yes.”

“I did not hear that baby,” he lied.

“Yes, Sir, I would like you to fuck me.”

“Already practicing, I like that. And how would you want me to fuck you, love?”

“Hard, Sir.”

“You sure you're up for it? I may not be as gentle as I was before.”

“Positive," she only said and when Marcus took her further to the side of the room she cringed when she saw what he had in mind. She had been tied down the day before but not like that.

“Strip and get on all fours. I can't wait to fill you up.”

She gave him a worried look but did as he asked. This is after all what she wanted since the day they met.

He knelt beside her and secured first her left hand, then the other one to the metalclasps pinned to the floor, and proceeded to pin her down in place with the remaining two for her long legs. She was now bent over her pussy and ass fully exposed to him.

She could not move an inch. That is what he wanted from her and he was going to get it. She had agreed to it. Agreed to be his fucktoy.  She felt the anticipation rise in her stomach and her pussy glistened. She was more than wet for him and he knew it.

He could see it.

He could smell it.

“Look at you. All bent over and pinned down for me to use.”

She felt him unzipping his jeans and walking behind her. He knelt down and rubbed his hard cock on her buttocks, on her moistened lips, then came up to her face. “Suck my dick, slut.”

She opened to accept him and he thrust in and out of her welcoming mouth.

“Harder.”

She gagged when he pushed his cock deeper into her throat, pulling out only momentarily to let her catch her breath. “Do you like having my cock down your throat, my little slut?”

She moaned.

“Answer me.” He pulled out so she could speak.

“Yes, Sir, I love it.”

“That's my girl. Your cunt is gushing. I am going to fuck it harder than it's ever been fucked before.”

“Yes, Sir.”      “Yes what, my gorgeous littleslut?”

“Please fuck me, Sir. Use my holes like the dirty slut I am.”

Marcusthen dropped to his knees behind her, the tip of his hard shaft teasing her opening and when he plunged deep into her, the moan coming from her mouth was one of pure lust. He stayed buried inside her for a moment, then pulled out all the way, rubbed himself on her swollen, rosy lips, teasing her with entry and when he slid in again she was on fire, moaning and grinding and shaking, her orgasm only a breath away. He was playing with her, and she knew it.

“Oh my god,” she gasped. “I'm going to come, please don't stop.”

“What's that?” he asked as he rammed into her deeper this time.

“Please fuck me harder, Sir.” It was a plea, a cry for mercy. He had gotten what he wanted out of her and he reveled in it. She craved his cock. She craved his cum. And he would give her every single inch, every single drop. For both their sakes.

“I thought you'd never ask.” He started pounding into her, and she rode the waves of her orgasm along with him as hespurted his hot cum deep inside her.

A moment later he pulled out, untied her restraints, and then they sat side by side on the floor. “Open your legs. Let me see my cream spilling out of you.”

She did what he asked, her pussy now dripping with his cum as it trickled from her core and ran down her inner thighs.

“That's fucking beautiful,” he said, wrapping ar arm around her shoulder. “Pussy and ass all filed up. It doesn’t get any better than that.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

“Marcus,” he corrected her.

“Thank you, Marcus.”

“You enjoyed it?”

“Yes.”

“Was I too rough?”

She shook her head while he stood, extending a hand to her to help her up. They spent the next few hours together, talking and having lunch later on and she enjoyed his company immensely. He was a kind man, she decided. A bit kinky but she liked that. He knew how to satisfy a woman's desires. He had fucked her twice so farand she still was horny. She was ovulating and she knew it. After her afternoon nap, she foundMarcus on one of the leather couches, coffee in one hand, a cigarette burning on the other.

“Want one?”

“I don’t smoke, thank you.”

“I meant coffee.” He smiled and it was the first time she saw him at ease. His raw masculinity took her breath away. He was naked except for the towel wrapped around his waist. She was wearing nothing at all.

“Oh. I’m sorry. No, I’m good.”

“Are you rested?”

“I am. I needed that nap.”

“That’s good because you have a long night ahead of you. Just wanted to remind you.”

“I'll be okay, Marcus, don’t worry about me. I can take the men, believe it or not, they are actually nice to me.”

“I know you can, darlin’,” he said, a strange feeling blossoming in the pit of his stomach, one he had never felt before in all his thirty-two years.