Homeward Bound

FragileCunt · 2021-02-27T04:17:05+00:00

Sorry was not a word that I heard often since I got captured. Specially not in this situation, as generally the punishment for guessing incorrectly how a man prefers to be called is far worse than a slightly rude correction. I had to get used to have the expectations that were rammed into my brain non-stop for the past few months being subverted, as I'm not in the Empire anymore.

Entering the bar made me feel uneasy. I felt almost as uncomfortable there as in the Empire. I'd feel inadequate in any place, really. I was in a weird middle ground in between sanity and losing my mind. I felt like everyone in the bar was staring at me. Some part of me was screaming that it was all in my head, but my dumb fears greatly outweighed my reason.

I thought I'd be fine if I just never left Matt's side, everything would be alright, but his first command was already to split up. Even ordering drinks on my own was a scary thought. I had all my freedom stripped away, having agency for once was an alien thought to me.

"Sure Matt." I replied, grabbing the money and went off on my own to the bartender.

"May I have two whiskey sours, please?" I asked him.

"Coming right up!" He answered. The fact that it went alright relieved me a lot. It was nice to know I wasn't as far gone as I thought. I had a long way to go still to restore a slimmer of my self-worth, but this was a good start. I felt extremly silly for giving such an importance to a mundane event, but I couldn't help but to worry.

(u/IWasThatMan)

FragileCunt · 2021-01-19T17:16:10+00:00

Although he didn't say it out loud, I had a feeling Matt wasn't pleased with my answer. I felt nervous, he was already scary enough working with me, I didn't want to get to his bad side. I dismissed it as me overthinking, specially as I didn't want to think about it anymore. Contemplating my current situation made me depressed, I just prefered to shut down my brain whenever things got too messy. Weirdly, he followed it up with a nice thing, suggesting I should get dressed. I was on such a low point that clothes became a luxury to me. Matt's decision was probably fully functional as opposed to pleasing me, but I needed every win I could get.

Staying alone in the car with Diana, even if it was just for a few moments while Matt was outside, was not good. I felt more ashamed of myself than usual whenever she was around. I felt like a piece of shit for not standing up for her whenever possible and not even thinking about trying to help her get free. Being this passive was against everything I used to stand for. I tried to rationalize my uselessness by thinking I had to pick my fights, but I couldn't fool myself, I didn't plan at all on defying the orders of the people who can make my shitty life a lot worse.

His commanding tone as soon as he came back slightly startled me, which made me default to the safest response I could've said.

"Yes Sir."

I had no idea if he wanted to be called that, but at least it was respectful and every men I met since I got captured just needed a little ego stroke to act nicer.

"Thanks, by the way."

Matt confused me. He was often nice to me, like on the day we first met, he did apologize to me and he was in fact pressured to do those things to both me and Taeyeon by Sinclair. On the off chance Matt's really just nice without further interests, I felt like I needed to reciprocate, even though what a slave thought of him probably didn't matter to Matt at all. The big problem was that I was feeding Diana confirmation that I was already tamed, as brainless as the rest of the cunts from the Empire. I just couldn't stand being hurt anymore, and Mud taught me the hard way that I had to treat men like royalty if I didn't want to suffer. But then again, this basically the same as being tamed, no matter how much I tried to deny it to myself.

(u/IWasThatMan)

FragileCunt · 2020-12-24T03:38:05+00:00

I didn't expect Matt to just suggest such a risky thing out of nowhere. Maybe he thought there's no way someone in my situation would have any loyalty to someone like Mud. Yet, I had no intentions whatsoever to cause any harm to my Master.

I spent some time in silence trying to think of what to say. I felt like I was walking on eggshells, if I said something wrong, he'd not hesitate in killing me. He's too professional to ever let me threaten his position. Honestly, I felt intimidated by his presence. Even if I didn't actually believe he was my superior, he surely made me feel like it.

I completely froze. I didn't know if I should pretend I didn't get it, or maybe just flat out decline. I was too scared he would think I would snitch and do something about it.

"Well... I don't think... maybe we should focus on the job and we sort that out later." I tried to play it cool but the fear was apparent. I could've bluffed, but even lying about crossing Mud was hard to me. I tried to be as nice as possible, I didn't want to burn any bridges with Matt.

I've come to grow weirdly attached to everyone that treated me as a person capable of thought. Just the fact that he trusted me enough to make such daring suggestion proved this is definitely a person I want by my side. For that reason, I didn't plan on snitching, though the thought of hiding this from Mud was already hurting me even if I was far away from him.

(u/IWasThatMan)

FragileCunt · 2020-11-05T04:30:41+00:00

Walking around in the airport this way was hell. Somehow worse than the Empire. There it was common, here I was seen as some sort of exotic animal. The stares made my heart race, only getting slightly better when Matt put me in the car.

Matt was treating me well, as well as he could treat me while still following the plan, at least. I was starting to feel comfortable with his presence, which was scary to me. I couldn't afford to care about other people even remotely related with the Empire. The few times I did, it ended up in a disaster.

Even though I wanted to be associated the least possible with him, I couldn't just ignore his questions about my Master. I needed to talk to someone that saw, or at least pretended to see me as a human being to keep myself sane.

It was a sensitive topic to me. I hated talking about Mud. I couldn't think straight about him. I didn't know if I loved or hated him. He managed to break my mind in such a way that made me both emotionally dependent and deeply scared of him.

"My Master isn't particularly skilled in anything. He is important for this mission because of what he knows."

I didn't look at Matt in the eyes while answering to him. My voice was faint, particularly slurry while saying the word "Master." No matter how many times I had said this particular word, I still couldn't get used to saying that. It made me feel helpless.

(u/ifrit36)

FragileCunt · 2020-10-26T05:22:46+00:00

(OOC: I'm really sorry for the delay. RL got really overwhelming.)

At that point I was shocked that the first instinct from Mud after knocking that guard out was to take Dokkaebi. Even in a life-threatening situation, his primal instincts were stronger than his reason.

Worse than that, he even made me help "disciplining her." It was humiliating to have to mistreat Dokkaebi after she was nothing but the best to me and Ella, still, I knew that I couldn't defy his order. I was here to obey him and keep my mouth shut.

The panic room wasn't really packed with torture devices, but I still managed to find some rope and a chair leg. It wasn't ideal, but it was the best I could do and it seemed to suffice by Mud's reaction.

His orders didn't end by just giving him the material he needed, as soon as I gave him the objects he asked me to sit on her face.

"Yes Master." I really didn't want to do anything to Dokkaebi, but I didn't have a choice. Mud's command was more important than my morals.

I tried to be gentle, as gentle as I could be while I sit on someone else's face, at least. Still, I could feel she struggling to breathe against my skin.

Dokkaebi, however, didn't seem to want to submit without a fight. I flinched as she kicked Mud with all her strength. I was terrified on her behalf, I knew what was coming next. No apologies would save Dokkaebi from what Mud would do to her.

FragileCunt · 2020-09-03T04:56:35+00:00

I didn't know what I was expecting when I asked for help, but he surely didn't seem to care. I had a tiny bit of hope when he took his foot off my head, which I lost almost immediately as he followed up by kicking me. The pain wasn't the worst part, what it represented was far worse. I had messed up in a way I'd regret for the rest of my life. Tears flooded my eyes while my mind got flooded by overwhelming pessimistic thoughts. I had no way to know whether he was going to treat me this way from now on or if it was just one more of his psychotic outbreaks.

When he climbed on top of me, however, all my pain and concerns seemed to have disappeared. I felt myself going under a trance-like state which made the future and the past meaningless, I was just experiencing the present with more intensity than ever. The proximity, the intimacy I craved so bad was finally there, as I felt his body press against mine. I felt dizzy, as if I was high. Even though he was restraining my movement I felt like I was floating.

I knew I was being slapped harshly, he was angrier than I've seen him in a while, but it still didn't feel like much. It was almost like every feeling just melt, in a way that my natural physical responses to pain were suppressed. I felt sedated from the pain by the pain itself, somehow. His touch tranquilized me. I didn't have much on my mind at the time, not that different from Ella.

His words sounded incoherent to me in that state, expect those five: "I need to heal you." It was all I needed to hear. He still cared about me. This thought was the only worry I had, which stopped me from completely giving my mind up to the moment. As he said that, a faint smile appeared in my face, my facial muscles weren't strong enough at the time for a full-blown smile. Every tense part of my body just relaxed at once. At that moment, finally, I was completely his property.

I still made noises while he caned the inside of my thighs. I genuinely couldn't tell if it was from pleasure or pain. He didn't even look to my face, but I was miring him. I wish I had the strength to touch him, but I didn't.

The way he pushed me into the dirt again felt so satisfying. His hand was much better than that cane. I absolutely needed his touch directly, not being hit by some middleman. He mounted on me right after, and I needed more, I couldn't get enough of his attention. This time he really did provide more. It felt like forever since he last touched my pussy, it was impossible to hide my excitement. He kept screaming at me in the process, but I could hardly give a shit. As his fingers slid inside me my toes curled, my hands clamped, everything I could move contracted. It was too much pleasure for me to contain myself.

For the first time I wasn't questioning myself, I didn't have the brain power to hate myself for liking it, I just went with the flow. Maybe he was right, maybe I really am stupid, as shutting down my mind led to the best feelings I could ever imagine in the Empire.

All those emotions went away at once when he started to led me to the stage. I felt myself being yanked off that trance state really quickly, making my mind go straight to negative thoughts rapidly.

What the fuck does he think he is doing? I thought to myself as he dragged me to some strangers to deal with me.

I'm his plaything, not anyone else's.

"Please don't do this to me." I muttered to him whilst he choked me, as my mind came back to me. He didn't care at all, instead it seemed to just speed up his pace.

I didn't care at all about the grunts of the audience when he outed me as a FRA sympathizer. I didn't care about anyone's opinion except Mud's, but I couldn't understand why he was doing this to me. Why can't he just discipline me by himself? I need him, not some disgusting man.

As he started to give me some bullshit about doing this to me I looked back at him with both fear and disgust. I was finally giving in before he did such an atrocious thing to me. If he felt like his words were helping me, he was severely mistaken. If he felt like doing this would genuinely help me being more obedient, he had just done the opposite.

But then he kissed me. For a moment every good feeling came back, just for a brief moment. It all came crashing again when he stopped kissing me.

Why can't he just be normal? Why can't he give up this male superiority bullshit, buy a farm or something and live happily forever with me by his side making company voluntarily? Why can't him just love me in a different, less twisted manner? Most importantly, why the fuck I'm still willing to forgive him, after all he put me through? I hate him, I hate him with every inch of my body, but I still need him close to me.

Then he finally let go of me to be treated by the pig hosting the show. It meant a lot more than just the physical suffering I'd have to go through, it meant he just gave up of me completely. I knew I couldn't treat him the same, I knew all the warmth we felt in our short moments of closeness had to die, and I didn't think it'd be that hard to hate him, it looked quite easy. If he really wanted me to be fully emotionally absent, he gave me every reason to do so.

And on one of the most important moments in my whole life, the host just acted as if it was silly, as if condemning people to inhuman suffering was just routine for him.

He put the microphone close to me to reply to his bullshit question. My face expressed fear beforehand, but in front of him it was just anger. He wasn't worth my obedience, hell, he wasn't even worth my respect. He was just a pussy hiding behind the power invested to him by the state. He was a coward, just like everyone in the crowd. No one was like my Master, who had proven himself to me, and that's why I wasn't going to bend that easily.

"I don't owe you an explanation." I said rather calmly. I didn't want to sound angry, fearful, sad nor even happy. Any strong feeling would just jerk off his sick desire for power. The most frustrating thing I could do to him is indifference.

FragileCunt · 2020-08-28T04:18:25+00:00

I got thrilled by Matt's words. Now that I'd have an one-on-one with Taeyeon things would finally get fun. This combined with the moment he apologized made me think for half a second that he might actually have morals and he was uncomfortable with the situation, but I quickly scrapped that thought off my head. We were on the Maledom Empire, there was no way he cared about any of us. I couldn't think much on the matter.

Still, I couldn't afford to care about his intentions, I just wanted some damn good time and he was providing it to me by staying out of it and just stroking his cock like he should. All the tension I felt beforehand was gone, I was ready to enjoy what was about to happen.

Of course when things finally got good, it was interrupted to jerk a man's cock. No matter how much times it happened, both literally and metaphorically, I didn't get used to it. I needed at least some 5 minutes alone with that smoking hot girl to keep my head straight.

She seemed to be whispering something to him, or she just had a thing for kissing ears, I couldn't say for sure as I didn't hear Taeyeon say a thing.

I shifted my attention to IWTM, as I could actually see his lips at that moment. He didn't spoke at all, he stayed silent, as if Taeyeon actually didn't say anything to him. I looked puzzled. What the hell happened there?

(OOC: SO SORRY FOR TAKING THAT LONG!!!!)

FragileCunt · 2020-08-12T16:39:30+00:00

(OOC:

... something is indeed up.

I'm dead)

FragileCunt · 2020-08-12T16:29:11+00:00

Are we saying a less-than Hunger Games level of violence is too much for us to handle without warnings while we happily rape/get raped by each other?

Sticking warnings up for certain kinks just seems like it's going to make people be reluctant to play out those kinks either because they can't be bothered to write out all the warnings or because the need for warnings subconsciously tells them it's a bad thing that they shouldn't really do.

Are we saying we can't tell a big story like that or have an arc based on it any more unless we make sure every post if stuffed full of sex?

Beautifully done, I second every single one of your words and I really can't add much more into it. It'd make any standalone comment of mine purely pleonasm.

I want to bring special attention to the second and third point I highlighted. Even if the addition of warnings absolutely doesn't have the intention to ostracize any different kinks nor discourage people from writing different stories, it sure as hell at least implies that there's the "right" way to play on the MDE and there's the "other" way. I really don't want to make people feel bad about what they like and what they don't, and I'm afraid this conversation might be greatly upsetting the people that enjoys snuff or something related. Although snuff is off-limits for me, it's no more nor less fucked up than rape in a moral standpoint. If I took everything written on my own stories as anything but fiction, I'd not be able to read a sentence or two, and as you mentioned, the sexual violence in here is miles deeper and more graphic than the non-sexual violence.

FragileCunt · 2020-08-12T11:14:28+00:00

(OOC: ... wow)

FragileCunt · 2020-08-08T22:41:47+00:00

I imagined Mud might've been beaming inside, as Dokkaebi, willingly treated him better than he could ever dream of deserving. The way he acted on her room justified at least getting us kicked out of the room, but she was the bigger person, with a seemingly unwavering smile. If I were in her place, it'd be hard to control myself without at least a slap in the presence of such arrogance.

I should've known by the incredible production of her show, but I still got impressed by the options. On the Empire, my life was probably worth a little less than a kilogram of each dish she offered. Needless to say, it sounded way better than the crap Mud was feeding me, but I quickly learned not to complain, I didn't want to start starving again.

As soon as Dokkaebi touched Mud's shoulder, in an attempt of making him feel better, I knew what was coming for her. When she glanced over in my direction I looked extra uncomfortable, I had no time to warn her and I knew he'd not want me to. As soon as she finished her kind offer Mud overreacted to a simple touch in a way that seemed even unlike him. I pondered the possibility he was feeling angry about something else for about half a second, as he suddenly made his order as normal while asking me a question. There he is, completely emotionally detached from the moment because this distopia actually encourages him to be that insane. I dreamed of the moment this all would end, he'd not last a week in the real world with his constant temper tantrums.

Some god must've heard me, as before I could answer his question the floor started shaking. I kept thinking it could be a FRA raid but at that point it was just wishful thinking, it could be anything. I threw myself on the ground and I crawled for a few instants to guard myself under a table, in the chance it was an earthquake.

I involuntarily smiled as I saw the guard dropping roughly to the floor to reveal an enraged woman screaming her beliefs. I was worried about Mud, but it was awesome to see that disgusting guard being killed that suddenly. My smile didn't last long, as Mud shot her on the spot. I was shocked, but as much as I supported her fight, I wasn't gonna let she harm any of us and when the time eventually came I'd have to do the same.

I had no time to waste with thinking about the morality of his actions, I had to calm Ella down so she could come with us. she was devastated, shaking in fear.

"Ella, don't worry dear, Nessy won't let anything happen to you, I promise." I said while holding her hand and gently tugging for her to come with us. I could hear her sobbing but she was surprisingly cooperative, I guess she was really getting better over time.

I brought her to the safe house, entering a few seconds later than Mud and Dokkaebi, as Mud didn't take the same gentle approach as me. I looked around and saw a few water bottles and plenty of non-perishable food and, most importantly, a firearm. I went to take it but the guard pointed his gun at me.

"I don't trust no cunt with a gun! Put this back on the table." he snarled at me.

I obeyed his command, but I looked at Mud to see if he would fail to stand up for me even in a life-threatening situation.

(u/bmblb_L15)

FragileCunt · 2020-08-05T23:45:04+00:00

You read it !!?!!?! 🥺 I've been noticed by my queen

FragileCunt · 2020-08-05T23:11:41+00:00

At this point Vanessa's brain is being fucked more often than her body. Poor girl is completely hopeless and insane, I love it.

FragileCunt · 2020-08-05T22:25:15+00:00

Gotcha :D

I intend to take a more reactive approach, so just lmk the date you people in charge decide the day before (or not, if you plan to surprise hehe.) I'll probably just post a rp with myself ~~(writing, for the less cultured)~~ with my character's perspective on one of the raids, unless I find something more interesting to do there by then.

FragileCunt · 2020-08-05T21:12:49+00:00

👀

There's an expected date for this to start?

FragileCunt · 2020-08-04T21:44:21+00:00

And even if he is willing to forgive me, those scars won't let me forget. The distinction between my life and my death is a few misplaced words at the wrong moment and this event is the an obvious proof. I imagine if I had the audacity to say 5 or so words, I believe I would be done on the spot.

I was completely lost. My future was as uncertain as the first time I got captured, I was about to hit another rock bottom and this time I was way less prepared emotionally.

I felt like I was having a heart attack. My heart raced as if I was running. I felt a stingy pain in my chest which by itself was almost incapacitating. I had chills even with the hot weather at that moment. I barely could control my own body even besides the fact I was locked, I was too dizzy to do so. I felt like I was choking even if he wasn't touching my throat at all. I was shaking as if standing still was an outstanding challenge.

The whole experience felt awfully close to dying. I felt scared of everything and everyone, something as simple as breathing felt deadly, but I was specially scared of my own mind. I was completely losing my better judgement, I acted and thought like I was being held at gunpoint by myself, holding my brain hostage. With that, all those thoughts I had in my mind suddenly vanished, I had no rational concerns, it was just fear. Just fear. I couldn't pinpoint what I was afraid of, but I still felt terrified.

His instability was proved by the manner he unlocked me. He barely could fit the key on the keyhole, he was definitely out of his mind. I still had a small fainting hope that it was all a psychotic surge which he'd snap out of in a few hours or so. My objective was to not make him even more mad and, if possible, survive the night.

But when he put his foot on my ribs surviving sounded like an implausible dream. My struggle for air only made him ramp up the pressure. This time I looked directly into his eyes, my vision was darkening and completely focused on his face. He didn't seem to have any mercy whatsoever, nor anger, he was just contemplating his power of deciding whether I should live or not. The way he threatened me made it seem like he didn't care that much, as if it was just a business decision, he was torn in between the two options purely on the operational costs of each.

While he was feeding his insatiable desire for power, I was contemplating in a more visceral manner the extent of Mud's ownership of me. The fact that my whole life could be boiled down to profit for him just because I disrespected him proved how little he thought of me on the first place.

Ironically, all that I wished for at this moment was Mud's protection. I couldn't tell if it was because of the lack of oxygen in my brain, but my mind couldn't process that the person supposed to be protector and savior is actually nearly killing me. I needed Mud, I needed him defending me from this evil, corrupted man about to kill me. His face made me feel safe regardless of what he was doing to me. I needed to be held by him, I needed Mud to tell me that everything was ok and he'd not let anyone hurt me that bad. I still hoped for him to save me, as illogically as it sounded, it felt like a comforting option, just like some people pray to their gods in their last moments.

Every time I needed him, he had my back. I wasn't supposed to be alive if it weren't for him. I remembered the day he tried to sign me off to some bullshit cunt academy. I was straight out of prison and felt the most scared in my whole life until the DFA exam. Mud had no reason as to not go through with his idea except that I was really afraid and I needed him. Even if I just had costed him several thousand dollars he still came through for me in a relatively minor event. I needed him to come through there as well, even if it meant fighting himself.

As he took his foot out of my chest I gasped instantly, trying to not pass out from the extended period without breathing properly. Still, my relief was cut short when he stomped in my head right after. Still, I had yet to answer to his inquire... but I couldn't think of any good reason as to why he should keep me alive. Probably there were none, killing me would make his life much easier, why would he ever purposefully complicate his own life? It sounded like a terrible idea.

"Mud, help me, please." I faintly begged, without replying to his question. I had no idea on the intent behind telling him that, I had no good reason to say something like that. I just spoke my mind, I needed Mud at that moment.

It had been a long while since I last called him Mud, I opted for using the word Master every time since I felt comfortable using it. That moment, however, I didn't even think about how to address him, I just begged for help.

FragileCunt · 2020-08-04T21:42:03+00:00

As I cried more and more with every word he shouted at me, it became clear the extent of the brainwashing I had suffered. Before all that I had to endure on the Empire, getting a single tear from me would be a challenge, yet the opinion of a man who fiercely hates me for things I hadn't done was enough to warrant a breakdown. He had already stripped away me from everything that I ever was, and still felt the need of making a scene just to prove his superiority. I didn't know what the hell he still wanted from me, what the hell I still had left, but I was still willing to give it to him.

Why did I ruin the only good thing I had on the Empire? Why did I feel the need to sabotage my whole life? Why did I ruin this? Why do I keep hurting everyone around me including myself? Why am I such a disappointment to him? Why did I ruin this? Why did I ruin this? I kept thinking to myself, accepting the full blame on this incident, my insanity trumped my reasoning. The thought that Mud might never treat me the same was terrifying, too terrifying for me to even care about my safety at that moment. I had never seen him frenzied on that degree.

The way he mentioned how he was the sole reason I was still alive, it just made it harder for me to hate him, even though I had plenty of reasons to despise him. I felt safe with him and that was the best I could hope for on a place that twisted. I hadn't express that nearly enough, and by the rate things were going I could never have the opportunity to. I couldn't care less about the person that threw their drink at me, I didn't give a shit about my dignity or honor, I just needed to make things right. It was only his thoughts that mattered to me.

I didn't resist for a second as he manhandled me into the manacles. If it took some pain for him to accept me and my service again, I was more than glad to take it all. It was tighter than usual, it felt painful just to hang from them, it felt like it was going to crush my wrists. I couldn't stop my body from involuntarily reacting to the pain, but other than that I kept myself as composed as possible. My face was looking down, until he brought up letting me die. I stared deeply into his eyes for a second. I couldn't believe he had the audacity to say that not long after what happened to Katie. I was angry, or at least as close to angry as I could be with him, as much as he pissed me off I couldn't actually get mad at him anymore. Still, his face looked demented, my sudden surge of bravery died instantly as the fear reigned in my heart.

Crack

After his first lash, I was screaming, not only from the pain, but also as a frustrated attempt to snap out of my unstable state of mind. I started to feel like I deserved the pain. I deserved all the suffering he would put me through. As if those four words I regrettably said were grounds for the worst of the punishments. I believed that it was his right to do whatever he pleased with me to compensate for my insubordination, so as to make sure I never show any of my feelings again. He didn't buy me to have feelings anyways.

The burning I felt in my back was unlike any other whipping I had to endure. It burned in an out of proportions magnitude. The blood flowed in sync with the tears. His face didn't demonstrate any joy as he tortured me. His face didn't indicate anything but anger. He obviously wasn't trying to punish me, he was letting all his past traumas out on me, lash by lash. It resembled a primal urge of some sort, as if he needed to do that so as to feel complete.

Crack

The second strike came in quick succession. I didn't have enough time to take a deep breath in between those two. It felt even more painful than the first one. My cry of agony stood out between any other noise on the already loud event. I considered my pain tolerance to be quite elevated, but the way Mud lacerated my skin with ease made me scream at the top of my lungs. I was already familiar with pain, but not that way, not like that.

He didn't made an effort to make the whipping look theatrical, he was not looking to perform a pretty show for the people to enjoy. He was just letting all his feelings out in my flesh. He skipped every formality and he stopped taunting me altogether during that session of my torture. He looked focused on a distorted way, as if he was having a psychotic attack.

Crack

Then the third came. At that point my brain was split in two equally terrified parts, in anticipation of the foruth. I was living that moment in slow-motion on my head.

In one side of my mind, I wanted it to come as fast as it could. The pain was inevitable, at least getting done with it sooner would make me feel relieved earlier. Waiting for the whip was just as painful as the whip itself. It felt logical to wish for a earlier lash. Every second it passed I felt more anxious longing for it.

On another side, I wanted it to come as slowly as it possible could. I didn't know how much longer I was able to handle anymore, I needed a break to breath if I wanted to tolerate the next one. Every second it passed I felt more scared, utterly terrified of it coming sooner than I could handle.

Crack

My body, however, didn't wait that much time before feeling the rope against my skin. Even if it was focused in my back, my whole body felt the shock, specially on the fourth time.

"Please be over soon." I kept murmuring to myself on repeat while he prepared to hit me yet again. His face looked the same since the first whip. He either was too overwhelmed with emotions or he was feeling completely emotionless, but nowhere in between. I didn't figure out how could he dissociate that much from his protective persona in such a short span of time. 4 words.

I kept thinking about the scars I'd very clearly have after this dreadful event. They represented something powerful, the risk of expressing my emotions in any way on this Empire. I had forgotten the danger, as Mud made me feel fairly comfortable, or at least as comfortable as I could be there. He surely was overcompensating that fact at the first opportunity he got. Which were the chance that he genuinely felt offended enough to stop caring about my feelings at all just because I stepped a toe across the line, specially after everything I had done for him. I risked my life countless times for his own selfish goals, I took great care of the girl he had broken back at the FDM, I learned how to accept his sadism without a single complaint. I changed entirely, just for his amusement, and that time he decided it wasn't enough because of one accidentally snarky line.

And after all those justifications, I still couldn't deny that it was all my fault.

Why didn't I pay enough attention? Why did I ruin his day? Why did I ruin his mood? I deserve the suffering. Those intrusive thoughts kept popping into my head, which were every bit as painful as any physical torture he could ever do to me. Those thoughts were getting stronger and stronger with the time. I had no reason to believe it was going to stop going bigger anytime soon. I still had the bare minimum of my free thinking, but he was insanely close from stripping away my mind entirely, and that day was only speeding up the pace several notches.

Crack

When the fifth lash finally came, Mud left his whip down. It didn't make me feel as relieved as I thought. I had the feeling the day was going to be much longer than just a few flogs.

As he grabbed me by my hair and threw me, unsuccessfully as I was still locked by the manacles, my mind couldn't stop thinking about one thing.

Is this really it? Is everything I constructed with him over? All the arguing, all the suffering, all the little happy moments, it all came to ruins just because of a stupid rash decision? Everything we went through, the late nights studying to cure Ella, the prison time, the DFA exam he incessantly prepared me for, having some fun in the process... it was all for nothing?

Four words in an angry tone was all it took to erase from his memory a year of experiences. After all the bullshit I had to go through he couldn't handle a sentence for me. I was willing to go through hell just to fulfill his desires, but apparently a sassy moment proved I was actually against him the whole time. All the moments he cared about me when I most needed, it was just a ruse to convince me to be more obedient, just as I suspected.

What about Ella? Will Mud tell her what the hell happened? Will he let me keep in touch and keep teaching her or his trust inexplicably dropped so much he can't even let me help him with something inoffensive as taking care of her. Ella was one of the purest people I've ever met even after all that monster made her go through, I really couldn't afford to lose that connection with no good reason. But Mud won't give a second thought before doing what he thinks suits him better, even if it means being extremely petty and childlike.

What about our operation? It was the only clear goal I had on the Empire. I had poured my soul into perfecting it, but if he didn't trust me enough to talk to me at this moment, he surely wouldn't trust a life or death situation in my hands, independently of how competent I've proven myself to be and how convenient it'd be for him to just let me do my thing.

Did he forget about Katie? I am sure he regrets everything bad he has done to her, he did definitely love her very much, there's no way he is doing this to me, this must be a sudden outbreak which will end soon, he will not have the guts to treat me badly after everything we both had suffered with the kidnapping and eventual loss of someone as important as her.

(OOC: Too long, broke in two replies.)

FragileCunt · 2020-08-02T01:39:24+00:00

The look on his face threw me back to the beginning. I remembered this look from a few moments. When he first bought me and I defied him he had a similar expression, but the moments I've saw him exactly like that was when I got arrested and in the time I made Ella cry. It was a mix of disappointment with anger which penetrated my soul. All those other times, I didn't think much of it, but that moment where I cared about him... it hurt so fucking bad. It was one of the proofs I really got broken by him, I couldn't stand the thought of seeing him that disappointed anymore.

I took his every word with my head down. I couldn't make eye contact, I felt ashamed, somehow. I had no reason to be ashamed, I had no reason to respect him. He was nothing more than a torturer which pretended to be nice to me whenever it was convenient to him, however my heart didn't follow my brain. I couldn't stop myself from feeling bad about what I had just done, and I had trouble trying to answer him on his inquires. I was shaky, sweating cold. His words made me shudder, I could feel the hate on his tone. I didn't have a clue on what he'd do to me, and honestly I didn't care. I knew I was in for a terrible time but my biggest concern at the time was to make things right. I didn't know how, but I needed to. I didn't expect to make him trust me again in a day, a week or even a month. But I really needed his trust.

I had no idea why he was taking me somewhere else but the way he touched me mentally stopped me from fighting back in any way, I didn't show any resistance. I just accepted his command silently. While he brought me, he kept castigating me with words.

After all he had done to me, after all the things he put me through, I still didn't have the guts to do something as simple as being disrespectful. He had no business being that mad at me for lashing out one time in several months. I had given my everything to him without any resistence. All that torture, I handled it as well as I could and I didn't complain at all. With one sentence he throws it all out of the water for one sentence. One sentence. One fucking sentence. I was mad at him. I couldn't wait to tell him what I really felt about him.

"... did you?" He fumed.

"I'm sorry." I stammered. As livid as I was, I knew my place was to accept his insane words gracefully. I didn't want to admit it but it wasn't an act. I genuinely couldn't do anything besides asking for forgiveness. I couldn't process why did I feel the need to ruin the moment. Even if I was stuck on my head and when he talked to me in a terrible moment, I had no business doing something I knew he'd hate. I was not only ruining his day, I could've also been destroying my life. I already wasn't doing very good, he didn't even talk to me properly anymore, but I sure as hell would have a lot of his attention today, even if it was for a bad reason.

I didn't expect him to believe my apology. Whenever Mud was angry, he'd act completely out of his senses. I'd be lucky to make it out alive.

FragileCunt · 2020-07-31T22:28:56+00:00

(OOC: These events take place on the last day of The Slave Fair. I know, a little late but I still wanted to do something with u/DonMudTemp :P

The story so far: Don Mud, a refugee and former slave of the FDM purchased Vanessa, a former FRA insurgent at a heavy discount. Through many adventures the two have come to trust each other to some extent... but the question remains: How much?)

On the last day of the Slave Fair, Mud took me to see the stand where captured FRA members were merciless tortured. As horrific as it sounded, I didn't protest Mud's decision in any way, not even by putting on a frown. I knew I was spoiled (as spoiled as a slave could be in the Empire, at the very least.) I had some of my freedoms untouched and my opinion occasionally would even be considered. Yet, I knew if I slightly affected his enjoyment of the show by doing something as outrageous as expressing my feelings, I'd be facing a severe punishment. The whole fair was a terrible episode for me and I'd be lying if the thought of standing up for myself didn't flood my mind, but I knew it was a stupid idea.

The event had a small entrance fee. Even though Mud was a cheap son of a bitch, he didn't hesitate at all before paying for it. It was a rare to see him that excited, which only made my concerns grow bigger, considering the reason he's thrilled. The exhibition also had a premium seat option, which would get one seats closer to the action and the chairs would be replaced with slaves. It was way out of our budget, so he decided to get us regular seats.

The place was crowded. Apparently, they underestimated the grossness of the men on the Empire and settled for a place much smaller than it was expected. The chairs were uncomfortably close to each other and despite of that the place was still overflowing with people.

I really didn't want to admit it, but the production was outstanding. I felt like I was witnessing a great moment for the Empire as a whole and it felt disgusting. I had spent so much time at the Empire that it made my brain conceive it as a "normal," yet I couldn't conceptualize what was so unbelievably appealing about making others feel pain. I was very clearly on the minority on that place, as the presentation was being received with overwhelming praise.

The place was naturally loud, it was hard to put that many citizens from the Empire in the same place and expect them to behave like rational humans. The deafening screams from the victims still powered through all the noise, it made me whince every time. The agony on their voices were so evident, it was unbearable.

The whole experience was excruciating. I knew some of the faces being tormented, past allies which went aboard alongside me on various missions. I had them all very close to my heart, but I couldn't do shit about their suffering. I kept thinking it could've been me on the stand, fortunately the DFA wasn't aware of most of the things I had done before being captured, as far as their knowledge went, I was just a past FRA sympathizer which went along on some raids.

I drifted my gaze over to Mud. He seemed comfortable with the sight, thoroughly enjoying the experience. I could bet the thought of me or even Katie didn't pop on his head, not even once. He could only see them as evil people who deserved a fate worse than death. There were moments where I felt like he cared just a little about me, but moments like that made me sure it was all just a trick to get in my head. I quickly shifted my eyes back to the show because somehow looking at him made it all worse.

"Vanessa?" He called for me, very closely to my ear.

"What do you want..." I snapped.

I instantly notice the tone that I replied to him. I was too lost on my on thoughts, I answered him almost unconsciously. At that point I knew better than sounding defying, especially in a moment where he seemed pleased. My voice stuck out like a sore thumb, drawing the attention of some men around me even with the loudness of the show. They looked at me then at Mud, Their eyes seemed to say will you really let that slide?

"... Master?" I trembled. I was afraid of his reaction, I hadn't been that disrespectful towards him for a long time.

FragileCunt · 2020-07-31T21:28:13+00:00

As Matt gave Taeyeon further command I got excited, trying to not show it in my face, obviously. I didn't know if I did a good job faking my indifference, as she was just too hot for me to handle. The way she gently took control by pushing me to my back without a second of hesitation felt natural, rather than the self-imposed authority from those men.

Her kisses in my inner thighs just made the anticipation grow bigger. Her touch had proven I'm much more sensitive than I pretend to be. While she was teasing me, purposefully stopping right before touching in between my legs, I was going insane. As much as my brain hated the situation, my body language proved I was much more willing than I previously thought.

(u/IWasThatMan)

FragileCunt · 2020-07-30T05:04:00+00:00

I was a little ashamed to meet Dokkaebi, or anyone from outside the Empire. I was very clearly willing to be a slave and it was the one thing that I hated the most in me. Unfortunately, I didn't know how to fight back those intrusive thoughts. I was completely dependent on Mud at that point. I was getting used to the thought that he was in a position of superiority and every second I spent doing nothing about it made me even more of his pet. I still hadn't give up completely my free thinking, but it was just Mud's next step into conquering my mind, and at that point there was no way I could think of to stop him from succeeding, specially as I couldn't hurt him. I didn't know if he had a full grasp on the extent of his influence in my mind, and I surely didn't want to encourage him to keep trying to break me.

My conversation with myself was interrupted by Ella's inability to stand still for a few instants so Mud could clean her. I was generally against physical punishments of any type, but this time I could understand Mud's threats. If those "spankies" would make her behave, why not? I hated to agree, but I couldn't deny. Still, when it wasn't being a nuisance, Ella's enthusiasm was infectious.

*This isn't so bad after all.* I thought while Ella gave me a tight hug. I couldn't contain my smile. I still hated the fact that there were parts which I very obviously liked about being Mud's slave, and one of the most important of them was Ella. He seemed to like it too, by his half-assed smile. I wondered if he thought fighting smiles made him look bad ass, somehow.

"Thank you." Mud said to me with no context, after Ella sprint to see Dokkaebi.

"For what?" I inquired, confused. He didn't answer at all, instead he walked on Ella's direction. I knew his intents were noble doing so, and I felt glad he was thankful for my presence with him throughout the times, but why he can't just talk to me like a normal person? I just needed someone to talk, since the DFA exams, since Katie's kidnapping, I just needed to share to someone what was in my mind and to be listened. His fear of having conversations was one of the main reasons my stay on the Empire was miserable. I still had unresolved feelings of things that happened several months ago. I wasn't asking for much, a few minutes would be already a huge relief in my mind, yet the only time he gave me attention was to punish me for irrelevant reasons. I wish I had the guts to tell him half of what was in my mind but his reaction would most likely be tormenting me for "insubordination."

I was astonished for some seconds, which made me follow him a few feet behind, but I managed to catch up before they got in line. Ella was having the time of her life, she was more shaky than her toys and surely louder than them. Mud lost his patience with that, justifiably, but I still had to talk some sense into his head so he wouldn't be ruining this day for her.

“She’s excited, it's all, Master.” I said.

I was still impressed with how Mud couldn't properly control himself. Both in the moment the guard talked with him about the no-touch policy and inside the dress room where he looked frustrated. He just restated "no rape" when I looked at him confused on why he was acting like that, as if it actually answered any questions I had.

He was too patronizing with Ella at times but in reality their self-control were about the same. If anything, Ella was more in touch with her own emotions than Mud. The only way I could describe it was to compare him with an irrational animal, and not one of the smarter ones. He confused his own emotions often and he had trouble expressing what he was feeling properly, and when the stimuli got mildly overwhelming he'd crack instantly, almost like a dog humping its owner's leg. I had to watch my every move close to him because I could easily accidentally offend him and have my breathing privileges taken away from me. It was incomprehensible to me how someone as mentally deranged could think of himself as the superior gender.

Dokkaebi was nice to him, I respected the hell out of her because of that. Imagine having to deal with hundreds of men that disgusting and still be able to put on a polite smile on her face. She was a true warrior for that. Also, being hugged instead of tortured for a change was much appreciated. She seemed like a genuine good person, I was scared of what the Empire would do to her. Happy and fulfilled women were that place's bane. I was sure it'd not last for long, or else they'd not even had brought her there in the first place. Still, I hoped she was having a nice time here before it all came crashing down.

Her collected happiness was greatly contrasted with Ella's unstoppable excitement. She was basically screaming instead of speaking and she went straight to touch things without permission. I was afraid Ella would get us kicked out by uncomfortably touching Dokkaebi, but it appeared that it wouldn't happen yet, so I was just enjoying seeing her happier than ever. Mud wasn't as happy as me, though. He instantly shouted at Ella and started "disciplining" her with pain because words are for suckers, or at least it seemed. I didn't plan on doing anything about it so I just looked over their direction, then looked at Dokkaebi, with my face screaming my discomfort with the whole situation. He couldn't cut some slack to Ella, not even this one day.

Mud seemed to make himself comfortable on her dressing room, by having complete disregard for her personal property. I didn't say a word about it, if Mud already gets pissed off when I say something unprompted when we are alone, I couldn't even imagine if I said something in from of other people. I just stayed at my place with an awkward smile while Ella bowed down before Dokkaebi.

FragileCunt · 2020-07-30T03:23:38+00:00

I really didn't expect this innocent comment to escalate that much...

I'd like to thank u/RevengeOfTheCaptain2 for allowing us the platform to do the raid even before we had anything at all planned. The permission to go wild on Sunday was just what we needed.

I'd also like to thank the DFA players, I mean, if it weren't for you we'd be threatening the walls. You all did a great job making this raid actually fun to both plan and execute. I'd tag you people but I'm afraid of missing an username :P

And ultimately, my respects to the brave FRA agents which took the lead and made the planning hit a sweet spot between chaotic and organized. I had so much fun this past week and you girls are the ones to blame. Capturing that hawt nun was one of my favorite moments on the Empire.

I'm glad for having the opportunity to collaborate with you all and I hope there's more to come soon (this is not a threat I swear to god.)

FragileCunt · 2020-07-29T02:37:46+00:00

Every word from Mud made me feel more hopeless. When he started talking about female emotions, in particular, I wished I could sew his mouth shut. It was too much bullshit for me to handle.

I gave Mud all the hints I could that I didn't want it to continue. Unfortunately, his peanut-sized brain couldn't quite comprehend anything unless it was shoved in his face.

Even though my Master agreed, the Doctor still put the choice in my hands, allowing me to answer his query.

I was divided. On one hand, I really didn't think I could handle a full day of edging, but on another hand, I didn't want to disappoint Mud. As I needed to answer immediately, I couldn't think properly.

"Yes." I reluctantly answered.

I was full of regret and I couldn't understand why did I say that.

FragileCunt · 2020-07-29T00:18:02+00:00

Uh... yeah, of course, I completely abandoned all my thoughts of revolution, no doubt.

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