Chapter 6: The Slavemaster's Pet
The heavy iron door slammed open with a deafening crash.
Kael didn't flinch.
Standing in the doorway were three enforcers — huge, brutish men armed with whips, batons, and cruel smiles.
And behind them...
A figure in silver and blue, wrapped in sheer silks, walked gracefully forward.
A girl.
No — a woman.
Maybe twenty.
Her body was a masterpiece: long legs, wide hips, a heavy, lush chest that barely fit inside her flowing robe.
Her face was cold perfection — high cheekbones, full lips, sharp ice-blue eyes that glittered with contempt.
She looked down her nose at Kael like he was a particularly disgusting insect.
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"Well, well," she drawled. "The little savage causing all this trouble."
The enforcers laughed.
Kael smiled back coldly.
"And you are?" he asked mildly.
The woman smirked.
"Call me Lady Selene," she purred. "The Slavemaster's personal toy."
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> [New Target Detected: Selene.]
[Status: High-Value, High-Pride Asset.]
[Domination Reward: +500 Sovereign Points.]
[Warning: Resistance Expected.]
Kael's cock stirred.
Not from her beauty — though she was breathtaking — but from the challenge she presented.
A woman this proud would scream when he finally bent her to his will.
And he would enjoy every second of it.
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Lady Selene clapped her hands.
"Seize him," she ordered lazily.
The enforcers moved in.
Kael didn't hesitate.
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The first man lunged — Kael grabbed his wrist, twisted — a sickening crack — and slammed his boot into the enforcer's gut, sending him flying.
The second raised a whip — Kael ducked low, grabbed the man's legs, and threw him headfirst into the stone wall.
The third tried to run.
Kael tackled him, breaking his arm with a brutal wrench, and slammed his face into the floor until blood pooled beneath him.
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Silence.
Selene stared, frozen in shock.
Kael stood slowly, blood spattering his chest, and smiled.
"Your turn," he said.
Selene backed away.
"No," she whispered. "You wouldn't dare—"
Kael lunged.
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He grabbed her by the waist, lifting her effortlessly despite her struggles.
Selene beat her fists against his chest, kicked, screamed — but Kael carried her back to the center of the cell like she weighed nothing.
He dropped her onto the floor roughly.
Her robe fell open, exposing the pale, perfect flesh beneath.
Selene scrambled to cover herself, but Kael caught her wrists and pinned them above her head.
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"You think you're better than me," he murmured, his voice dark with hunger.
Selene hissed at him like a cornered cat.
"I am better than you, you filthy mongrel—"
Kael slapped her.
Not brutally — just enough to stun her.
Selene's head snapped sideways, her lips parting in a soft gasp.
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He tore the remaining scraps of silk from her body, leaving her naked and vulnerable.
Her breasts were magnificent — full, heavy, tipped with dusky pink nipples that pebbled in the cool air.
Her thighs trembled, not from fear — but from arousal.
Despite herself, her body wanted this.
And Kael would make sure her mind followed.
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He spread her thighs with ruthless hands, exposing the glistening pink folds between them.
Selene whimpered.
"No, please—"
Kael leaned down, his voice a whisper against her ear.
"Beg properly," he ordered.
Selene bit her lip hard enough to draw blood.
"I... I beg you," she whispered brokenly. "Please... don't ruin me..."
Kael laughed.
"Too late for that, whore."
And he thrust into her.
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Selene screamed — a ragged, betrayed sound — her nails raking helplessly against his arms.
Kael drove into her without mercy, fucking her deeply, brutally, owning every inch of her tight, shuddering cunt.
Tears streamed down her cheeks.
But her hips moved on their own — rising, grinding, chasing each punishing thrust.
Kael seized her breasts, kneading the soft flesh roughly, pinching her nipples until she sobbed.
Selene shattered around him, her pussy clenching wildly.
Despite her pride, despite her hatred — her body betrayed her.
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Kael grabbed a handful of her silver hair and forced her to look into his eyes.
"You're mine now," he growled.
Selene's lips trembled.
"I... I hate you," she whispered.
Kael smiled coldly.
"But you love my cock."
And he thrust again, making her scream once more.
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> [Slave Claimed: Selene.]
[First Harem: 4/5.]
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Kael stood, surveying his prize.
Selene lay broken at his feet, her body twitching with aftershocks of orgasm.
One more.
Just one more.
And he would be ready.