Zephyr sat down in his bed-chamber, tacking the opportunity to take his armor off, finally getting the chance to stretch out. Catching a look at himself in the mirror that Rose had brought with her, and he didn't recognize himself. His face was familiar, but much like how Melvin was familiar but not quite. There was something disturbing about not knowing his own face, something that made him sick to his stomach. Why did he not remember his own face? He thought to himself, almost not seeing that a servant was walking in with a tray of food.
"Excuse me, my lord. Where do you want this?"
"Oh, um? The coffee table over there is fine." As she walked over to set his food down, he remembered her from before. She was the first one caught, and he almost had some fun with her before his minions ruined the mood.
"Hey, your name is Harriet, right?"
"Y-Yes, my lord." She set the food down, and Zephyr had difficulty figuring out which he wanted to taste more. The food or the woman.
"Have a good meal, sire." She said as she started walking out, but he had other plans.
"You stay right there." She stopped in her tracks and was forced just to stand there and watch him eat, but the more he looked the blond's body over, the less he was hungry for food. Getting up, he rushed over to her, looming over her as his shadow darkened her face.
"How about we get to what we started yesterday?" He said as seductive away as he could. But she didn't seem as interested as she was before, trembling under him, fear filling her eyes. But he didn't need her to want it. He grabbed her by the shoulders, and forcefully moved her into what will be the slave's kennel. Shoving her up against a wall, pinning her arms above her head as she tried to wiggle her way free.
"P-Please no! Don't rape me, please!"
"The only choice you have in this situation is how much this is going to hurt!" He then began to strip her, exposing Harriet's soft sexy body to the cold air. He shoved her down onto her knees in one violent motion and wiped out his cock. It seems he had also forgotten how big he was. Harriet's eyes went wide; from the look on her face, Zephyr assumed that she had never seen one quite as big herself.
"You know what to do with this, right? Haystack Harriet!" He laughed as he smacked her cheeks with his dick, the poor woman tried to turn her head away from it, but Zephyr her by the hair so she couldn't avoid it.
"You better open up that pretty mouth, or I might have to start thinking about using a different hole. And no, I'm not going to pull out no matter which one I cum in." A wicked grin grew on his face as he looked into the horror-filled eyes of his victim. Shuddering in terror, she opened her mouth as tears rolled off of her cheeks. He was not gentle entering her mouth, slamming his dick in so hard that it made her head smack into the wall. He made her choke on him until her eyes bulged out of her skull, at which point he pulled out of her throat to let her get a breath before slamming right back down it. He did this for what felt like hours, only bearly giving the poor thing enough time to gasp down a breath before mercilessly stuffing her throat again. When he felt like he was close to cumming he didn't even give her that, cruelly throat fucking Harriet. Until finally shot his load down her throat, forcing her to swallow everything he gave her. He stepped back when he pulled out of her face, letting her fall to the floor, coughing out bits of cum, and gasping for air.
"Fuck! It has been too long since I emptied my ball into some whore!" Zephyr then looked down at Harriet as she went from gasping to crying. She curled up into a little ball and wept, and he wondered if he should feel something for the woman he violated, if it was wrong for him to not actually care.
"Feel free to tell the others to expect similar treatment, for just like you, their bodies belong to me, and I intend to use them." He then left the room and ate his lunch, satisfying both his hunger's around the same time before he had to return to his duties.