Chapter Four – Deflower

Sloane

I was shocked as Anthony’s lips moved against mine. No one had ever kissed me before. I’d fantasized about it, of course. I thought my master would be my first, but he only saw me as a child. He’d never make me a woman.

I’ll probably die after this, so I might as well enjoy the kiss.

Anthony pressed his massive body against mine, pinning me down to the pool table. I began to panic as his hands moved down my body.

“Don’t touch me!” I snapped, trying to wriggle from underneath him. But he was too powerful and too strong. My anxiety rose when I heard the clanking of his belt buckle. I gasped and tried to back away when I felt the overwhelming warmth of his dick resting on my thigh. I didn’t see it, but I could feel how proportionate it was to his body. Soon, his dick rested on my clit.

My legs trembled around him as he rubbed his erect shaft back and forth—fiercely teasing me.

“Did Nicholas abandon you? Is that why you’re here? Are you here looking for a new master?”

I glared into his eyes and wasn’t shocked by what I saw. His piercing eyes were devoid of lust. Instead, he held the gaze of an apex predator, ready to devour his prey. The military men were trained to abandon their humanity as soon as they entered the academy. They were taught what was right was wrong, and what was wrong was right. They were trained to take what they wanted without remorse.

He was driven mad by war, and all that survived the battlefield was a killing machine and a beast without humanity—a beast that needed to be put down. I wasn’t dumb. I had to prepare myself for the worst.

He’s going to rape me.

Master Nicholas drilled into my head a long time ago that this awful fate could befall me and said it was best to compartmentalize as it was their training to get information out of women soldiers or prisoners of war.

But that’s easy for him to say. Isn’t it? But despite everything. I have to get back to him.

Throughout the years, the thought of my master got me out of the most harrowing situations. Even when I had my left arm taken and my abdomen pierced by the laser of a sniper rifle, I thought about returning to my master. I’d barely managed to crawl out of the battle ruins and make it to a treatment cabin in time. In those moments—those moments so close to death—nothing mattered but him. I could barely feel the pain or smell the blood, but how could I when my mind was filled with him?

“I’ll ask you one more time. Did your master abandon you?”

I nodded, hoping that Anthony’s former close ties with Master Nicholas would be enough to save me. I realized how wrong I was when he ripped my bra apart and pinched my nipples.

A weak gasp bubbled in my throat, but it erupted like a volcano when Anthony eased his dick inside me. My eyes widened from both shock and pain as he broke my hymen and hit my cervix with a firm thrust.

My body spasmed as a flurry of emotions spiraled through me. I was being taken against my will by a monster.

Dark spots appeared in my vision. I blinked rapidly, trying to clear my vision, but I thought against it.

It’ll be better if I pass out. If I pass out, I won’t feel anything. I can wake up, and it’ll all be over.

I wanted to kill him viciously. I wanted to slit his throat and pull his tongue through the opening. I wanted to do a manner of evil things to Anthony, but the sedative he injected me with did a good job ensuring that would never happen. Instead, my legs weakly fell to the side as he thrust into me.

Anthony reached up and grabbed my throat, and I thought this would be when he finished me.

“What is your mission?” he growled. I didn’t answer—couldn’t answer due to the weight of his hand on my throat. He was crushing my windpipe, unaware of his strength. I closed my eyes and attempted to remove his hand, but my feeble attempts were laughable. The smirk on Anthony’s face seemed to agree. My raping wasn’t being conducted by an opportunist but by a disgraced soldier of The Federation. “What…is…your…mission?” he asked again, thrusting after enunciating each word. He eased up the pressure on my throat.

“T-to kill you.”

I cried out when he thrust deeper.

“What is the mission level?”

I bit my bottom lip to prevent myself from telling. He was already aware of my mission—the ax should’ve told him everything he needed to know. However, I couldn’t reveal the mission level.

Fed up with my non-compliance. He opened me up, spreading my thighs with his hands and punished me with his cock. He was going fast and hard, forcing my weak body across the pool table, only to drag me back down to the edge again.

“Bitch, I asked you a fucking question,” he said, hips snapping forward with wild abandonment.

Sweat slicked down my forehead and neck as I felt myself being continuously stretched. I felt like my pussy was sucking him in, forcing him to drag himself out. I couldn’t take much more abuse. I glanced at him and, through my bleary eyes, noticed when a drop of sweat trickled down the ridges of his abdominal muscles and veins until it disappeared into his sculpted V-line.

The pressure in my lower abdomen intensified when he placed his palm on my pelvis and pushed down as he continued to slam into me. Moments later, he pulled out, and my pussy squirted from the forced orgasm.

He penetrated me again, and that time, I could feel him expand inside of me as he drilled me on the pool table. I shrieked when I felt his warm, thick semen jet across my inner walls. I trembled as he slowly withdrew.

“Go back and tell your master you’re a good fuck.”