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Chapter 76: The Rebirth of a Loyal Slave [R-18]
🕑 Added 2025-09-07 02:07:13 +0000 UTCThe morning sun cast golden beams through the curtains into the living room of the mountaintop safe house, illuminating Owen's figure as he leaned back comfortably on the leather sofa. He had just finished showering, his jet-black hair was carelessly towel-dried. He wore only a pair of casual shorts, his bare upper body revealing sharp, defined muscles. Small, lingering water droplets slowly trickled down his chest and his magnificent abs.
In one hand, he held a fork, unhurriedly bringing a large piece of medium-rare tenderloin steak to his mouth. The fragrant aroma of butter and rosemary wafted through the room, while his other hand casually scrolled through a game on his phone, oblivious to the world. His posture was that of a true victor, in complete control. The atmosphere around him was calm and completely different from the state of the bedroom next door...
In that room, Victoria slowly opened her eyes, waking up on a bed that was as wrinkled as a battlefield. Her body was exhausted and sticky from yesterday's activities, but what woke her was not the discomfort, but the gnawing hunger that was burning a hole in her stomach.
And then, the rich aroma of steak wafting from the living room acted as a trigger. It violently awakened her primal instincts. She no longer thought of dignity or shame. Her mind was filled only with a resounding, basic need. Her naked body slowly pushed itself out of bed and staggered out of the bedroom…
Owen, who was focused on his game, sensed Victoria's arrival from the shadow that fell across the room. He slowly glanced up from the screen. The sight of her standing there, naked, with a vacant gaze fixed on his plate of food like a hungry pet, made him unable to suppress a satisfied smile.
"Awake, are we... my good girl?" His voice was softer than before, but it still held an absolute authority. "You're a mess. Go take a shower and freshen up." It was no longer a harsh command, but the words of an owner caring for his docile pet.
There was no argument, only an obedient nod. Victoria turned and disappeared into the bathroom. Owen watched her until she was out of sight before he heard the sound of the shower... It didn't take long.
When she returned, the clean scent of soap wafted to Owen's nose. Her short, golden-blonde hair, still not completely dry, was slicked back, revealing her fair neck. Her skin was radiant and flushed from the warm water. On her beautiful body was only a tiny black bikini he had prepared for her... The small pieces of fabric could barely cover anything, only serving to accentuate her full, seductive figure even more.
She didn't hesitate for a second, walking straight over and immediately sitting down on Owen's lap. The slight coolness of her still-damp skin against his hot stomach made him flinch lightly. Her slender arms wrapped tightly around his neck, before she buried her face in his strong chest, rubbing her soft cheek against him like a kitten seeking affection. It was a wordless plea for a "reward."
'She's acting just like a cat…' Owen thought with satisfaction as he caressed her smooth, slightly damp back. He could feel a faint tremor of a desire she couldn't control. 'The training seems to have been more effective than expected. Her Demon Path score must have shot up to 80-90 points... She should be ready for the final step.'
Owen looked at the affectionate figure on his lap with a satisfied gaze. He put down his fork and slid one hand around Victoria's slender waist.
"Hungry?" he whispered sensuously next to her ear, while his other hand began to slowly move lower, squeezing and kneading her firm, round buttocks.
"Mmm~" Victoria moaned in her throat with bliss. She didn't answer with words but nodded repeatedly, deliberately and shamelessly grinding her hips against the hardening bulge in his pants.
Owen chuckled softly. "Hahaha, such a girl who can never get enough... Don't worry, this master will feed you himself... Good girl~"
He used his thumb to hook the edge of her bikini bottom, slowly pulling it to the side, revealing the plump, swollen folds of her slit, glistening with clear lubricant, waiting for him. He didn't enter her immediately but used his thumb to gently grind her hardened clit, teasing and arousing her.
"Ah!... Aah!~" Victoria jolted, instinctively arching her hips to meet his touch, her body trembling with a pleasure that shot through her.
Seeing that she was fully ready, he aimed his large, hard cock, its veins bulging, at the entrance of her slit, and slowly pressed her hips down... forcing her to swallow it, bit by bit... until he was all the way in.
"Mmmph!~ Aaaaaahhh…"
Victoria's body trembled nonstop. She arched her chest, accepting the familiar sensation with bliss. She buried her face in his broad shoulder, panting heavily as the feeling of being "filled" to capacity shot through her.
"Very good..." Owen whispered in her ear, before ordering her to feed him. "Now... you feed me what's on the plate. And don't forget to feed yourself."
Victoria obediently pulled her face from his shoulder. She reached with a slightly trembling hand, picked up the fork, speared a bite-sized piece of steak, and respectfully brought it to his lips. Owen opened his mouth and chewed it slowly, his eyes never leaving hers.
"Your turn," he ordered.
She quickly speared another piece of meat and put it in her own mouth. The rich taste of the meat and sauce exploded in her mouth. It was the most delicious thing she had tasted in days, but she didn't enjoy it nearly as much as the hot cock moving and grinding inside her.
The erotic morning scene continued slowly... Owen leaned back on the sofa, relaxed, occasionally accepting food from Victoria's hand, while Victoria slowly swayed her hips, expertly grinding his member in and out of her pussy. She moaned sweetly in her throat with every movement…
When the steak was gone, it was time for the real "reward."
Owen lifted Victoria's body and placed her on the sofa. He positioned her on her knees, her hips arched up, her face buried in the backrest. Then, he began to play a new, heated song of love, changing the rhythm from slow and steady to violent and savage. He stood, slamming his cock into her tight pussy from behind, over and over, until the shameful sound of flesh on flesh echoed through the room.
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
Squelch! Squelch! Squelch!
"Ah-ah-ah! Araah! Harder! Harder! My body is yours… Please… don't stop fucking me with your big cock! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Araaannggg~" she shrieked insanely.
Her plea only fueled Owen more. He reached out to roughly squeeze her large breasts while hammering his cock in and out of her pussy with a mad frenzy until her eyes began to roll back, drool seeping from the corner of her mouth. Then, they both exploded with pleasure at the same time, their bodies convulsing... A massive amount of semen flooded into her womb, filling her up once again.
Victoria collapsed onto the sofa, completely spent. Her body trembled lightly from the aftershocks of the orgasm. She lay panting heavily, her eyes staring blankly at the ceiling, but a truly blissful smile was on her face.
Owen stood to his full height, looking down at his "handiwork" spread out on the sofa with the utmost satisfaction of a creator. The once-heated atmosphere slowly cooled, replaced by a silence filled with a growing seriousness. He knew that her body had surrendered to him, but her spirit... still had to pass one final test.
He let her bask in her bliss for a moment before walking over and sitting down on the glass table in front of her. He looked deep into her glistening, still-blissful eyes and gave an order, his voice now noticeably more serious.
"My love~ Go bring me the thing you love and are most attached to."
The command seeped into Victoria's floating consciousness. She didn't hesitate or question it for a second. Her instincts told her that obeying this command would bring an even greater "reward." She struggled to her feet. The cloudy white semen he had just released was still seeping from her pussy, staining the expensive sofa, but she didn't care in the slightest.
She ran into the bedroom, quickly rummaged through her designer handbag, and took out a dark blue velvet box. Inside was a “diamond necklace,” sparkling even in the dim light. It was a gift Alex had given her on their wedding anniversary... It was the symbol of her old, wealthy, and arrogant life.
She brought it back to Owen, placing it in his open palm respectfully, before kneeling on the carpet before him, looking up with expectant, waiting eyes.
Owen picked up the necklace. The light reflected off the diamond facets, creating a rainbow of sparkles. He turned it over slowly, as if assessing its value, before asking in a flat voice, "Does this thing still mean anything to you?"
"Not at all!" Victoria shook her head, denying it almost instantly. Her words came out in a rush, as if she were afraid he wouldn't believe her. "Nothing is more important than receiving a reward from you! Those things... they're just a worthless past!"
Owen gave a satisfied smirk at her answer, but it needed proof, not just words. "Then prove it to me… ‘Destroy’ it. In front of me."
The command was absolute and merciless, but Victoria received it with eyes sparkling with excitement. She held out her hand and made a tight fist, as if she were squeezing something. Instantly, the air around the necklace began to shimmer... Her telekinetic power was being activated.
The beautiful diamond necklace slowly floated into the air before an invisible pressure began to crush it violently!
Screeeech…
The agonizing sound of metal being twisted rang out. The once-beautiful white gold setting was crushed out of shape. The large central diamond made a "pop" sound and shot out of its setting, followed by the smaller surrounding diamonds, which shattered and scattered like a rain of crystal tears onto the carpet and wooden floor.
She continued to increase the pressure until the remains of the setting were a twisted, worthless lump of metal, before letting it fall to the floor with a "clink."
Victoria looked at the worthless remains with a genuinely satisfied smile. She looked at it as if she were watching the final chain that bound her being broken. Then, she looked up at Owen, her eyes pleading and more intense than ever... waiting for the "reward" for proving her loyalty.
Owen watched the entire scene with the utmost satisfaction. He knew that her spirit had now completely surrendered to him. He leaned down and gently lifted her chin, looking deep into those eyes filled with desire.
'She's ready…' he decided firmly. 'Tomorrow... will be the day of our ritual.'
…..
The dawn of the sixth day (Friday) arrived with a completely changed atmosphere. Owen woke before the first light of day. He quietly closed all the curtains, trapping the dim early morning light within the bedroom, before starting to light dozens of scented candles he had prepared around the bed.
The flickering orange flames slowly chased away the darkness, revealing dancing shadows on the walls. The rich, seductive scent of sandalwood and amber slowly filled the room, creating an atmosphere that was solemn, sacred, and filled with an unseen desire. The air in the room grew heavy and tense, as if an ancient power were slowly gathering.
Owen woke Victoria with a light touch on her shoulder. When she opened her eyes, the first thing she saw was his face, bathed in the soft candlelight. He wasn't smiling or greeting her with his usual teasing tone. Instead, he stared at her with a gaze that was deep, serious, and more powerful than ever before.
"Today is the day you are reborn..." he announced, his voice solemn and powerful, like a high priest in an ancient ritual. "...and become my completely loyal slave."
Victoria showed no fear or hesitation. On the contrary, her blue eyes lit up with excitement and willing anticipation. She nodded slowly, like a believer about to be absolved of her sins. She was ready... ready for anything.
Owen sat calmly in the center of the bed, his naked body bathed in the candlelight, looking like a statue of an ancient Greek god. He looked at Victoria, who was kneeling before him, with a gaze that was deep and filled with an unprecedented power.
"Look at me... Victoria," he gave the first command of the ritual, his voice low and resonant. "Speak your oath... let these candles and shadows remember your words for all eternity."
Victoria looked up to meet his eyes without hesitation. The blue eyes that were once so full of pride now shone with a perfect faith and submission. She inhaled the sacred scent of the incense deeply before speaking, her voice trembling slightly with emotion.
"I, Victoria... renounce my old self and all my past... I offer this body, mind, and spirit... to Master Owen, and to him alone... Every breath I take will be his... Every pleasure I feel will come from him... and every drop of my life... will be to serve him... forever!!!"
The oath ended with tears of joy streaming down her cheeks. Owen gave a satisfied smirk. He leaned down to gently kiss her tears away before crushing his lips against hers, slowly but firmly. It wasn't a passionate kiss, but a kiss to "seal the covenant." He slid his tongue in, gently but decisively, drawing all her breath to merge with his.
He broke the kiss and began the next part of the "ritual" unhurriedly. He positioned her on her back in the middle of the bed, her arms at her sides, her legs together... like a beautiful sacrifice lying on an altar awaiting purification.
He didn't attack her hungrily, but instead, slowly and gently, yet firmly, kissed and touched her body. He started with her forehead, her eyelids, the tip of her nose, then her lips again, before moving down to her elegant neck and trembling breasts. Every touch was a declaration of ownership, every kiss a transference of power and authority.
When his kisses had traced a path down to her flat stomach, he picked up one of the candles and tilted it slightly, letting the warm wax drip softly onto her lower abdomen.
"Ah!..." Victoria flinched slightly with a mixture of shock and pleasure. The heat wasn't enough to hurt, but it awakened all her senses.
Owen used his finger to draw the warm wax into a complex, ancient pattern on her soft, smooth skin… It wasn't a simple heart, but a beautiful symbol of pain, submission, and possession. Victoria trembled as she felt the spreading heat and the hidden meaning in his action… This was the first branding… preparing her body and soul to become his.
Before he moved between her willingly parted thighs.
He gripped his 12-inch cock, which was hot and hard, its veins throbbing with his heartbeat. He aimed it at the wet entrance of her love canal, which was twitching seductively like a flower waiting to be plucked. He didn't thrust in immediately, but used the large head to grind and rub against her folds slowly, creating a sweet agony that made Victoria writhe and moan, her voice trembling.
"Please... Master..." she whispered, begging. "Please... fill me…"
Her plea was what he was waiting for. He began to push it in slowly... so slowly it was agonizing. It wasn't just sex, but a complete merging of souls.
"Aah… Mmm…" Victoria moaned sweetly in her throat. She could feel every millimeter of him slowly filling her until she was completely packed. The hot inner walls of her flesh squeezed him violently, as if trying to devour him whole. She arched her hips to receive his invasion, tears of overwhelming bliss streaming from the corners of her eyes.
When he was all the way in… Owen paused, letting her body adjust and remember the feeling of being completely filled. He leaned down to kiss her forehead gently before he began to move… His rhythm was deep and heavy, like the beating of a drum in an ancient ritual. Every thrust was a reinforcement of his power into every one of her cells.
Thump… Thump… Thump…
Thwack… Thwack… Thwack…
The heavy, rhythmic sound of flesh on flesh synchronized with Victoria's hoarse, sweet moans. She wrapped her arms tightly around his strong back, her nails digging in slightly to release her overwhelming pleasure. Her eyes looked up at his face, bathed in the candlelight, with worship and adoration.
The melody of possession continued without pause. He changed the rhythm from deep and slow to violent and fast, the head of his cock repeatedly grinding against her soft cervix until a thrilling pleasure shot through her abdomen and she shrieked uncontrollably.
"Ah! Aah! Master! Right there… Yes… Aaaahh!"
He responded to her plea by quickening his pace, faster and more violent, mercilessly hammering her pleasure spot until her body trembled like a small bird. The flickering candlelight reflected in her glistening eyes, revealing the image of her master bestowing upon her an endless bliss.
Time flowed until they were both nearing the peak… Owen gathered all his power at his core. A searing heat spread through his body like a furnace. He threw his head back and roared like a lion, his voice echoing through the quiet bedroom…
"Receive my brand and be reborn as my loyal slave, and mine alone!"
In that instant, he used his [Semen of Broodmother Branding] ability on her at full power!
GUUUUUUSH!
SPLOOOOOOGE! SPLOOGE! SPLOOGE!
A torrent of hot, immensely powerful semen shot into her womb with an insane frenzy! It wasn't just a fluid, but a pure, glowing energy.
"Araaaaanngggghhhhhhhhh!!!"
Victoria shrieked at the top of her lungs, her body convulsing so violently her back arched off the bed. Instantly, a dark red light flashed from her lower abdomen. It was so bright it bathed the entire room, overpowering the candlelight. The light pulsed in time with her heartbeat... thump… thump… thump… before slowly dimming, revealing a "Broodmother's Brand" with a complex pattern resembling a crown entwined with thorny roses, permanently etched onto her smooth skin. It glowed a faint red for a moment before fading.
Owen collapsed onto her limp body, panting heavily. He could feel the psychic connection form, perfectly. The first things he felt from her were waves of love, loyalty, and a feeling of "completeness" that flooded his mind.
Victoria opened her eyes again… but her gaze was no longer the same. The confusion and pain were completely gone, leaving only a calm stillness, loyalty, and a pure love shining through. She looked at the brand on her lower abdomen with a blissful smile before looking up at him.
"Thank you… Master~"
Her voice was soft and full of love… The rebirth was complete.
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