Kind of based off of Kraotop’s Protection snippet, especially with how it ended.

Protection: Aftermath

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Funny how sometimes, the worst thing happening to you can make you so happy, especially if it’s distracting you from the reality of your situation. Being trapped in the Birdcage… despite how from looking at it from the outside it is horrible, inside after I’ve gotten used to my new life, it isn’t so bad. Funny enough, I’m actually enjoying it better than some of the times I’d been out of here, back on the surface. It’s not as… it hurts, being trapped here, especially when I’m left to my own thoughts like I am now. Despite myself, sometimes I accidentally start thinking of them, of the Undersiders, how… how nice life was with them. It… was nice having friends, people you loved. We might have had a few ups and downs, but don’t all friends? 

I shake my head, trying to banish those thoughts, they weren’t useful anymore and… and they hurt. Every time, it’s like my heart is being ripped out. I can feel them already, even just thinking of them. I blink rapidly, trying to banish the tears and keep them from falling, despite knowing that it didn’t matter. There was still a part of me that after years of abuse did her best to keep the tears from falling. They could only hurt me… even so, I… I hope they are doing alright. 

Trying to think of something else, I reach down while looking at the slab of steel that Master had put in place instead of a door. Why he warned me not to try to escape when I’m just a girl now, no powers, nothing I can use to get out, so I don’t know. All I can do is wait here in this pose that Master liked me to wait in while he was gone. He likes me to wait there, kneeling on the ground for him. I’d done my best to make myself comfortable, and he’d been gracious enough to let me kneel for him on the bed. I’d even shown enough devotion that he… got me something nice.

I raise myself up a little bit as I kneel there, feeling the metal dildo, begin to slide out of my a little bit, giving me a bit of stimulation, and something to focus on, before I let myself fall back down onto it, a sensation of pleasure moving through me, it causing my ass to clench around the plug my Master had gotten me as well. Due to my training, I moan slightly, having gotten used to announcing my pleasure for my Master. He enjoys my cries; it drives him to greater heights of enjoyment despite that not being his goal. Maybe it was some kind of primeval lizard brain thing that your partner crying out in ecstasy increased your arousal, and made you keep going. For Master, my pleasure wasn’t too much of a concern for him. No, I was just a receptacle for his lusts, a lowly creature for him to humiliate, a trophy. I, his greatest foe, brought so low as to become his slave, and despite it all, the humiliation, the degradation, I can’t even deny that I’d grown to love it.

No matter what he did, how he fucked me, abused me, humiliated me, I’d always feel this heat in my core, this… this excitement. Initially, it disgusted me, enjoying what was being done to me, how he used me, made me his sex toy, and how I had to debase myself just to survive. At first I asked myself why I even cared about living? Why not just end it all by pissing off my master. I was in the birdcage, and at this point, I wouldn’t do any good for anyone. If anything, it probably would be for the better. Dinah had said it in her note, how it would improve the chances of the apocalypse not occurring, so what did it matter now that I’d never see them again?

And yet, I kept fighting on, doing as Master desired of me, sucking him off, posing for him, using what skills I had in sewing and such thing to make him amore comfortable jumpsuit… and for myself a, as he put it, “suit suitable for a sex slave.” He’d shown me off since then, since I finished my own suit. It was the equivalent of what few bondage harnesses I’d seen, and tried to emulate to please my Master. The outfit was crotch less, and had bands criss-crossing my small chest, though it was growing larger. Master had procured the service of Panacea who was basically the princess of Marquis’ block. She seemed happy enough, and was supremely amused at my situation, taunting me the whole time and laughing. She even said she’d fuck with my head, but Lung said no and she seems to have refrained. The thinker that master took me to said my head hadn’t been messed with. 

Since I’d first arrived had Panacea use her power on me, my chest had grown to a solid c-cup and didn’t show signs of stopping, while my thighs and ass had thickened. My lips had thickened as well and grown more sensitive. My entire body was far more sensitive now, responding eagerly to either my or my Master’s touch, sending shivers through me as pleasure would strike the moment Master started to touch me down there, or grab my breasts.

He of course took me out of the cell when he felt like it, either to eat, or more often, to do some daily exercise, bringing me along on the collar and leash he’d had me make for myself, showing me off to the other inmates, showing off his prize, showing how much of a slut I was to enjoy it, getting wet at how everyone looked at me. 

I shiver as I let myself plunge once more on my metal dildo, slowly working myself into a rhythm as my desires start to take over, starting to bounce on the dildo. My ever growing libido, combined with how my body physically reacted to my humiliation had slowly begun to destroy what self control regarding sex I had. It wasn’t as if I couldn’t get sex any time I wanted either, since Master was always just a few licks away from grabbing my head and hilting himself down my now well trained throat. He quite enjoyed my enthusiasm, and ever since I’d started taking the initiative, he’d even let me read some books that were brought down to the Birdcage by Dragon.

Reaching down, my fingers slowly begin to work at my clit, sliding across it, pressing down on it as my pleasure increased, my breath coming out harder as I continued to bounce on my dildo, squeezing down on it and my plug, enjoying the feeling of my holes being filled. But it would never compare to my master fucking me, he’d made sure of it. Master’s cock was far thicker and larger than the dildo I was fucking, he wanted to keep it that way, making me desire it, wanting it for the pleasure it could give me. 

God, I’d become a lewd little thing hadn’t I? Desperate for cock, the endorphins that rose from the fucking. Humiliation had somehow become an erotic thing for me, showing off my body, how I was owned by Lung. Even the act of being owned was becoming something of an enchanting idea for me, being owned and used for pleasure while receiving it in return. With my free hands, I pulled at the cloth straps on my chest to let my hands in, so I can grope my sensitive breasts, moaning louder as the pleasure from pinching and playing with my nipples increased my enjoyment. 

Then I heard him coming, Master. I knew it was him, because of a little secret I’d been keeping, and he’d done his errands for the day. I don’t hold back the smile as I pull my hands from my chest, and manage to pull myself off of the dildo he’d gotten me. Scrambling with weak knees off the bed, and onto the floor. I face away from the door while on my knees before bending down so my holes are facing where he’d enter, and I spread my pussy lips while looking back. I know I’ve got a massive blush on my face, and I’m still breathing hard from the dildo fucking.

The door slides to the side as Master enters, before he slides it back closed. He looks at me, a hungry expression growing on his face as he sees me.

“Welcome back Master,” I say, “Please Master, please fuck your slutty slave.”

“I’ll never get tired of seeing you like this,” Master says as he grins wickedly. In a moment, he unzips his pants before letting his already semi hard cock out. He’d been anticipating this since he finished his last errand and had started heading back our cell. It didn’t take long for it to harden completely, and I can’t help but stare at the massive meat rod, standing tall and looking ever so juicy. I wanted to suck it, I wanted it to fuck me. As Master lowered himself onto the carpet, sliding his cock up my leg as he positioned himself around me, I knew I’d be fucked. I can barely help the excitement as my heart beats faster and harder, pounding in my chest as my breath speeds up to match it, showing how much of a horny slut he’d turned me into. His horny, slutty slave, just for him to fuck.

He grabs my tits, and I moan as the pleasure from his rough grasp, before let out a sensual squeal as he hilts himself into me. Master was always rough with me, and I’d grown to love it, love how he had his way with me all the time, fucking me whenever he wanted. He’d taken pleasure in moulding me into this wanton slut, perfect for his cock. I doubt he would ever tire of me, especially since I’d been the one who brought him so low. Now, he had brought me lower, and was keeping me down there, fucking me into the ground and making me an addict for his cock. Each thrust was a relief from the birdcage, a blast of endorphins brought on by his stimulation. Each squeeze of my tits was a blast of pleasure, and even the humiliations were merely foreplay which got me hot and bothered, ready to take him at any time. 

His thrusts grew faster as I can already feel myself getting close to cumming. The dildo from before, combined with how good my Master felt, and how hot it was, to be his slave, to serve his every whim, it was too much for my lewd and slutty mind, pushing me over as I cried out in ecstasy while Master continued to fuck me. The man was proud of how he’d brought me so low, I could feel it as I felt his cock in me, felt both my own and his pleasure as my pussy walls grew more inviting for him while also tried to milk him of his cum, needing more cock while he needed to cum still.

As for how I could feel it? It was because my power had changed while in the cage, and it’d changed drastically. With no bugs, my power had shifted to people, my control over them ever growing. Master was unknowingly the one I had complete control over, but I never used it. I didn’t want to use it, since it would reveal my hand, and between the time that my power had changed, he had… he had made me love the humiliation, the pleaure, the fucking. He showed me how good sex could be, and honestly, him fucking me was the best feeling in the world as he continued to fuck and thrust into me, my pussy clenching and squeezing as he thrust. Then I knew he’d cum soon, so I did what I knew would make him cum faster.

“Master!” I cried as he continued to fuck me, and he sped up, thrusting even faster until he finally came, hilting himself deep inside of me, holding me down and letting me have the full experience of him cumming deep in me, filling me with that lovely warmth. I moaned I closed my eyes, my arms moving out to grab onto Master’s strong arms as he fell back, pulling me with him as he held me in his big strong arms. I do my best to get comfortable while leaning against his chest, letting out a little moan of “Master” as my eyes grow heavy.

My power now kind of worked like Alec’s, only less invasive, and less needing to fire off all a person’s nerves. All I need is time, or, to have someone fuck me, then I have complete control. I can’t control the Fairy Queen, but she’d decided to give Lung a cryptic clue that she was alright if “he” took over, which I knew was directed at me, for she called me the Queen Administrator, and had given me her blessing.

But not yet, not while I could enjoy being a slave, knowing I can have fun and slowly control everyone at the same time. 

I’m not staying in the birdcage, not if I have anything to say about it once I take over.

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