The Rape of Clara

I few weeks ago I shared a bit of an update on some of the girls I have been active with since embarking on this polyamorous relationship.

You may recall that, Mounika had taken a job as an Uber driver to help pay the bills after her aunt had left to care for a sick relative.

I had also had shared that she was also looking to put the Cold War era bunker to use again.

What I didn't realize would be how quickly these two items would intersect.

It had been just a couple weeks since I wrote that update, when she had texted me "I got you a present."

It was a bit of a cryptic message, but nothing in that house ever was 'normal'. I was overdue for a visit anyway, so made plans to visit her on Tuesday.

On Tuesday, I woke up and ran through my typical morning routine before driving towards Escondido. I had made this drive so many times before and it had been rewarding.

Mounika had introduced me to more than one playmate since I had known her. Some she had rescued from bad situations and most of those girls we're now living a somewhat normal life.

However there were a few instances where instead of being rescued, Mounika had enslaved a girl in the old bunker she had discovered in the backyard of her aunt's house.

I was curious of what exactly my present might be.

I pulled up to the house and made my to the front door. Little Shana met me at the door. She was wearing just a skimpy pair of flowered undies and a tank top. She hopped into my arms before announcing "Mommy is in the kitchen! Priya has baby sitting duty right now."

Shana was a girl that they had 'rescued' from the streets after she had been neglected by a drug addict mother.

She affectionately referred to Mounika as "Mommy" and myself as "Daddy". Mounika's younger sister also referred to us in the same way.

My wife had allowed me to impregnate all three of them and all three had given birth within the past few months. But that is a story for another day!

I made my way to the kitchen to find Mounika putting away dishes from the dishwasher. She was wearing a pair of pajama pants and an old T-shirt. Her barely-A cup tits were obviously aroused as the nipples poked at the thin fabric. Pregnancy had made her breasts enlarge the slightest bit, but she still had no titties to speak of.

She set down the plates she was holding, threw her arms around me, and flashed me her pearly white smile. "Mmmm good morning love. I hope you have lots of energy, because I got you something special."

I kissed her gently on the lips. "Is it out back?"

She nodded excitedly and turned to quickly finish her task of putting the dishes away. I pitched in, grabbing the last few pieces and returning them to their proper place.

We then made our way to the quiet backyard and into the shed. She slid the shelf back revealing the trap door she had stumbled upon months ago. After discovering the dusty bunker below she had renovated nearly single handedly. I had helped out with a few items regarding airflow, water, and electric but the rest had been her handy work.

We made our way down the ladder into the hallway, and to the big heavy blast door that essentially sealed the bunker from the outside world. At some point, someone in the 50s or 60s had figured they would outlast a Russian attack inside.

The original idea of the bunker was to keep the world out. But now, one of the upgrades we had made was the electronic lock to keep those inside -- well locked inside.

Before unlocking it, Mounika turned to me and gave me a kiss. "I hope you like your present."

I was eager to see what awaited me on the other side of the door as Mounika unlocked it. She swung the heavy door open. The lights were off except for the dim safety light directly above us.

A sound of sobbing and sniffling could be heard coming from the bed.

"Clara?" Mounika called softly before sliding the lights dimmer switch up slightly.

Curled up in the bed, was a petite Filipino woman. She looked up at me in fear and the tears flowed.

"Shhhh, hey don't cry sweetie" Mounika consoled.

She turned to me. "I picked her up on Sunday morning at the cruise terminal. She was going on a short shore leave." she said gesturing to a lanyard and badge on the adjacent shelf. It was a Royal Caribbean employee badge, it showed a smiling face and the name of 'Clara Reyes, Stateroom Attendant'. Laying next to it was a Catholic rosary.

"I was back in the area to pickup a fare last night and the ship had already left. They will think she just absconded. I bet they won't even say anything because they won't want to deal with the bureaucracy."

Clara continued to sniffle. "What are you going to do to me? My parents have no money for ransom!" Even in sadness, her voice was soft and sweet.

"Ohhh honey, asking for ransom would mean that money was more important to us. No, we aren't going to ask for ransom. This is where you will live now." Mounika said truthfully.

The look of dread that came across Clara's face was pitiful.

"Am I a... prostitute?" seemingly scared to even finish the sentence, afraid of what the answer might be.

I shook my head no. "No, nobody is paying to have sex with you. You are our personal sex slave for as many years as she wants you."

"Nooo nooo, please." Clara begged frantically.

"Clara, you have no choice." Mounika stated.

"Please no, I am saving myself. Until marriage!" Clara pleaded.

"I don't think you get it. He is the closest thing to a husband you will ever have." Mounika replied coldly.

I took her hand and pulled her to her feet. She was maybe 5'2" and very petite. I judged that she was in her mid-20s. The clean pajamas that Mounika had loaned her were too long and hid her body well.

Mounika seemed to read my mind.

"Take off yourshirt, Clara." she ordered.

Clara stupidly refused. A resounding smack echoed through the room as Mounika slapped her ass hard.

"Now! Or the next slap is across your face!" Mounika threatened.

Clara whimpered as she timidly pulled the shirt over her head. Underneath was a very nice set of B cups that had little light brown nipples that naturally stiffened as the cold room air touched them.

I pulled her close, cupping one of her breasts. She resisted, shoving roughly against me.

Mounika grabbed her roughly by the hair. "What part of slave are you having trouble understanding?"

I pulled her back close and brought my mouth to one of her nipples. I sucked firmly on it, as she whimpered and pushed against me.

I ran my tongue around her nipples before sucking hard on it. I heard her involuntarily gasp as I moved over to her other tit.

My hands slid inside her pajama bottoms and squeezed her small little butt. She struggled as my fingertips were a mere inch from her pussy.

"Clara, please! You are only making this harder on yourself!" I warned, but she didn't listen.

I tugged the pants down to her ankles.

Her hands instinctively raced to cover herself, but Mounika was prepared and grabbed her arms and held them tightly.

Clara's pubic area was trimmed into a nice triangle that naturally pointed right at her protruding inner labia and a tiny button of a clit.

She fought against Mounika's grip, freeing one hand she swung at me and luckily missed. I caught her arm mid-flight as she made a second attempt. I firmly gripped her arms.

"Get the cuffs." I told Mounika. She diligently went to the drawers and got me two sets of handcuffs.

"Nooooo!" Clara protested.

"I warned you that you were just making it hard on yourself. Swinging at me was a mistake." I told her as I pushed her to the bed.

Putting a knee on one arm, I cuffed her other to the bed. I repeated this with second arm.

I stood back from the bed and watched as she kicked and cried for mercy.

Mounika dropped to her knees in front of me. She began to unbuckle my jeans. She looked up at me. "I miss this! Us just having fun down here in our private little world"

"Me too!" I agreed as I pulled off my shirt.

"What do you think of my present for you?" she asked as my pants hit the floor and she moved them aside.

"A fighter, but she will trained shortly."

Clara stopped struggling momentarily. She stared in shock as Mounika removed my boxer briefs and unveiled my raging erection.

Mounika sucked gently on my balls before taking my cock into her warm mouth. Her tongue swirled back and forth on the shaft as it slid in and out of her mouth.

She pulled it from her mouth, drooling on it's length. "That should be good Daddy!"

I turned towards the bed and Clara shook her head and cried out. Unfortunately for her, this bunker was buried deep under the hillside and had thick concrete walls. Nobody would ever hear her cries for help no matter how much she tried.

I climbed onto the bed as Mounika took a seat on it next to Clara. I grabbed Clara's kicking legs and positioned myself between them.

She began to cry heavily as she knew what was coming next. She fruitlessly strained against the cuffs.

I looked down and placed the tip of my dick against her apparently virgin pussy.

"Mmmm Daddy, do it!" Mounika begged.

I pushed forward but Clara was clenching down her already tight hole.

I leaned down and pressed my mouth against hers. Again she fought back as she tossed her aside. I tried to follow her thrashing movements. She retaliated by trying to bite me.

I didn't need this. It wasn't like I was some loser that been spurned by women. It wasn't that I was unhappy in my marriage, or attempting to have my way with some more attractive woman. I had a more-than-perfect wife of unsurpassed beauty, I had plenty of other lovers -- many of which would be considered 'smokin hot'.

No, I didn't need this. But, I wanted it. The thrill of the forbidden was always a draw for me. The powerful feeling of being to force this particular girl -- one that seemed so quickly forgotten -- into submission thrilled me.

I knew Mounika chased the same thrill. She loved the forbidden. I mean at our first real meeting, she had offered up her own sister to me. She had recruited little impressionable Shana. She had eagerly suggested the reason for impregnating the three of them. She was the most deviant person I knew, but I absolutely loved it.

"Take her! Force your cock up in that little cunt! Rape her!" Mounika urged.

Clara was struggling with all her might. She had seen opportunity and perceived weakness when I had backed away from her attempt to bite me. She thrust her legs at me, attempting to kick at me.

I would make her helpless. I hopped off the bed. My cock throbbed with frustration in front of me. I went over to the dresser and grabbed two fabric restraints from the same drawer of tricks that Mounika had found the cuffs in.

I returned to the bed and tied a restraint to each of her kicking ankles. She wailed in frustration as I pulled one tight and tied it to the foot of the bed. I repeated on the other ankle, leaving crying spread eagle on the bed.

I hopped back off the bed and fished my jeans from the floor. I pulled the worn but trusty leather belt from them as Mounika watched excitedly.

I crawled back on the bed and on top of Clara. She wasn't going down without a valiant fight. She yanked hard on her restraints and winced in pain as she felt them dig in to her delicate skin.

I slid the belt beneath her neck. She immediately tried to turn and bite at my hand. She again was unsuccessful.

I looped the end of the belt through the buckle and began to pull it closed. Her eyes immediately filled with fear as she saw that she may have miscalculated her chances of success.

I pulled the belt tighter around her little neck and she gasped as she felt it lightly constricting her airflow.

I again thrust my steel-hard cock against her labia.

She again fought against my entry, clenching her pelvic muscles tight.

But this time, I pulled tighter on the belt. Her oxygen dwindled. Her body, in an act of self preservation, chose fighting to live over fighting to preserve her virginity. I felt her pussy relax enough to begin to make entry.

I pushed forward, the head tearing past the flab of her inner lips and making entrance into her tunnel. She was damp inside, but not really wet. Still extremely tight, but dizzy and delirious from the choking belt, she didn't immediately clamp down on me. This let me inch a bit further in.

Mounika excitedly pulled the belt tighter. I knew she was likely getting wet from watching Clara struggle. But, I wanted to stop her before she went to far.

"Take the belt off her. It did it's purpose."

Mounika reluctantly obeyed as my cock continued to force it's way into Clara's unbelievably tight channel.

Now able to breathe again, Clara refocused her fight against me. But it was no use. I was already well embedded in her. Her thrashing actually was now helping me conquer the last few inches of tight travel.

Soon I had embedded myself fully inside her.

"Yeah, you like Daddy's cock in you? I hope so, because he is about to destroy your little pussy!" Mounika teased.

I slowly pulled back. Then steadying my movements with my hands on her hips, I slammed full force into her -- raping her.

I felt my cock tearing through her as she cried out in pain. I began doing this over and over listening to the thud of my pelvis crashing into hers repeatedly.

"Please stop! Let me go! Sir, just let me go and I won't say a thing!" Clara begged.

"Clara, listen to me. This is your life now. You will never get to leave here." I said in between rough thrusts.

"Nobody knows where you are. Nobody cares you are gone." Mounika added.

"I come visit ... every few weeks. I will be fucking... you every time. It would be best ...for you if you just accepted and... took it like a good girl." I grunted as I thrust. I felt my precum leaking into her which was aiding in my movements.

Mounika nodded. "When he is not here, you will stay here and behave. I will give you books you can read. But you will also have sex with me, my sister, and my adopted daughter. You will do whatever we want and make sure we are happy."

"No, no, please. Really, I won't say anything!" Clara continued to bargain. I wasn't letting up on my pummelling of her young slit.

*SMACK*

Mounika landed a slap across Clara's face. Her right cheek immediately began to redden and tears burst forth.

"Stop! He already explained that you won't be leaving." Mounika reprimanded.

Clara sobbed silently as she looked up at me. I leaned in to kiss the cheek that Mounika had just slapped. This time she didn't resist but winced from the tenderness.

I didn't try to kiss her on the mouth. I knew that right now it would just upset her again. I slowed my thrusting and then instead I kissed her cheek again. Still sensing no resistance, I continued with kisses down the side of her neck. I proceeded further, over the top of her right breast. She squirmed in protest.

But when I gently brought her nipple into my mouth she stopped. I heard a slight gasp escape her lips. Up until this point, her pussy had maintained a minimal amount of moisture. But as my tongue flicked her hardened nipple, she sighed and her pussy flooded with slick wetness.

"Mmmmm, she apparently likes having her titties sucked." I told Mounika.

"Oh really?"

"Yeah why don't you suck on them while I fuck her. Let's see if we can make this lil thing cum!"

Mounika lowered her head and began kissing on Clara's left breast.

Meanwhile I grabbed Clara's slim hips and slammed forth forcefully. She cried out, and I did it again and again. I knew I wouldn't be able to last very long at this rate.

Mounika pulled the nipple into her mouth and began to aggressively suckle. I felt Clara's pussy pulse in waves. Her eyes rolled back as her body was experiencing a level of pleasure she couldn't imagine.

"Oh that's it baby, keep sucking her. At least one of us is about to explode!" I urged.

Mounika repositioned herself so she could better lean across to give Clara's right tit attention.

Clara let out unintended gasp of pleasure. Her eyelids fluttered, her mouth gaped, and her breath was short and labored. The pulsing in her pussy was becoming stronger, clenching in waves up my shaft.

When Mounika had moved she had unexpectedly placed her own left tit to where it was pressing against Clara's skin. But her right tit was even more precariously placed mere inches from Clara's face. Mounika jerked as she suddenly felt Clara's warm wet mouth on her own nipple. Clara hadn't meant to do it. Mounika had shifted just slightly in one of my agressive thrusts and it had forced her against Clara's mouth.

"Oooh yeah!!!! Okay, I am down for this. Suck on it and suck hard." Mounika urged.

Clara, weak to resist did as she was told. But after a few sucks her eyes grew wide. As Mounika had given birth a few months ago, even her tiny little barely-A tits produced milk. Now Clara was tasting the sweet lactation.

Mounika moaned loudly at the feeling of Clara's sucking. I had breastfed off Mounika before and knew how sugary sweet her milk was. I also knew that once one nipple started flowing, the other would start lactating within minutes. Sure enough, soon I saw a drip, drip, dribble of Mounika's milk start flowing uncontrolled over Clara's skin.

This was too much. I felt Clara's pussy clamp on my throbbing cock. She unlatched herself from Mounika's tit and threw her head back. Her fingers wrapped around her restraints and she moaned loudly. I felt my cock drowning in her juices and wave after wave of contractions shook her vagina.

I answered in kind. As she was clenching on my cock my cum shot forth at full force only to find it's exit pinched off by the extreme tightness of her convulsing pussy. But as the contraction subsided, the cum found it's exit with extreme force. It hit her deep inside. I slammed as hard against her little slit as I could, emptying an enormous load into her.

I slowed my movements and gently pushed Mounika back. I bent down and gently licked up some of the spilled milk. I then pressed my mouth to Clara's. She didn't resist but instead submitted to my affection.

As I kissed her, Mounika bravely unfastened her ankle restraints. Clara didn't see it as an opportunity to fight back. Mounika waited a moment and then unfastened the cuffs. I saw that both of Clara's wrists were chaffed and bloodied from straining against the abrasive metal.

Clara didn't swing at me. She didn't push me away. Instead I felt her nervously wrap her arms around and I felt her hands on my back. She moaned as she arched her little back. I pushed hard against her shoving my cum deeper into her.

I knew that she wasn't doing this willingly. But it appeared I had at least fucked her into submission.

I pulled out my cock slowly and watched as my cum spilled from her tight little hole. It ran down. her ass and spilled onto the sheets.

I lay down beside her, kissing her her cheek. I noticed the redness from Mounika's slap had dissipated.

Meanwhile, Mounika crawled down and took my spent cock in her mouth. She sucked on it gently, but I had fully exerted my energy in fucking Clara. I wouldn't be getting hard again for a bit.

Clara watched silently as Mounika sucked. She then looked back towards me. Her eyes were still moist, and she wiped away a tear that trickled down her cheek.

I leaned in for a kiss. I parted her lips with my tongue and she didn't resist. We kissed and for a fleeting second I felt her tongue seek mine.

But then she tensed. She broke away from the kiss and her hands swung towards her crotch.

I realized that Mounika had taken the moment to bury her tongue into Clara's cum-filled pussy.

Clara tried to push Mounika's head away, but it was to no avail.

"No, nooooo please!" she uttered breathlessly. Her back arched repeatedly as her body's movements belied her words.

Mounika's tongue was deep. Clara closed her eyes and pressed her lips together.

I watched as Mounika's hands slid under Clara and squeezed her cute butt. Mounika ran her extended tongue between the flabbiness of Clara's inner labia. Mounika then flicked her tongue against the swollen clit before shoving it deep inside.

Clara had quickly gave up on resisting and now clung to Mounika's hair. She ground her crotch against Mounika's face.

Her eyes flew open and she looked right me as a long moaning sigh fell from her lips. Her hips shook and she gasped. I realized she had orgasmed again.

Mounika yanked herself away, also gasping. Her face was drenched in wetness.

She crawled up and lay next to us.

"Daddy, her pussy tastes really good." Mounika said excitedly.

"I am glad you like it. But don't fall too hard for her. She is our slave."

"I know, I am actually a little frustrated that we weren't rougher with her." Mounika lamented.

Clara spoke quietly, "So you really are seriously never going to let me go?"

"No, you will be here for the rest of your life." Mounika stated before sinisterly adding "... and if you become of no use for me, that life will end."

Clara's face turned to a look of shock and fear.

I quickly kissed her. "Don't worry. You did good today and are okay for now."

I slipped my fingers against her pussy and gently rubbed. "How old are you by the way?"

She squirmed and shyly answered "Twenty six."

"Well your pussy is super tight. It feels much more like a young teen's pussy. Which I think is fantastic..."

She faintly smiled at the compliment, but looked a bit confused. She was probably wondering how I might know what that felt like.

Clara seemed to be a sweet girl and I could have rescued her from the situation. I could have found another place for her to live a somewhat normal life. I had done that before with Alejandra and her family as well as Vivian. In those cases, I had never forced them to do anything, and the girls had fallen for me. I was a perfect gentleman to them and they felt an unwavering love for me.

Plus, I knew Mounika wouldn't let this one go. She had let me have my way too many times in the past. She was easily intoxicated with power and control over other girls. Future sessions would become more rough and violent.

Besides, I would be kidding myself if I tried to say I hadn't enjoyed raping Clara's unwilling pussy.

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