He awoke with just the earliest hint of dawn creeping through the window. The quiet movement of the sun's early red-hued rays caught the dry cum on Kitty's pretty face. Her chest rising and falling gently as he enjoyed the view of her perky handful sized breasts. Princess, his rust-colored, pit stirred on his right ready to start the day.
Pulling Kitty tight, he whispered in her ear, "Time to wake up Kitty..."
Her eyes fluttered open and then the realization of her situation slammed into her. She squirmed and thrashed in his firm toned arms.
"Kitty, be good, you're mine now."
"Haven't you already gotten what you wanted? All the other men lose interest once they've finished using me."
Slapping her hard, "We only have two rules Kitty ... which did you forget?"
"Calling you Sir doesn't mean I respect you!"
"Respect is to be earned, for now, you'll call me Sir." Sir's voice remaining cool and soft.
As her struggling subsided he reached for the bedpost grabbing hold of a black leather collar and leash of black rope. When she saw what he was grabbing her eyes went wide. Her renewed struggles proving futile as he pinned her body beneath his, straddling her hips and holding her still bound wrists in his left hand. Sir fastened the collar without too much trouble.
He pulled a warm robe over his shoulders. Pulling Kitty behind him still naked and exposed they climbed the narrow stairs onto the rooftop. It was covered with a glass dome structure and the air was warm and full of mist from the hot flowing bath. The sound of the flowing water over tile, metal, and glass a soothing respite that often brought him calm.
It was a marvel of mechanical engineering that the city's water system functioned mostly as it had before the virus. It was fed via the aqueducts from the upstate watersheds. The natural flow powered by elevation and gravity. Even with the violent order that had taken hold of the city, those that had continued keeping the city's distribution system running were revered and stood out as the one universal authority in the city.
The rest of the city was carved up, block by block often building by building. Such control shifted rapidly. He'd been successful by not reaching too far for power. Building his clan on inciting loyalty and
the strength of their unity.
Inside the air was thick and warm. It loosened the last remnants of sleep from his head. Sir hung his robe on a hook to the left of the door. He led Kitty to a basin next to a drain. Ladling the warm water over her, he began scrubbing her body. Her skin covered in soapy froth. He washed away the crustiness that clung to her skin.
The memory of being taken after satisfying the needs of men just to survive would not wash away so easily. She was quiet and observant. Her bright eyes scanning the enclosure. It was the shape of a haphazard dome. Glass from various sources and different colors had been used, held together at the seams primarily with concrete or rubber molding compound.
He rinsed her body, taking his time to fondle her perky breasts, slide his hand between the cheeks of her firm round ass and between the soft folds of her lips. She squirmed in his hands both from pleasure and attempting to escape.
He knew when she became aware of the others by the pink hue rising in her fair-skinned cheeks.
At the other end of what used to be a roof was a pool about twenty feet long and ten feet wide. Water vapors rose off the surface and curled around the bodies of two people stretched out with their torsos peeking above the surface.
Her green eyes swept quickly taking them both in. Then they moved slower and he could tell she was absorbing the details. To have survived independently for as long as she had she must have been adept at reading hierarchy, relationships, and people. Her expression remained soft, friendly, and eager.
This too he knew must be well-practiced. She studied the minutiae of their company and he observed her reactions. Sir led her into the bath. The hot water edging over his ankles, calves, and thighs as they waded in.
Starting at his right he indicated with an open hand, "Bubbles, this is Kitty. She's one of us now. Though we're still breaking her in, aren't we?"
He turned from the tall, slender blonde and slid a finger over the bruises and marks left on the soft fair skin of her neck, breasts, thighs, and backside.
Bubbles stood and waded slowly through the water as droplets beaded and dripped down her soft subtle curves. Despite the gentleness with which she moved through the water, there was an exuberance and inquisitiveness that radiated from her as she began inspecting Kitty.
"Sir, she looks so tasty and strong-willed. Will you let us play with her?"
"Have you been a good girl, Bubbles?" He said suggestively.
"Sirrrrr ...." Bubbles replied before looking at him and running her tongue slowly and seductively along her red full lips.
"Pleeeeasseee? You're so mean, Sir! You always keep all the new toys to yourself."
Bubbles moved her face as close as she could without touching Kitty, her tongue outstretched with nearly imperceptible distance to Kitty's neck. For her part, Kitty remained rigid, focus wide as she attempted to take in everything.
As Bubbles circled, she added, "We were all once where you are Kitty, taken in against our will, worn down and brought to surrender. Before Sir took me in, I was like you constantly on alert, never safe doing anything I could to survive. In surrender, I found a new freedom and strength in our clan. Now, we're free to leave at any time but I choose to stay."
The man across from her nodded and Sir felt a surge of warmth inside. The love they shared in this group of perverse misfits surviving in a chaotic and dangerous world.
Outstretching his hand towards the tall, dark-haired man with a seemingly chiseled body, "Rex." His lips curled in a darkly mischievous way, while his cock showed signs of stirring.
"Take care of her, feed her, show her around, and make her comfortable. I have some other matters to attend to. You'll have her ready for me this afternoon and all of you will be present."
***
Ally's green eyes followed him feeling the weight of his presence leaving the baths. His strides were confident, movements quietly calm but strong. That tall, lean body didn't ripple with bodybuilder muscles but there was a clear strength and the bands and patches of thick scars demonstrated a very real dangerousness. With him gone the room suddenly felt empty.
There was no sense of relief in the others without him there. They did not relax as she'd expected and witnessed in all the other power structures she'd navigated. The two before her felt safe in his presence, they respected him. While there was an underlying fear there was also a loving trust in how they felt about him.
This all became clearer as she sank into the warm water and they talked about how they'd come to be here. They'd been on their own, they'd suffered and struggled as the government and civilization they'd known had crumbled away as the virus decimated the world. Parents lost mortally or mentally; they had been forced to survive on their own.
