After unleashing another passionate release deep inside Lena, Yasin—thoroughly satisfied—lifted her unconscious body from the railing and carried her back to the bedroom. There, he fastened her to the bedpost like a bitch in heat, securing her wrists and ankles with cuffs before sprawling onto the bed beside her.
His fingers idly traced the plump curves of her ass, dipping into her slick, swollen folds as he drifted into a deep, contented sleep.
This isn't the apocalypse—it's paradise.
Yasin loved this feeling.
Unrestrained. Lawless. A world where power dictated everything.
With enough food and enough strength, any woman could be reduced to a whimpering bitch beneath him.
This was a world that devoured the weak, where danger lurked everywhere.
But hadn't his old life been the same?
They called it freedom, but under the crushing weight of survival, the cold, selfish greed of society—hadn't he been a slave then too?
Had he ever truly lived for himself?
Had he ever known what it meant to be free?
The so-called golden age had only ever belonged to those in power. For people like him—expendable, disposable—life had been worse than death.
Pathetic.
Degrading.
Suffocating.
Lost.
He had lived without purpose, without hope.
But now?
Now, he answered to no one.
No more bowing to unfair rules. No more groveling for scraps. No more swallowing humiliation just to survive.
Now, he could live without fear, without restraint—for himself, by his own rules.
Anyone who dared cross him would end up like Jack Coleman—limbs hacked off, thrown to the zombies.
And any woman he desired?
No need for games. In this world, survival was the ultimate currency. Starvation and fear made them pliant, eager to please.
The apocalypse was hell for the weak.
But for the strong?
It was heaven.
I will be the king of this ruined world.
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The first light of dawn spilled through the curtains, painting Lena Whitmore's glistening folds in golden warmth. The heat roused her from sleep, her hips shifting instinctively.
Yasin awoke slowly, his gaze immediately drawn to the delicate pink flesh illuminated by the morning sun. His cock hardened instantly, jutting proudly as he reached down to tease her.
His fingers traced her slit, feeling the way her walls fluttered around nothing, already so responsive even in sleep. He pushed a finger inside, curling it just enough to make her gasp awake.
For a fleeting moment, Lena's eyes were hazy—perhaps dreaming of Hollywood, of adoring fans, of the power she once held.
But reality crashed back the instant she saw Yasin.
The flicker of fear and resignation in her eyes sent a thrill through him.
Good.
SMACK!
His palm cracked against her ass, leaving a red handprint on her flawless skin. He stretched lazily, then unlocked her cuffs.
Lena understood immediately.
Without protest, she rolled onto her knees, her plump ass raised as she leaned forward, her soft lips parting to take his throbbing length into her mouth.
The wet heat of her submission made Yasin groan.
"Good girl."
He pulled a loaf of bread and a bottle of water from the Dimensional Cube, tossing them beside her.
"Reward for my obedient bitch," he murmured, spreading his legs. "Now, use that pretty tongue. Lick my balls."
Lena's breath hitched, but she obeyed.
Her tongue flicked out, tracing the sensitive skin beneath his sac, her lips sealing around his taint as she sucked gently.
Yasin shuddered.
Tears welled in Lena's eyes.
"Fuck—!"
Lena's movements grew bolder, her tongue working in slow, deliberate circles as her hand stroked his shaft in tandem.
Yasin's grip tightened in her hair.
"Such a perfect bitch," he growled. "I might just keep you forever."
With a rough yank, he flipped her onto her back, hiking her legs over his shoulders. Her pussy glistened, already dripping, her swollen lips begging for him.
He lined himself up, the broad head of his cock pressing against her entrance.
"Tell me, Lena," he purred, grinding against her without entering. "Do you want your master's cock?"
"Ahhh!! Master!! Your cock is so incredible!! Please fuck me hard!! Make my little pussy scream for you! Ravage your slut with your huge cock!"
As Yasin's burning shaft plunged deep into her wet cunt, Lena quickly lost herself in ecstasy, her body melting into pure lust.
After last night's humiliating ordeal, she seemed to have fully accepted her fate as Yasin's bitch. The repeated, shameful orgasms had broken her, turning her into nothing more than his obedient sex slave.
Every thrust of Yasin's cock sent waves of pleasure through Lena, making her moan and writhe like a wanton whore.
"Master!~~ Your slut's pussy is so itchy!~~ So empty!~~ I need your big cock to pound me hard!~~ Ughhh~~ Please shove it deep inside me~~ Ahh!~~ Ram your thick head into my womb!!~~ Fill me with your hot cum, Master!!~~ Ahhh!!~~"
After unloading another thick load inside her, Yasin felt refreshed, his mind clearer than ever.
Just imagining waking up every morning to Lena Whitmore—a world-famous Hollywood star—sucking him off, then bending her over whenever he pleased to hear her scream in pleasure, filled him with fierce determination.
In his past life, only the most powerful elites in the world could have enjoyed such luxury.
"Bitch, come here. Clean my cock with your mouth, then dress me." Yasin commanded in a domineering tone.
Lena, who had been gulping down water from a bottle, flinched at his order. Biting her lip in frustration, she stood and walked toward him.
"Crawl! From now on, you only move like a dog in my presence!"
Yasin slapped her tits hard, making her yelp in pain.
"Kneel, crawl back, then crawl to me and suck my dick!"
Tears of humiliation welled in her eyes as Lena obeyed, dropping to her knees and crawling back to her spot before turning around. Swaying her seductive hips, she slowly made her way to Yasin, taking his limp cock into her mouth. She whimpered pathetically as she licked away every drop of cum and her own juices.
Once clean, she crawled to the wardrobe, fetched a tracksuit, and returned to Yasin, gently helping him dress.
"My dear Master… are you satisfied with my service today? Could you… please remove this collar? It's so uncomfortable…"
Once he was dressed, Lena pressed herself against his back, whispering seductively in his ear, her voice dripping with fake sweetness.
Yasin smirked coldly.
He wasn't fooled.
Lena was playing the victim, acting obedient—but he knew better.
A woman who clawed her way to the top of Hollywood's cutthroat world was no simpleton.
He was certain the plan to kill him earlier had been her idea.
Because only a woman could be so ruthlessly cunning.
Jack had been right—a woman who could betray her husband so easily, shamelessly fucking another man right in front of him just to survive, was either utterly selfish or dangerously manipulative.
Lena was both.
A master of deception.
She felt no real loyalty, no love—only self-interest.
Right now, she was submitting because she had no choice. But if Yasin ever gave her an inch of freedom, she'd use her intelligence and charm to twist him around her finger.
Yasin wasn't arrogant enough to think he could outsmart her in a battle of wits.
So instead, he'd break her like a wild dog.
Back in his village, he'd seen how vicious hounds were tamed—beaten into submission until they obeyed without question.
Humans could be trained the same way.
No matter how clever she was, if he never gave her freedom, never listened to her pleas, never treated her as an equal—what could she do?
Yasin would mold Lena Whitmore into his perfect, loyal bitch.
"Master, please! If you release me, I'll be your most devoted slut! I'll serve you in every way possible!"
Lena continued whispering, her big, watery eyes begging as her hands stroked his body, trying to lull him into lowering his guard.
"So if I don't release you, you won't serve me properly?" Yasin suddenly stood, pulling out handcuffs and roughly shackling Lena's wrists and ankles to the bed.
Then, he grabbed a leather belt.
"A bitch dares to bargain with me?"
CRACK!
The belt lashed across Lena's plump ass, leaving a bright red welt.
"Ahhh!!~~ Master!~~ Mercy!~~ I was wrong!~~ I won't ask again!~~"
CRACK!
"I've been too lenient. From now on, every mistake—every word, every action that displeases me—will be punished."
Yasin raised the belt again.
"I'll give you time to think. Figure out how a proper slave should behave."
Another brutal strike.
"No food. No water. When I return, your obedience decides your reward. Remember—you're a dog. Act like one."
"Yes, Master!~~ Wuwuwu~~ I understand!~~ I'll be a good bitch!~~ Never again!~~" Lena sobbed, trembling like a scared animal, her ass raised submissively.
She truly looked like a broken bitch now.
"Don't disappoint me." Yasin pressed his foot on her head, then poured the rest of her water onto the wooden floor.
He tore open a bread packet, dropped it into the puddle, then pissed on it.
"This is your punishment. I'm leaving. This is all you get."
With that, he strode out, leaving Lena shivering on the floor.
The relentless humiliation, the forced pleasure, the psychological torment—it was driving her insane.
Fear. Despair.
Her mind teetered on the edge of collapse.
Staring at the urine-soaked bread, Lena's eyes hardened.
She had to escape this monster.
But with her wrists and ankles bound, how?
She frowned, deep in thought…