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I've come for what is mine [ZOMBiiE x Nurse]

"I'm only doing any of this because I love you so much. I can't ever let you get away again." he told her as he stood up and continued to walk inside and chain her back up against the wall. "You were lucky that I let you go this time, but next time you might not be so lucky." he told her as he sat down on the mattress beside her.
 
She shook her head as she climbed back up onto the mattress warily. She rolled over into the fetal position again, curling herself up into as tight a ball as she could manage. "I'll never understand you," she murmured, mostly to herself. She closed her eyes in an attempt to sleep, but she felt so ill at ease with him there next to her that she thought she would never be able to sleep.
 
It wasn't long after Dylan had fallen sat down beside Lucy that he slumped down on the mattress. His body was tired from such a long day looking for his love, and he could finally rest easily knowing he had her in his grasp. The man had an odd dream about Lucy, they were together in his home but instead of letting her walk around the house freely he still had her chained up in a little room in the back of the house not much larger then a closet. It kind of irked him that he would dream such a thing for his Lucy, but then again look at what he was doing now. But he knew deep in his mind he was only doing it because he loved her, no matter how strange it sounded. He just couldn't bare to lose the love of his life again. Even if it meant she would be his prisoner, his slave, he would have her forever.
 
Lucy slept fitfully throughout the night. She could barely sleep at all and kept waking up every twenty minutes or so. When the hot desert light finally poured in through the window in the morning, Lucy had gotten maybe four hours of actual sleep. Her eyes fluttered open and she groaned groggily, her head pounding. Her stomach growled and she rolled over onto her stomach, realizing that she was still naked. She sat up and began to move towards the edge of the mattress but found that she was chained and could barely reach the edge of it.
 
As a faint commotion awoke the man he groaned and moaned for several seconds before even opening his eyes. But once he did so, he half regretted it as the sunlight poured in and his eyes tried desperately to adjust to the bright light shining in. "Ugh." he groaned as he sat up on the mattress and looked around himself. "What are you doing?" he asked as he pulled himself up to his feet and walked across the room to poke around at the fire with a poker that was laying next to the fireplace. The fire had nearly completely gone out and all that was left were a few pieces of hot charcoal which still had a vague red aura around them.
 
She frowned at Dylan when he asked her what she was doing. "What does it look like I'm doing?" she growled at him, trying to stretch her limbs out but wincing visibly when she tried to move her bruised legs and swing her hips. "I'm trying to move. It hurts though," she admitted softly, allowing her body to collapse back down onto the mattress. She heaved a sigh and covered her eyes with her hands. "I'm hungry," she murmured as her stomach growled again. She wondered if Dylan knew how to cook or if he was going to try to make her cook in this abandoned house.
 
"I'm sorry that I hurt you." he admitted as he looked up and down her bruised body, she did look like she was in a severely weakened state right now. The growling coming from her stomach reminded him that his own was empty and that he had not had a meal since yesterday's breakfast. "There's plenty of wildlife around here." he told her. "I'll go hunt us a fresh rabbit or two so that we can eat" he paused for a second to think before speaking again. "Just lay down and get some rest, you'll need all your energy if you want to earn your meal. And even then you're going to have to cook our lunch." he informed her, hoping that she had not forgotten how to cook and be a proper lady while she was whoring herself out to these men.

Within minutes Dylan was standing outside by his horse with the rifle in hand. He knew he should tend to his horse before heading out behind the house to hunt for their meal. He looked over the house once more, inside he could see the room where they had been and the corner where the girl was chained up, although he couldn't actually see the girl herself. He thought for a moment before heading out back towards where he had seen a family of rabbits eating some grass a few days before, they couldn't be too far and there must be more of them he thought as he nestled down between some bushes and quietly waited for the furry little creatures to come by.
 
Once Dylan had left the house she heaved a big sigh. She flopped back down onto the mattress and drew her legs up close to her. It was broiling hot inside now, what a contrast to how cold it had been the night before. Dylan had said he was sorry that he had hurt her, but she wasn't sure if she believed him. If he was sorry then he would unchain her and let her get dressed. He would listen to her instead of smacking her every time she tried to be honest with him. And now she was going to have to earn her lunch. She could only imagine what it was he was going to force her into.
 
It wasn't long before a little brown rabbit came hopping around the corner of the house accompanied closely behind by a fairly smaller rabbit. Dylan immediately took aim and followed the rabbit as it moved across the lawn towards what could possibly it's next meal. The rabbit stopped for a second and looked around, all around the yard but it wasn't able to see anything so it stood still. Less then a second later a loud bang filled the air and a bullet was sent out towards the defenseless little animal, the bullet made contact and the rabbit fell dead in it's tracks. The other instinctively hopped off away from the scene of the killing and left his buddy behind to become Dylan's next meal. The man stood up slowly and moved over to collect his lunch, it was a fairly big rabbit with quite a bit of meat on it's bones. Well, it only took him a few minutes and he'd already caught himself some lunch.

It wasn't long before he was making his way back into the house, he'd expected to be outside for at least an hour before even seeing any animals at all. But today he was just lucky, and so he kicked open the door with his foot and leaned his rifle up against the wall. "Hunny, I brought you something." he called out as he made his way towards Lucy who of course was still chained up. "Now, are you ready to earn your meal?" he asked her after seeing her, just to make sure she hadn't escaped while he was off. He walked outside of the house just beside the porch and continued to peel the skin off of the dead animal, then he hung it upside down, cutting it to let the blood drain out while he went inside to help Lucy earn her meal.
 
Lucy sat up when she heard Dylan come in. She frowned at the bloody rabbit but accepted it. Rabbit wasn't an uncommon food out in the west, nor was it uncommon back on the east coast. She pulled on her leg a little bit, rattling the chain attached to the wall. She heaved another big sigh and waited for him to come back in. She could only imagine the filthy things that he was going to want her to do to him (or to herself) to earn her food. Once he was back inside and approaching her she wrapped her arms around her legs, in an attempt to hide her naked body from him now that it was bright and he could actually see all of her clearly. "What do you want me to do?" she asked resignedly.
 
Dylan could see that Lucy still didn't like showing off her body to him. "If you want to eat, all you have to do is lay down and pleasure yourself." he laughed as he pulled the only chair over towards the mattress and sat infront of her impatiently awaiting her response. He knew she would eventually grow tired of covering herself up, or she would starve.
 
She stared at him for a couple of moments after he'd given her his terms. She had to pleasure herself? What kind of sick twisted command was that? He didn't even want her to touch him. She had to touch herself. And she'd be touching herself for him because he was the one that told her to do it! "Are you serious?" she asked him incredulously, squirming a little bit. She'd touched herself during the time that she'd been alone out here, of course, but she'd never dreamt of doing it in front of someone.
 
"Well, I guess you could pleasure me if you'd rather that." he bargained with her, offering her two possible solutions, well three if you counted starving to death. "Once one of us cums you can go into the kitchen and make us something to eat." he promised as he reached into his pants, pulling out his own penis and holding it in his hand infront of her. "Well, which will it be?" he asked.
 
Practically, it would be quicker for her to get him off than it would be to get herself off. Females are known to take longer to orgasm anyway, and it's especially so when she has to do all of the touching herself. Much as she didn't want to pleasure him or touch him, she was desperately hungry after having not eaten for a day and a half. She slowly sat up and crawled towards him, reaching out to stroke his cock timidly. She really didn't like touching him all that much, but that probably had something to do with the fact that she'd always hated him, so making him feel good did nothing for her.
 
"Come on Lucy, don't be shy." he teased her as he pulled the chair close towards the mattress so that she would be able to get a better grip. "And don't be afraid to put it in your mouth." he told her as his hands reached out and rubbed her cheeks, pulling her head up so that she would look into his eyes as she stroked him. "Maybe you're not a useless dog after all." he laughed as he let go of her face and slouched down a bit in the chair to get more comfortable.
 
She was about to refuse to take it into her mouth. She was going to just do the bare bones of what she had to do and not focus on any real pleasure that she was going to give in, but then he said something that changed her mind. Maybe she wasn't a useless dog after all. Her eyes widened a little and she stared into his eyes for a moment. He'd been preaching all along that he loved her but hadn't really shown that. Maybe he really did. She kept stroking his base and timidly leaned forward and pressed her lips to the head of his manhood.
 
"Mmm, there's my little Lucy." he let out with a soft little moan as he could feel the girl's lips against his own flesh, his manhood which she had previously struggled so hard to keep at a distance. His hands slowly moved around the girl, taking a place on the top of the girl's head, his right hand guided her along and pulled her hair gently back and forth, almost forcing her to take his manhood inside her little mouth.
 
She resisted him only a little bit when he guided her head up and down. She was trying to not take him too deeply into her mouth but once he took the control there wasn't much she could do about it. She knelt in front of him on top of the mattress while he was in the chair, her body in between his legs. She glanced up at him while she sucked on him, surprised to see how gentle he appeared to be. And now he was calling her his little Lucy...it was almost endearing.
 
As little gasps and moans escaped the man's mouth he looked down at the girl who had once refused to show him any kind of love at all. Finally, he had what he had wanted, what he had been searching for for months. His hand sped up slowly as his moans became more and more vocal and louder. He would soon reach his climax, but instead of letting her finish him off he pulled her head back and his own manhood away from her. "What kind of a husband would I be if I didn't pleasure my wife?" he asked with a laugh as he pushed the girl back down on the mattress.
 
The sounds of Dylan being in such pleasure were sort of weird to Lucy. The way he was moaning and groaning in time with how he was pumping her head up and down was kind of magical, in a way. She felt him start to throb in her mouth and thought that he was going to blow but then all of a sudden he'd pulled her mouth off of him. She looked up at him in surprise and then was laid back against the mattress. She gave him a tentative smile but squirmed away from him, unsure that she really wanted him to pleasure her.
 
It wasn't long until the man brought his own body down on top of the grimy old mattress that was sitting in the corner of the old house. His body was being held by himself just above the girl, his eyes looking over her attentively as he gave her a small smile and then continued to let one of his hands feel around her breasts while his mouth felt around her neck, giving her little kisses all around her delicate little body. If he wanted to keep his Lucy, he would have to pleasure her and keep her happy so that she would not want to leave anymore, but instead beg him to let her stay. She would have to grow dependent of him for every little thing.
 
"This is new," she murmured with a little giggle when he fondled her gently and kissed all around her neck. She squirmed a bit, but wasn't as uncomfortable as she usually was with him. He seemed to have had a complete turn around, and it was amazing. "You're really sweet when you're being gentle," she reached up and gave his cheek a gentle stroke.
 
"Well if you come back, and be my wife it can be like this..." he told her, it might be a lie. Even if she did agree to come back with him, he wasn't sure if he would be able to trust her. Would she just take what is left of his money and run off? How much has she changed while she was out here in the west? Was she now a trained criminal? She could be playing him this whole time, planning to steal what is left of his fortune. Thoughts of her possibly trying to trick him started to fill his head, but he would have to ignore those. This was his little Lucy, the love of his life and the girl he had searched the country for. He might need to keep her under watch when they got home, which would hopefully be soon.

The man's hands rubbed around her bruised body. "I'm sorry Lucy, but you deserved what you got. Don't make me punish you anymore." he told her as his hand made it's way down between her legs and began to rub around, feeling for her clit. He put a fair amount of pressure on it and rubbed back and forth as his lips met with her's and he gave her little kisses.
 
Lucy knew that she wasn't going to be able to get away from Dylan again. Even if she tried to run away, where would she go? She had no more money, she didn't have any clothes (Dylan kept them now), and she didn't know where they were in the middle of the desert. She wouldn't get far and she knew that if he caught her, he would be furious.

"I...I'll try," she murmured to him, her back arching a little bit when he began to rub at her clit. It was still amazing to her that he could give her pleasure when he could give her that much pain too. She returned his kisses gently, trying to get used to kissing him.
 
"Do you like it when I touch your pussy?" he teased her as his finger massaged her sensitive little clit. His eyes lit up as he noticed the smile on the girl's face. Was she starting to like him again? he thought as he reached his head down and gave her a kiss on the lips. Yet another way he would be able to control her, she enjoyed this too much and he could tell. She would be his and only his soon enough.
 
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