Maxwell went to the kitchen cupboard, and it was full of groceries. He opened the fridge, and there was meat, eggs, milk, and everything she could possibly need.
"There's plenty of food in the cupboards, and in the fridge. I don't understand your complaint."
"It was your wife, wasn't it? She had the staff who were serving me taken away."
"Anna is very wise. You have to understand that you're not here to be served, but to serve me." Max preferred not to say that he was aware that she had sex with his cousin. "You must cook your own food until I arrange for the return of the staff, not for you, but for me. I don't want to kiss someone who smells of food. Now let's go. I want to test some trinkets on you to see if I like them and decide if I'll keep wearing them."
Camille looked at him curiously and, with a debauched tone, stood up, as if this was about to end. She was really trusting that Max's cousin would free her at some point.
Camille was startled when she entered the room and saw that there were some men there. All strong and tall, as if they were from the same tribe as Maxwell, but without the same physical features.
They hung a rope from the ceiling and other men prepared a chair with ropes and handcuffs on the back and arms. His confidence went through the roof. What was Max up to with all this? There was still no way she could ask his cousin for help.
It was with relief that she saw the men leave the room and she was alone with Max. He undressed, and she could see his hard penis, and was impressed by the virility of the men in that family. He'd fucked her all morning, and part of the afternoon, and still came back wanting more?
"Sit in the chair." He ordered, with a three-pronged whip in his hand.
Camille rolled her eyes and obeyed. He whipped her legs.
"Naked, you dummy!" Maxwell shouted angrily.
Camille stood up furiously, but resignedly, and hurriedly removed her clothes and sat down again. She understood that he wanted her to be his submissive. She understood because she saw it in the movies that were shown endlessly on television. Max approached her and stared at her thoughtfully.
"On second thought... Stand up."
She promptly obeyed.
Max lifted her arms and hooked her wrists into the rope that the men had placed on the ceiling. Then he moved the chair to the corner.
"We'll leave it for you to use tomorrow." He said, referring to the chair, and approaching Camille, he blew on her breasts, without touching them. Their nipples immediately hardened.
Max smiled with satisfaction and played with the nipples with his fingers, just as Ryan had done before. Then he walked over to the bed and picked up the breast clamps. He put one on each breast. Camille couldn't resist the pain, without screaming, as she had decided she would.
Max became increasingly aroused by her pain. He knew how hard those clamps were. Then he took his whip and beat her breasts with it until he saw her tears streaming down her face and her eyes full of pain.
He removed the restraints from her wrists and made her get on all fours. He penetrated her from behind, hard, but this time she didn't scream. Max was annoyed that she didn't feel the pain that gave him pleasure, because his cousin had already been there earlier, and he whipped her violently on the ass again and again. He whipped her violently, without stopping. And when he felt that he was going to orgasm, he made her turn towards him, and poured all the spurt into her face.
"Put your hand over it, and lick it all off!"
She did as he commanded and stared at his penis, still hard, with a sense of dread. It had been too much for that day.
Max looked at her and saw the tiredness in her eyes. Luckily for her, he was exhausted too. After she had licked up every last drop of his cum, he went to the bathroom and showered. Then he came back to her, who was still sitting on the bed.
"It's warm in here, and you're alone in this house. You don't need to wear clothes. That's... I'll let you decide. I won't punish you if you want to wear them, even though there's no point in putting them on. Your only use doesn't require equipment like clothes." Max said, and left.
Camille was developing a very intense hatred for him, and he couldn't see it. He treated her like toilet paper, and that was about to end. And it would be his own cousin who would give her the life she deserved. He would protect her. Apparently, Max didn't know about his cousin's visit. And she would keep this secret. When Max found out, it would be too late. While she was still thinking, men entered the room, stopped sending lustful glances at her, who was still naked, and started talking to each other.
When Camille decided to complain about their boldness, they approached her.
"The boss told you to take another room."
"What's wrong with this one?"
The man laughed, as he looked at her naked body, and a bulge appeared under her pants.
"It's for your own safety."
Camille understood. Maxwell had left instruments that she could use to hurt herself. She got up and went into the next room.
...
After the movie, Anna, Adam and Ian went back to the mansion. Anna felt at home. That she was at home. And that wasn't good. She couldn't feel at home there like that. Her house, her home, was next to Maxwell and their children.
"I'm going to put Ian to bed... Can you wait for me in the dining room?"
"Sure." Anna agreed, watching Adam take a drowsy Ian in his arms and climb up the stairs. She made them both an orange juice with vodka and sat down in the dining room. The image of Adam carrying his son was something... Too moving for her not to feel that it should have been like that from the start. It wasn't long before Adam joined her.
"Hmm... That's good." He complimented, as he sipped his drink.
"I know it has a name, but I can't remember."
"It doesn't matter." Adam said and looked thoughtful, before continuing. "Anna... Tayme talked to me for a while..."
"I know that."
"Why don't you bring her to live with us? That way, Ian will have another reason to stay."
"Do you think she'd be happy here?"
"I think she'll be happy here."