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Caught in his Game

The Psycho shook his head at her, he had to admit, she was rather cute when angry "Fuck me? That's the second time you've asked to fuck me, I'm afraid I'll have to decline my dear, that's no way for a lady to talk!" he mocked her right back.

He then laughed loud at her begging "That was pathetic begging, but I like the Master Psycho Man nickname, its pretty good!" He laughed and walked to her ruffling her hair. "Seeing as you begged, I will allow you to eat, but I am afraid, it will not be too pleasant Samantha." He threatened, his voice once again dark and serious, not amused like it was a few seconds ago.

Ignoring her, he left the room and went to his boxes of bondage equipment and he found what he needed quickly. The Psycho returned within a few minutes and wrapped a thick blindfold around her eyes robbing her of sight. He then took hold of the locks of her soft blonde hair and arranged it in a ponytail, he then tied that ponytail to the end of a metal chain. He sat down behind her, pulling her hair down as he knelt behind her forcing her to bend her neck back painfully. His hands found her right foot and he took hold of her big toe and locked the other end of the chain around it tightly pulling it painfully back and up. The metal was very tight and dug into the tender flesh at the stem of her toe. When he let go of her foot and she tried to instinctively relax her toe, it pulled harshly at her scalp, both toe and hair were pulled very tightly together with no comfortable position to get into.

Walking back in front of her, he locked his hand around her neck and squeezed as he reached with his hand to grab the sandwich, he tore it in half and then his hand then slid up to her chin, holding her cheeks tightly crushing her mouth in his hand and he shoved the sandwich in. As soon as half the sandwich was in, he reached down to pinch her nipple through the sheer material of the lacy bra. He then let her chew in peace, just lazily massaging her breasts as she ate. He then shoved the other half in. Once she was done chewing that, he held her chin with one hand and placed the cup on her lip and tilted back letting her drink the cold juice.

With the humiliating feeding done, he released her hair and toe tie, then her feet from the seat, and her hand from the table and he secured it back to the back of her neck. He then he pulled her up to her feet and threw her over his shoulder once again. He carried her the short distance to bed and threw her on it. He quickly straddled her and unhooked her left hand from her neck and hooked it to her waist. He then unhooked her right hand from the side of her waist and hooked it to the back of her left wrist. This way both hands were on top of each other on her front.

Her hands now restrained, he moved to her ankles and locked them together then he pulled a chain from under the bed and hooked it to a ring on her right ankle as an extra level of restraint. This one was not tight, just there to ensure that if by some miracle she got off the bed, she would not get more than a couple feet away from the bed before the chain would stop her. The chain was also locked to her ankle cuff with a padlock.

The Psycho worked in silence as he pulled the gag out and harshly pinched her nipple, using that moment to shove the ball gag in and secure it around her head. He then leaned in and kissed her neck and whispered "Good night pet" He said as he pushed her head to the side and pinned her face down with one hand, in the other hand, he rolled an ear plug between his fingers and then carefully pushed it into her ear, the foam plug instantly expanded and blocked her ability to hear through that ear. He then flipped her head to the other side, pinned her down and put the other plug in. She was now thrust into a world of darkness and silence, unable to move or speak. The plugs were mostly so he could remove his mask and if somehow he said something at night she would not know it was Josh, but it was also another layer of control on her body, she clearly despised losing control, so the more he took away, the better.

With that done, the Psycho got off the bed and left her there. He had to check that the floor was secure, he did not want any of her friends to stumble on this place and save her and ruin everything, so he ensured the two access points to this floor were locked and he even pushed large lockers in front of them, even if someone found the doors, they would not budge. It would just confirm their doubts that this floor was abandoned.

Tired, he walked back to the room and laid down beside her, he gripped her waist to turn her around so she was on her side and he pulled her close in a small spoon. His arm wrapped around her waist tightly and held her close. His raging member was digging into her, but he did not want to use her now. It was strange, the Psycho was not interested in assaulting her, he was interested in hurting her and humiliating her, while Josh was very interested in the prospect of sex with her, but he was feeling horrible guilt and could not bring himself to do it. He also was exhausted, mentally and physically. This day he had fought Ashley and Chris, staged his fake death, chased Sam and restrained her as well as carried her all over the place, he also finished the day with moving those large lockers in front of the doors, he was in no physical state to impress her with his manhood, so she was spared the abuse for the day.
 
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Dammit! She’d intended the nickname 'Master Pyscho man" to be offensive, demeaning even, but instead, he was amused by it. Worse yet, her sarcastic comment about his name made him laugh - she had not been expecting that reaction, and it really pissed her off. The amused, distorted laugh made her blood boil. Sam glared at him. She would need to come up with something to say other than “Fuck you” but she really did mean it. She wanted to fuck him. Wanted to fuck him right in the groin with her foot, fuck him right in the face with her fist.

Sam cringed when he rustled her hair affectionately like a master would a pet. She jerked her head away from him. All of a sudden his tone turned from affectionate to psycho once again when he told her eating wouldn’t be pleasant. Of course it wouldn’t - why should she expect anything to be pleasant with this psychopath?

The Psycho left her alone for a few minutes. Sam sighed. He was really taunting her with that PB&J sandwich that was just out of her reach, but it was almost funny in comparison to the torture she was sure she’d experience in time if she didn't figure a way out of here. She wasn’t that hungry yet… though the warm, goopy jelly and potent smell of peanut butter were doing a good job of tempting her. If she’d done a better job begging, would he feed her with a golden spoon? She thought grumpily. Her feet twitched against the bottom of the chair. Even her feet weren’t allowed to hang freely or reach the floor. He had her knees bent back and her ankles secured to the underside of the chair. She didn’t see a reason for such an unnecessary restraint. He probably just liked having ultimate control.

She kept expecting him to strike her violently or rape her, but he hadn’t yet. But she was sure it was coming. Why else was he keeping her alive? Did he just want someone to torment? Someone to play with? Sam huffed in her seat and leaned her head back, waiting for him to return and feed her the sandwich.

She couldn't believe how she’d found herself in this situation. She should have trusted that bad feeling she’d had before getting on the bus back to the Washington lodge… but once she’d arrived everything had been fine and the view had been peaceful… This was supposed to be a reunion of friends, an opportunity to check up on Josh, to make new memories to replace the horrors of last year. How had everything gone so wrong?

When the Psycho returned he wrapped a blindfold around her eyes again. Sam almost protested but figured it was no use. She did protest when he grabbed the tip of her ponytail and yanked down, however. “Ow! What are you doing?” she groaned. He kept pulling her head back further, uncomfortably stretching her neck. He tied her ponytail to a metal chain. She heard the chinkling of the metal in her ears. Then she heard the floor creak beside her as he knelt down. She felt him put another chain around her big toe. Sam quickly learned the chain around her hair and the chain around her big toe were connected.

“Ouch! Damn!” she cursed as her toe cracked when she leaned forward too much, but when she leaned back too much her hair pulled at her scalp.

What a bizarre way to mildly torture her. This guy was seriously twisted. Ugh, was doing a half-assed job of begging really worth this? It wasn’t horribly painful, but it was uncomfortable. Her scalp and the muscles in her big toe ached. She couldn’t lean one way without harming the other.

“You’re a freak,” she spat out the words.

The Psycho walked back in front of her and grasped her neck, slowly raised his hand up to her chin. He shoved the sandwich in. The sweet jelly was made sour by his touch, especially when he pinched her nipple through the lacy fabric of the bra he’d made her wear.

It would be difficult to eat when he was molesting her like this. His hands squeezed at her tits gently, softly massaging them. Sam chewed slowly, completely on edge, wondering what he was going to do next, where he was going to touch her next. Moments passed, but he simply continued playing with her breasts. She chewed faster, let herself enjoy the flavor of the peanut butter and jelly. When she finished chewing and swallowing the first half, he didn’t have to force her to open her mouth for the second. He fed her the sandwich then resumed kneading her soft, perky tits as she chewed. At least his touch was distracting her from her aching toe and scalp. Sam’s nipples were starting to get hard despite her disgust with the situation. They were poking through the lacy fabric, taunting the Psycho with their presence.

When she finished the sandwich the Psycho gave her some orange juice to wash it down with, then finally released the chain around her big toe and hair. Sam audibly sighed in relief. He unchained her from the chair and hefted her over his shoulder once again, carrying her back to the bedroom.

The Psycho tossed her onto the bed then leaped upon her, straddling her. He secured her hands in front of her this time, one on top of the other. Then he locked her ankles together and secured them to a chain coming up from underneath the bed.

After deeming her secured, the Psycho pinched her nipple and gagged her once again. Sam grunted in protest, but of course, it was useless. She felt him lean in, felt a slimy shiver go down her spine when he kissed her neck and whispered, "Good night pet.” Immediately she tried to scoot away from him, but he pushed her head into the pillow. Sam felt him put earplugs in. Great, now he was dulling her hearing too! She strained her ears, but these earplugs were not cheap. They blocked her hearing almost completely.

Sam shivered in a combination of rage and cold. She felt the Psycho leave the bed. Sam sighed against the ball in her mouth, relieved to be alone. She immediately began to squirm around. She tried to lean far enough forward to yank off her blindfold and earplug, but she couldn’t reach. She was just attempting to roll herself off the bed, see how much room the chain around her feet gave her, but then she felt a presence beside her. The Psycho was back.

He laid down beside her, grabbed her waist, and rolled her over in front of him, forcing her onto her side. He spooned her like a lover, his arm wrapped tightly around her midsection, holding her close. She felt his erection pressing into the crack of her ass through his clothing and felt sick. She tried to shimmy away from him, tried to reach the far end of the bed.

He pulled her back close to him, holding her securely against his body. Her lithe backside was to him, her round, muscular ass, the elegant slope of her back, blonde hair cascading over it. It was uncomfortable to be in this lingerie. She longed to be back in her bedroom in her oversized t-shirts and leggings, settling in for the right in her soft, cozy bed. But here she was instead, trapped with a deranged stranger who seemed to get off on having complete control over her.

Sam stopped trying to squirm away only when she realized that by doing so she was just giving him pleasure by rubbing her ass against him like that. Sam made an angry, frustrated sound against her ball gag. There was no way she could sleep after everything that happened today, or with him holding her like this.

It would be a long and restless night.
 
Josh woke up in basically the same position he was when going to sleep, he was on his side with his arm around Sam. He woke with a startle and essentially jumped off the bed. Josh was panting heavily as he looked at Sam, just wearing very revealing lingerie and covered with so many leather cuffs "oh no no, what is going on?" He looked at his hands and then around, the mask was on the bed "oh, what did I do?" He was hyperventilating and then he put on the mask and his voice changed and so did his demeanor "You're weak and a loser, pathetic, she would never be your girlfriend, allow me to fix that for you..." It looks like the Pyscho was back in charge.

He jumped back on the bed and pulled Sam to lay on her back, he then straddled her chest and his large hand closed around her nose and mouth cutting her air supply completely. His other hand reached behind him and under the hem of her panties and began stimulating her sex. She was still gagged, blinfolded, had ear plugs in her ears and was restrained tightly with little ability to fight back.

After about a minute of not allowing her to breathe, he let go of her mouth and nose and moves his finger away from her sex ensuring she doesn't get anywhere close to an orgasm. He let's her breathe for a few seconds and then clamps down on her mouth and nose again, his other hand moving back to her pussy, this time his finger sneaking and lightly exploring the inside of her folds. About a minute later, he let's go and pulls his finger out. The Pycho was now in his element, expertly administering multi-layered torture on the poor helpless girl.

He then puts one hand on her mouth tightly and then pinches her nose closed with the fingers of the other hand, about 30 seconds in, he loosens his grip on her nose for about two seconds and then pinches it closed again. He waits another 20 seconds and then releases his pinch on her nose for a few seconds watching her chest and general body language to know her limits, he releases the pinch a little longer allowing more air into her lungs before depriving her again. He continued with this game for about 5 minutes, his hand constantly on her mouth and his fingers pinching her nose and occasionally opening her nostrils slightly to allow her to breathe. Finally, he released her mouth and nose and allowed her to catch her breath. His hand clamped on her neck threatening to cut her air again at any second and then he pulled the ear plugs out and discarded them then got up and left her in the room without any explanation or reasoning behind the viscous attack. He just wanted her to hear him work outside while she recovers from the attack.

The Pyshco walked out of the room and he went to get some more bondage equipment, he was preparing for her first training session, it will be more like a torture session from the image building in his mind. He spent about half an hour outside of the room getting the equipment ready, there was hammering and drilling sounds as he was setting up.

When he was done with the set up, he walked back into the room and Josh's voice came up "This is insane, we can't do this to her, the choking session just now was horrible enough" the voice got to Sam's ear, it was the low more reserved tone then it was followed by "Shut the fuck up, this is for her and your own good, and I went easy on her, next time will be real torture." The Psycho's word was final and he remained in control as he released the chain from Sam's ankle and he threw her over his shoulder, he had regained his strength after a good night's rest. His hand moved to smack her bottom while his other arm wrapped around her thighs very tightly to steady her. "Your training starts now Samantha, welcome to despair....." His words trailed off, dark and deep as he carried her out of the room.

The Psycho carried Sam to a corner of the room where he had been working, he set her down on her feet and quickly began to work on her. He had set her down infront of a thick wooden post. He attached a chain extending from the bottom of the post to the front ring on her right ankle and locked the chain tightly, she could not take a step back if she wanted.

With her ankle secured, the Psycho then moved to unlock her hand from her waist and then he pulled her hand behind her and then up, forcing her to bend down by the pressure building in her shoulder joint, he kept pushing till the back of her neck was touching the post. With one hand still holding on to her wrist, he locked the ring at the back of her neck to a ring on front of the post. He then locked the ring on the inside of her wrist to a ring high up on the side of the post, her palm could touch the post. "If you were wondering what were those sounds in the morning, I was installing those rings on the post for you..... I know, you're so welcome slave!" Of course, she never thanked him, but he was mocking her.

He then repeated with her other hand. Now her head was pointing down, her eyes would be looking at her knees if she could see. The back of her neck was attached to the post, her hands were attached to the top of the post forcing her to remain bent over. Her ankles were connected to the bottom of the post too.

The final touch was when he grabbed her hips and pulled her down and back. It was like she was halfway into a squat, a very messed-up squat. With her in that position, he pulled a chain from the ground and locked it to the ring at the right side of her waist and then a similar chain came to lock on the left side of her waist. Both chains were pulled tight and she was forced to stay in place, not that she could go anywhere with her legs bound together. The chains also prevented her from moving her hips from the side to side, which as she would find out soon the ability to move that way would have saved her a lot of pain.

When she was secured completely, she could hear the sound of a match lighting up, he was lighting a candle that was underneath her outstretched ass and pussy. He decided to leave the lacy panties on and let her enjoy the heat for a bit. The candle was quite a bit far from her at this point. "This is just a warm up slave, in a few minutes, you will lose your panties and the candle will move up, and then we'll get cooking!" He taunted with a malicious evil tone, voice distorted by the mask.

He had researched this punishment intensively and knew from other people's experience at what distance should a candle be placed for just some slight heat, which would still be torture due to the position itself being torture. He knew at what height it would be uncomfortable, then painful, then extremely painful and with the potential for harsh serious burns. He was of course not planning to burn her, just discomfort and light pain was on the menu from the candle, however her legs would be receiving a much different and very harsh torture as they're forced in the half squat. She was an athlete and had very strong legs, so he knew she could do that for some time, but it will start to become torture at some point.

After he explained the situation, he sat there to watch her struggle for a minute and then left "Alright, I am gonna get me some breakfast, an omelette sounds nice" he taunted her and then left the area.
 
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Sam was already awake when the Psycho woke up. She hadn’t slept much, just brief forays into sleep before suddenly jerking awake, remembering the horrible reality she was facing and afraid to fall asleep, because that would leave her even more vulnerable to the Psycho. The only times she fell asleep for more than a few moments were a couple times when she heard him breathing deeply for an extended period of time, but even then, that sleep was restless. Sam was on edge all through the night, and she felt like she was being poisoned by his touch. Her body was surely withering away in his grasp as she lost more of her free will.

The Psycho leapt out of bed almost immediately upon waking then started talking to himself. She couldn’t hear what he was saying through her earplugs, but she could tell that there were two distinct voices. One sounded significantly weaker. It sounded like there was a softer side to him that was being overpowered by his psychotic side. If only she could speak, maybe she would be able to get through to his softer side. Sam would remember this.

The Psycho regained control quickly, and as if he had something to prove, he jumped back on the bed and pulled Sam over to lay on her back. He pushed her down with his best, straddling her chest. Sam Unfortunately for Sam, the Psycho wasted no time in overpowering his softer side.

The Psycho flipped her onto her back, then straddled her chest. He put his hand over her nose and mouth, preventing her from breathing. Sam tried not to panic; she could hold her breath for a long time. The trick was to stay calm, know you were going to get oxygen any moment. She didn’t think the Psycho was going to kill her, so she just had to wait.

All of a sudden the Psycho began touching her sex, his hand slipping beneath her tiny panties and rubbing her clit in circles. It was harder to keep calm then. The forced stimulation combined with the lack of oxygen was a scary blast of pleasure at times. Sam’s face contorted in pain as the lack of oxygen won out. She felt light headed, like she was going to lose consciousness at any moment…

All at once, the Psycho released her neck and removed his hand from her panties, resting his palm instead on her lower abdomen. Sam breathed frantically in through her nose, following by long, deep breaths. Just when her head was starting to get back to normal the Psycho cut of her air again. This time he slipped his finger further into her panties, slipping inside her folds. To her horror she was wet from his stimulation, and he was prodding at her entrance, the tips of his fingers penetrating her srex. Sam didn’t know what was worse - the lack of oxygen or him touching her. She gritted her teeth so hard into the gag

After another minute of torture he released her. Again Sam breathed in air greedily, filling her lungs with as much air as possible as she had a feeling was going to do it

Again. He covered her mouth and pinched her nose. He lets her breath for a moment or two, but then prevents her from breathing again. He was playing a sick game, seeing how far he could push her. Sam’s expression contorted in pain, in desperation. After several long, tortuous minutes of breathplay, the Psycho allowed her to breathe for an extended period of time. He grasped her neck. Sam expected him to choke her out at any moment, but it seemed he was finally done with this part of his game, for now, after he yanked her earplugs out and stood from the bed. He left without a word.

Sam lay there, breathing deeply through her nose. The dusty air never smelled sweeter.

He could have killed her at any moment, and she swore he almost had a few times there! Immediately after the first time, she’d almost started crying from his torment, but thankfully each time her face contorted in such a way the Psycho would release her, knowing she was at her limit.

The Psycho was terrifying because he was unpredictable. The first thing he did when he woke her up was jump on her and suffocate her? His insanity was terrifying.

She could hear hammering and drilling from wherever that psychopath had gone. What was he going to do with her? What was he preparing? The anticipation was the worst part. It was hard to know how much time had passed, but not a second went by that Sam wasn’t in a great, cold, fear.

After a period of time unknown to the fearful but determined blonde, the Psycho returned. As he walked into the room he spoke, his almost normal, softer voice reaching her ear. "This is insane, we can't do this to her, the choking session just now was horrible enough."

He was having a conversation with himself. The Psycho answered his weaker side, "Shut the fuck up, this is for her and your own good, and I went easy on her, next time will be real torture." The Psycho released her from the chain tying her to the bed. He schlepped her over his shoulder, smacked her bottom like she belonged to him.

She needed to speak, needed to get the attention of the Psycho’s other side. She screamed into her gag desperately, but it was already too late, the Psycho had completely taken over.

"Your training starts now Samantha, welcome to despair....."

Sam was unable to prevent an audible whimper against her gag upon hearing that, but she got a hold of herself quickly. She didn’t want to give him any satisfaction. If he got off on tormenting her, then she wasn’t going to let him. Sam bit into her gag hard, determined, forcing herself to stop shaking in fear.

When they reached their destination the Psycho chaining her ankles to a post Sam wrestled with him when he unhooked her arms from her waist, but in the end he pulled them back and up behind her. He forced her to lean her forward and down, resting her upper back and the back of her neck on the post, so her head hung down, facing her knees. He locked her neck to the post, following by her arms. Sam squirmed helplessly the Psycho maneuvered her body like a doll.

He made some comment about installing the rings especially for her as he locked her arm in. If looks could kill (and be seen through blindfolds) the Psycho would be 6 feet under from Sam’s hateful expression.

He secured the hooks on her hips to the post too, forcing her into a very uncomfortable position. Sam was completely immobile, chained to the post with her ass and pussy up in the air, completely vulnerable. She was still blindfolded, so when she heard the flick of a match she feared the worst, but when she wasn’t burned and a faint, pine scent filled her nose, she realized he had lit a candle. She felt a faint heat from below as the flame burned. He told her it was just a warm up, that it would get hotter in time. Sam squirmed but there really wasn’t anywhere to squirm too in her restraints.

They stood in silence for a minute or two, the only sounds the burning wick othe candle and Sam’s heavy, concentrated breathing. It wasn’t so bad at first. Sam was stronger than most, but over time she knew it was going to become unbearably painful, a hundred times worse than an extended wall sit.

Only when the Psycho left the room did Sam allow herself to show some weakness. Her breath started to come faster as she tried to think about anything other than the pressure on her thighs. As the minutes passed it started to really ache, and she felt the heat from the candle more intensely, even though it hadn’t moved.

She hated the sounds she was making, soft, painful little whines, but the position and the heat was starting to get unbearable. She was secured enough to the post that she could let her muscles go and let the restraints hold her up, but that would cause her most vulnerable bits to get dangerously close to the flame. With a pained, loud groan into her gag, Sam forced her hips higher and away from the flame. How much longer was he going to keep her like this?! Her eyes had started watering, warm, wet tears sliding out from under her mask. She gritted her teeth into the gag and squeezed her eyes tight to prevent more of them. She could deal with this. She could. It’s just like holding a pose in hot yoga...
 
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The Psycho moved back to where Sam was in complete silence so he could watch her without her knowing he was there, he stalked her like a predator stalks his prey. It was clear she was struggling, he could hear her labored breathing, her whimpering and the soft groans of pain coming from her. Most clear sign was her thighs glistening with sweat, both from the heat and exertion. Her thighs were beautiful, strong, shapely and muscular, he knew she prided herself on being an excellent athlete, a runner, rock climber and an expert at yoga, but this was much harder than any of those, her legs were trembling with the exertion.

He walked towards her, making sure she hears him this time and he ran his hands on her legs, exploring her thighs glistening with the sweat, making them even more pleasing to the touch, he could also feel the trembling in her tight muscles.

The Psycho chuckled as he reached under her blindfold and wiped some of her tears then he whistled "Oh oh, looks like someone's been crying!" He mocked her "I did not realize you would break so quickly, you were acting so tough earlier. How pathetic.... you're so weak Samantha...... so so pathetic....." The Psycho said, taunting her with those insults, knowing full well they were not true, most people in her position would have been slumped letting the restraints support their weight at this point, but she was still holding on with the strength of her own muscles and the stamina of her fit athletic body and the willpower of her strong spirit.

His hand then traced her back and onto her ass, then down between her legs. To make things worse, the Psycho pulled her lacy panties down exposing the extremely sensitive vagina and inner thighs to the heat. He used his hand to stroke the folds of her labia, enjoying the hot soft skin, wet and glistening with a mix of sweat and her juices. Adding insult to injury, he teased her for a few seconds, getting her body to react, then he let go of her.

While this was unfair, he wanted to make it worse and more challenging, so he raised the platform the candle was on using a cinder block, now the candle was so much closer to her body and was starting to really hurt and cause her pain instead of just discomfort. Now she also had no option but to remain up, trying to let the restraints take her and support her weight would make her pussy right on the flame. He was not going to let that happen though, he was going to watch and pull her up if she starts to go down.

With that done, he grabbed another candle, lit it and then watched it drip on her back, a three pronged torture now, the position itself, the candle between her legs and the wax dripping over her back. He then reached under her and pulled her bra off exposing her breasts and then passed the candle under them, letting her nipples feel the heat, but not close enough to burn her.

That was the moment when Josh snapped and seized control, his body dropping the candle from his hand and then kicking the candle under her body "What the fuck?" The Psycho yelled, then Josh's voice responded "This is not what we agreed on, this is too much, you can't do this to her, she's a sweet innocent girl! I'm taking over." Josh's voice was assertive and strong, more than ever before.

While she wasn't in any danger of any actual burns, his fear for her safety triggered Josh into action and he took over, he still loved her, had a crush on her throughout middle and high school which he never acted on. He also had a grudge, she let his sisters die, and did not protect them. As the most mature and responsible one in the group, she should have known better, should have done better, he blamed her for not doing anything and wanted her to pay for it, but this was too much, he would not allow this treatment to continue.

As soon as he was back in control and the candles far from her, he ran to the bathroom, soaked a towel with cold water and then ran back to Sam and placed the towel between her legs cooling her off. He also held on to her hips easing the tension in her legs. He had no idea if this was the right way to help her, but it was all he could think of at that time. "I'm sorry Sam, I'll take care of you" He said, concern in his voice as he started untying her from the position she was in. He still kept her restrained, deep inside he still wanted her, he still wanted to train her to be his slave, he was still committed to that plan, just not the way the Psycho was going about it.

He restrained her hands to her waist again and scooped her in his arms and carryied her to the kitchen, his touch gentle as he held her exhausted body in his hands. He sat her down on the same chair, but did not add any additional restraints to her feet, hands or hair to toe like the previous day. He removed her gag and blindfold and proceeded to make her some food, he made her some scrambled eggs and bacon with some coffee. He did not say a word throughout, not wanting to give more away, he was no where ready to tell her who he was.

Josh sat next to her, mask still on, and proceeded to feed her, bite by bite of the eggs and bacon and then letting her sip the coffee at her own pace. He stroked her hair and caressed her cheeks between bites, being very gentle and caring other than the restraints. "I'm sorry, I can't let you go, but I can't let him treat you like this anymore" He announced in the scary voice distorted by the mask, but his tone was warm. The voice inside him was still egging him on, not to abandon the training and to hurt her more, but he rejected it and remained in control. Midway through feeding Sam, Josh grabbed his head in pain and then stood up and walked away "No, you can't take over, I'll take care of her, I'll train her my way!" It was clear he was struggling with how to proceed and which part of his psyche to take control.

A minute or so later, he came back and he locked his fingers around her nipple and twisted viciously "I'm back Samantha, time to finish what we started!" He announced with a malicious tone to his voice...
 
Sam groaned in annoyance and pain when she felt his hands on her thighs. How long had he been back? Had he seen her start to cry? With a pained moan she lifted her hips up again and away from the flame. The action had her smooth, muscular flesh, glistening with sweat, to slide easily through the psycho’s fingers.

He reached up and rubbed underneath her blindfold, wiping away her tears. He called her weak and pathetic. Sam couldn't help but agree with him. She would not let him see her cry again, no matter how painful it got. She raised her hips higher. She wasn’t breaking. Her pain and fears had just leaked out a little, that’s all. Sam gritted her teeth into the gag and ordered herself not to show such visible weakness to him again.

That vow soon proved hard to keep as the Psycho pulled her panties down, exposing the tender flesh of her vulva and ass hole closer to the flame. He started touching her, fingers brushing gently against her tender lips, brushing against her clit. His touch was a relief as it helped support her body weight away from the flame, but it was horrid in that the relief came at his hand. She hated that he had such complete control over her. Could make her tremble and sweat and feel good even when she didn’t want to. It was a strange combination of fear, terror, pain, and arousal as he touched her, protecting her from the worst of the heat.

Her reprieve didn’t last long. The psycho lifted the candle higher so it was closer to her. Sam’s short shout of pain was muzzled by her gag. She lifted her hips higher; her legs shook uncontrollably from the pressure. If she wavered, her delicate pussy lips would brush against the flame. Sam breathed rapidly, her body in such unbearable pain. She was so afraid she was going to snap at any moment, unable to withstand the pressure on her thighs. It hurt so much. She was moaning loudly into the gag, breathing hard through her nose, trying not to crumble under the pressure.

Worse yet, the psycho lit another candle. A few breathless moments later she felt hot wax drip onto her upper back, dripping down her left shoulder. “MMMMMMM!!!!!” Sam screamed into her gag. Her hips fell an inch, but the intensity of the hot flame had her raising them again just as quickly as they’d fallen. She had to keep herself upright. The wax on her back dripped down languidly, torturously down her tanned, supple flesh. She hated the psycho was getting such pleasure from her pain, her struggle.

The psycho pulled her bra down to expose her breasts, her tender, hardened nipples to the flame of the candle. Sam whimpered in her gag, but didn’t allow herself to cry as the flame danced just under her flesh… just out of reach of her nipples. He teased her with the heat. She could feel it hotly against her erect nipple. Sam felt herself breaking. She felt her legs were going to give out at any moment.

Just when she felt she was going to fall onto the flame from the pain and the pressure, the Psycho dropped the candle. It clattered to the floor. Sam sighed into her gag as at least one intense heat had been removed. It made it easier to hold on to her position and not fall onto the candle beneath her.

The Psycho had another Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde moment, argued with himself over the severity of the torment. In the end his more sensitive side won out and he removed the candles from her. Sam groaned in relief and let her thighs fall, let the chains support her weight instead. It was such a relief.

A few seconds later a cool towel was placed between her legs. Now he was tending to her after the torment he’d given her?! He grabbed her hips and she squirmed, trying to dislodge him. “ "I'm sorry Sam, I'll take care of you,” he said gently. His voice was softer, but it was still distorted by his mask, giving it a terrifying edge despite his sensitive words. She knew he could snap back at any moment.

The Psycho untied her from the post and lifted her into his arms again. Sam groaned in relief. Even though she hated being lugged around like this it was such a relief to be out of that squat and away from the heat.

The Psycho brought her to the kitchen and placed her in the chair from yesterday, then removed her gag and took off her blindfold. Sam gasped for breath and panted in the air frantically. Immediately she started to attempt to get out of her remaining bonds, but of course it was useless. The Psycho left her alone to make food. Soon, the scent of bacon and eggs filled the room. Sam’s stomach grumbled in response. She stopped struggling when she realized he was going to feed her. She would try to break free after he’d given her body some fuel.

When the food was done he sat down beside her and started feeding her. Sam almost moaned at the taste of bacon, such a normal and familiar taste in this absurd situation. She let him feed her, eating the food and drinking deeply from the coffee mug. She didn’t like how he touched her between bites, and she jerked her head away more than once in an attempt to escape his grasp. He was playing with her hair and gently caressing her face like a boyfriend would. It was creepy and made the food harder to enjoy.

"I'm sorry, I can't let you go, but I can't let him treat you like this anymore,” He said when she was almost done with her meal.

Now was her chance. She could try to convince his softer side to free her! Sam put on her best sweet expression and pleaded, “Please, please don’t let him hurt me anymore. You know it’s not right. Please, you’ve got to untie me.”
All of a sudden the Psycho grabbed his head in his hands and shook, groaning in pain. He walked away from her and fought against his darker side taking control.

“Please!” Sam begged. “You can beat him!”

But it was too late, the next words he spoke were in the voice of the Psycho. He twisted her nipple painfully and told her it was time to finish what they’d started.

“No!” Sam shouted desperately. “I know you’re still in there. Your softer side. Come back! Don’t let him take control!!” she yelled fiercely. She struggled in her bonds wildly, trying to free herself before he added more bonds and blocked her senses once more.
 
Moment of weakness passed and the Psycho was back at the helm, Sam's pleading for Josh to maintain control and not hurt her seemed to fall on deaf ears, but they haven't, he heard everything, he was just too weak to do anything about it. She was in no danger now, so he did not feel compelled to take over like previously. Deep inside, Josh was struggling, how does he get out of this mess, he had to admit to himself, the Psycho's side of him was doing remarkably well at breaking her, in less than 24 hours, the tough as nails Sam was crying and she just begged him to save her, if he had let the Psycho leave her in that torture for a few more minutes, she may have broken completely, but did he want that? He could not answer that question, he could only watch to see what his darker side had planned.

The Psycho pulled the girl from the chair and hoisted her over his shoulder. He carried her out of the kitchen and laid her down on a wooden shelf bolted to the wall, it looked out of place. "I installed this in the morning too, and again, you're welcome." He said mocking her with his deep distorted voice. As soon as Sam was on the shelf he secured the ring at the back of her neck to a matching one just recently bolted on the wooden shelf. He then took her wrist and hooked it to a waiting ring by her head, the same was done to her left wrist.

He then pulled a nipple clamp from his pocked and his fingers took her right nipple teasing it into waking up, as soon as her nipple hardened, he locked the clamp on it. "Samantha, this clamp tightens when there is a pull on its chain." He demonstrated, by pulling on the chain, slightly tightening the clamp, when he let go, the pressure did not subside. "The clamp will maintain its tightness even when the pull is released, it will only loosen when its taken off." He explained as he repeated with her other nipple. He then took her legs and lifted them up and pushed down curling her up. He held her there with his body weight, aided by her lack of leverage and that her legs were completely locked together.

He then locked the chain on her right nipple to the front ring on the cuff on her leg forcing her to keep her legs pulled back to avoid tightening the clamp and pulling on her nipple painfully. He then unlocked her knees and thighs from each other and locked her left knee to the chain on the left clamp. She was now laid on her back, neck cuff connected to the table and her wrists were also restrained to the shelf at the sides of her head. Her knees were connected with short chains to her nipple clamps forcing her to keep her legs up and slightly spread.

As she was tightly restrained, he pulled a stool and sat in front of her, but then stood up "Her feet, can't have her kicking me, while I play with her" He said, mostly to himself, unhappy her feet were free, so he unhooked the rings holding her ankles together and instead he pulled each foot down so her ankle was touching her thigh and connected the ring on the back of her ankles to the ones on the back of her thighs. Her legs were now bent at the knee and restrained in a frog tie as she laid on the shelf.

Satisfied, he sat down between her legs and grinned wickedly behind the mask as she was on full display for him and in very tight restraints, almost as bad as before, forcing her to hold an uncomfortable position or suffer a lot of pain. While the Psycho was happy with the position, Josh was also intrigued, this was still torturous to hold, but not as bad, and more importantly the view of her sex and ass were enough to get him on board with whatever the Psycho had planned. She would have no escape of this, her knight in shining armor was unlikely to make an appearance now as he did earlier when she was at risk of getting burned.

Licking his lips, the Psycho reached down and his thumbs went into the crease of her thighs and he massaged that batch of skin, his thumbs going down pinching her sex in between and then back up. He repeated the teasing motion for a good minute, up and down her crease and feeling her outer folds each pass. Then his hands shifted and started dancing on her outer lips, already glistening a little from all the stimulation.

"Let's see what we have here" He said and immediately went to work, his fingers found her sex, one hand found her clitoral hood and snuck in to tease at her most sensitive flesh, his other hand rested on her labia while his pinky finger pushed in very slowly, barely a quarter of an inch in, vibrating and gently rotating inside her and not pushing in more."It seems to me that you are in desperate need of some attention from the hands and mouth of an experienced man."

As soon as her body betrayed her again and responded to his touch, his middle finger was sliding along her folds and then pushed in gently and slowly replacing his pinky. His digit was feeling the softness of her interior folds, he intruded inside slowly and gently, feeling how the texture inside changed as his fingers continued to explore deeper. His finger, easily locating the pad of her G-spot and the pad of his finger immediately began masturbating her in earnest. His thumb meanwhile located her clit and brushed against it slowly and repeatedly, knowing she won't last long he announced "you may orgasm when you're ready slave." He said watching how her knees were responding, wondering how much pain her nipples were in right now.

He continued with the expert dual stimulation of clit and G-spot until she reached her peak stimulation and an intense orgasm washed over her. He knew she had no choice, the body not exactly obedient in those situations, he knew she could not stop an orgasm from taking her even if she did not want it, and cumming after his permission should be overly humiliating. Once she experienced her first orgasm at his hands, he walked up to her and and stroked her hair "Good girl Samantha, you've taken an important step to becoming a slave by cumming on command."
 
Silently, the Psycho lifted Sam up and carried her out of the kitchen. Her words had fallen on deaf ears. His softer side was either too weak, or too unwilling, to fight off the darker side of his human nature. The Psycho tied her to a shelf he said he’d constructed, hooking her hands and the back of her neck onto the table. What he pulled out next really worried her. Nipples clamps. Sam squirmed helplessly on the shelf as he came towards her with them. He started teasing her right nipple. Sam fought against the sensations, but despite herself her nipple hardened and the Psycho was able to clamp it around her nipple. Sam groaned at the pain briefly but otherwise did not react.

The Psycho explained how the nipple clamps worked, if she squirmed too much, the chain would pull and the clamp would tighten. He felt the need to demonstrate this little quirk first hand, causing Sam to grit her teeth against another groan. He teased her left nipple until it hardened and then put a clamp on it as well. Satisfied with the nipple clamps, he moved down to her legs.

The Psycho lifted her legs up and back, then secured the chain attached to her right nipple to the ring on her leg, forcing her to keep her legs up and bent else the chain tug painfully on her nipple. Sam groaned softly with pain as the Psycho pulled her legs apart and secured her other leg to the other nipple clamp as well. Sam screamed, more out of frustration than anything. She felt so vulnerable in this position, so exposed. Her pussy was on complete display for him, she was spread wide open, as if presenting herself to be fucked. She felt like this was at a nightmare appointment at the gynecologist as the Psycho pulled a stool over and settled in between her legs. He looked far too excited about examining her, playing with her, as he restrained her feet.

Dammit! Now she couldn’t even use her feet to fight back. Once again, continually, she was helpless. Sam scolded herself for not trying to fight the softer version of the Psycho earlier. Maybe she would have been able to escape. Clearly there was no convincing him. He was a slave to his dark side. Sam would not make that mistake again. Next time he showed that weakness, she was going to fight him with everything she had.

Sam struggled in her restraints but eventually stopped as struggling only made the clamps on her nipples press down harder. It hurt so badly! Worse yet, the Psycho started violating her. He started gently, just like last time. She felt his thumbs caress her inner thighs softly, then squeeze her sex between them. The pressure felt nice, but Sam’s only reaction was to grit her teeth and squeeze her eyes shut tightly. He started running his thick fingers up and down her outer lips languidly, exploring her folds, causing her sex to dampen despite herself. She was so frustrated, so infuriated. Her body vibrated with rage, but she dare not move too much as she couldn’t stand the nipple clamps tightening again.

"Let's see what we have here..." He mused, dragging a finger up her sex to her clit. Sam took a sharp intake of breath when he touched it, finger pushing up the hood. It was a little painful, irritating, but it also felt good.

“Stop it you fucking psychopath!” she said, though she knew it was useless. She felt his pinky finger at her opening gently press in and start rotating, stimulating the entrance of her sex.

“It seems to me that you are in desperate need of some attention from the hands and mouth of an experienced man,” The Psycho said, voice dripping with confidence.

Sam wanted to gag. “Not from you then. Get your hands off of me!!! Get AWAY!”

He did the opposite. He slipped another finger inside her. It was easy enough with the wetness he’d drawn from her. Sam screamed in rage as his middle finger pushed into her insistently, exploring the depths of her sex. That scream turned into a muffled cry when he pressed against her g-spot with the pad of his finger. Sam gasped and her hands clenched into fists above her head as she fought against the pleasure. He kept flicking his finger against her g-spot, now that he’d found it it was clear he wasn’t going to stop until he made her cum. At the same time he kept rubbing her clit, stimulating her in tandem.

Sam’s body shook with pleasure and pain and in response the chains connecting her nipples to her knees pulled tightly on her nipple clamps. Tears started to leak from the sides of her eyes from the pain, and the pleasure, that the Psycho was enacting on her. She could’t cum! She wouldn’t!

“Stop it! You’re vile! A sick freak! Fuck you! I hate you! You’re evil!” Sam yelled.

She opened her eyes. Forced herself to look at him. She hoped staring at his disgusting mask and screaming her hatred at him would be enough to delay her impending orgasm. It worked for a while, but he didn’t let up. He was torturing her with the impending pleasure. She knew it was coming, and she could do nothing to stop it. Perhaps she could delay it long enough that he'd lose interest and leave her alone…

Not likely.

It took a loooong time, what with Sam’s state of mind and utter force of will, but the Psycho was determined and patient. Sam fought the pleasure for as long as she was able, screaming and cursing at him all the while, but in the end, she succumbed to his touch. She gritted her teeth in an attempt to keep from moaning and turned her face away from the Psycho. No. She would not give him the satisfaction! She tried to stop it, but her pussy clenched and contracted around his fingers for longer than she’d like to admit. Sam’s hips twitched in pleasure as soft, quiet pants and moans escaped her gritted teeth every now and then as her forced orgasm washed over her. It wasn’t a strong orgasm, as it had been forced out of her, but it was still intense, and utterly humiliating, devastating really, to be forced to cum from such a monster.

She felt his hand stroke her hair again and she glared at him. She wished he would lower his head so she could spit on him.

"Good girl Samantha, you've taken an important step to becoming a slave by cumming on command."

Sam was wild, body twisting in rage, tugging painfully at her nipple clamps, but she didn’t mind the pain. She’d rather pain than pleasure. She didn’t want this horrible, disgusting masked psychopath to give her any more pleasure. She was horrified he had gotten her to orgasm. What was wrong with her? Sam felt dirty and vile, angry and disappointed in herself, but the rage in her expression was all directed at the psycho, she would feel shame and sorry for herself later. Right now she had to fight.

“Get away from me! I will never cum on command for you! I will never be your slave! You will NOT get away with this!! I am going to bash in your skull, carve out your heart!! I WILL have my revenge.”
 
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Even though he got her to orgasm finally, it took a lot of time and effort, he was impressed at her sheer willpower. She was like a lioness, and her threats to bash his skull in or carve his heart out were definitely scary, she was no closer to being broken than 24 hours earlier. This caused him to make a mental note to be extra careful with keeping her tightly restrained and under control at all times, can't give her an opening to make her threats become a reality.

He then chuckled at her, the laugh distorted by the mask "Oh unlikely sweetheart, you're not carving out any hearts or having any revenge, I'll be even more careful now that you've shown no interest in being a good girl." He said and then reached under the shelf for the next items he had picked to torment her and he continued "Now then, since your pussy is now warmed up and has gone through one orgasm, you're ready for the next stage, so let's give you many more since you hate them so much." He taunted and then his voice changed "But I like them, let's give her more!" Josh's voice came, more excited than usual. His side was more on board with this kind of treatment, at least she was getting some pleasure out of it and he loved seeing his crush on display like that, she looked so sexy and so alluring. He would have rather she was on display like this for him out of her free will, but maybe soon, his crazy part was doing well breaking, so maybe soon. However, Josh was not too fond of the clamps on her nipples, an necessary piece in his mind, but he was impressed by his other half's deviousness and creativity.

The Psycho showed her what he had pulled from under the shelf, a medium sized black dildo, he clicked a button on a remote in his hand and the dildo sprang to life and began to vibrate. He touched the chains between her knees and nipples with the vibrating rubber causing shooting pain in both nipples. He grinned at that, not that she could see.

The Psycho then moved behind her and ran the vibrating dildo on her sex, moving it on her slick outer folds, teasing her, but also getting it coated in her juices and then he slid it inside her easily as she was already wet and ready from the previous treatment and he explained "Right now its on low vibration" He said as he reached down and pulled another item, this one a Hitachi magic wand, he positioned the wand against her sex and then wrapped some ropes around it and then secured that rope around her thighs and waist making sure that if she squirms, the wand would continue to stimulate her.

He then turned it on, also on the low setting. "As you can probably feel, both devices are on low setting, I will leave you like this for an hour and prepare the next piece of punishment for you. After one hour, I will come back, you will acknowledge that I am your Master and that you're my slave, you will accept the next task I give you which is to dress up in an outfit of my choice and prepare dinner in restraints of my choice." He paused to let it sink in, but did not give her a chance to speak "If after one hour, you don't comply, I up the settings and add another vibrator in here" as he said that, his finger touched her pussy and then slid down her perineum and he teased the entrance of her ass "Its clear you don't want me to touch you anywhere, but much more so in here, it seems you're an anal virgin, so I will enjoy preparing your asshole for play and put a vibrating plug in, but you can delay that fate by accepting my terms."

He then stood up, wrapped a blindfold around her eyes and left her "See you in an hour Samantha, ENJOY!"

The Psycho then started moving away form her, but then returned and tugged on both chains connected to her nipples, giving her a large shock of pain and then he left.

Again she could hear hammering and drilling and a bunch of other sounds as he built and assembled the next device to torture her.

After what he could imagine felt like an eternity to her in the uncomfortable and humiliating position with two vibrators stimulating her, the Psycho walked to her and slid his hand on her sex, glistening with the juices from her orgasms "So what will it be Samantha?"
 
Sam was seething with anger. It was how she dealt with her humiliation, letting herself become consumed by rage instead. She was made even more angry at the fact he merely chuckled in response to her threats, like he didn’t believe she would make good on them. She was deadly serious. She would tear him apart like he’d torn Josh apart. She would make him pay for everything he'd done to her friend, and to her.

"Now then, since your pussy is now warmed up and has gone through one orgasm, you're ready for the next stage, so let's give you many more since you hate them so much,” The Psycho taunted. He reached under the shelf for something. She hoped it wasn’t another candle.

"But I like them, let's give her more!" the softer, weaker voice piped in excitedly.

“Talking to yourself again, you freak?” Sam chastised him. Even though the second voice was softer, it was still scary because it was just as unpredictable. Perhaps not as violent, but just as creepy and rapey.

The Psycho showed her the toy he’d gotten from beneath the shelf. It started vibrating as she stared at it. The dildo wasn’t too big - Sam had been with guys who were longer. It wasn’t the size she was worried about it, it was the lack of control and humiliation at being forced to receive it.

Sam shuddered when the Psycho touched the vibrating dildo to the chains, causing them to rattle against her nipple clamps. She whined briefly. “Fuck!” That had hurt. To her relief the pain was brief as he moved the dildo against her sex then, slipping it between her slick folds. He twirled it around, coating it in her juices, humiliating her, having her wallow in the proof of her body’s betrayal. Sam grunted in resistance as pleasurable sensations started resonating through her body as he rubbed the vibrating dildo against her, then slipped it fully inside.

“Uhhngh--” Sam grit her teeth, tried not to react to the sharp pleasure-pain of the intrusion, but her exclamation had been vocal and she knew the Psycho was relishing in the sounds she made. Sam clamped her mouth shut tightly to stop any more sounds of pleasure or of pain. She was glad she had because he pulled a vibrator out next. He placed it to her clit, using ropes to secure it in place so even though she squirmed and writhed as much as she could, the wand would remain in place. She felt moans bubbling from her throat as the seconds passed with the dual buzzing sensations, but Sam held them all back.

The Psycho offered her another choice yet again, said she was getting an hour to think about if she was going to cooperate or not while the vibrating wand stimulated her clit and the dildo pulsed inside her. His fingers traced along her perineum lightly, then toyed with the entrance of her ass. Sam’s anus instinctively clenched tightly in response. The Psycho wanted to play with her ass precisely because she didn’t want him too. He said she could delay losing her anal virginity if she obeyed him and made him dinner in an outfit of his choosing. Fat chance.

As he wrapped a blindfold around her eyes, Sam spat, “You might as well shove the dildo up my ass now because I am not going to be your little housewife, no matter how much you want to pretend I am! I’m not dressing up in your freaky little festish outfits or playing your games, okay?” By the end of her speech her voice had gotten a little higher pitched as the vibrating wand and dildo built up the pleasure in her body. She was already going to cum soon. "Fuck!"

Before he left, the Psycho tugged on the chains connected to her nipple clamps. Taken by surprise, Sam yelped lightly in response to the sharp pain. It was actually a blessing because it interrupted her impending orgasm long enough for the Psycho to leave the room and not witness her unravel with unwanted pleasure before him.

Once he was gone Sam allowed herself to cum, felt her pussy clench and tighten around the dildo as her pleasure peaked, then pulse rapidly around the artificial cock. It was much better than when the Psycho had used his fingers on her because it wasn't him. She moaned very softly as waves of pleasure wracked her body as her first orgasm of many swept through her.

So he was going to leave her, writhing in pleasure, moderately uncomfortable from the position, incredibly uncomfortable from the nipple clamps, for an hour for a choice she’d already decided? Sam didn’t understand. Let him put a dildo in her ass, whatever, as long as it wasn’t him penetrating her, she would find a way to deal with it. It was still violating, still humiliating, but at least it wasn’t his actual flesh. If that had been the threat… Sam would have to think more about what she would choose in that case.

Why he kept giving her offers to prolong her torture puzzled her. She was not about to become his subservient pet or plaything. He was an idiot if he thought she’d ever really give in.

The pleasure was getting intense again, and the Psycho was far enough away that she allowed herself to moan and pant. The vibrator and dildo felt less violating than his fingers, but that didn’t mean it was pleasant by any means. The clamps around her nipples hurt badly and anytime she moved even slightly they hurt even more. Her legs were already starting to cramp up, but at the same time, the vibrating dildo inside her sex and the Hitachi wand’s constant vibrations against her clit kept her mostly distracted. Being forced into this one position was uncomfortable, and not being able to control the pressure of the vibrator or the speed of the dildo was frustrating, but it still felt good, a slow, steady build of pleasure. She lost the thread a few times, breathed deep, trying to ignore the aches in her body and get the pleasure back. Was she actually chasing it?

Yes, yes she was. The sounds of drills and hammers drowned out her quiet pants and mewls as the toys stimulated her pussy and she chased orgasm.

It was both too much and not enough all at once. Each orgasm came with more and more minutes in between, as she needed more pressure, more speed to get there, but the vibrators were stuck on one setting. Sam didn’t know whether she needed them turned off to stop this whole thing or turned up so she could have a more intense release. Her hips spasmed as she came yet again. Each time she did the nipple clamps would pinch her harder and she'd cry out in pain as it wove together with her pleasure.

She would have a brief moment of reprieve after each orgasm, a moment where her nerves were too numb from the pleasure for her to feel much more, but then she would twitch, or shift slightly, the limited amount she could in her restraints, and the clamps would tighten around her nipples and the vibrator would hit her just soagain or the dildo would pulse against her g-spot and she’d start rising all over again - building up to another orgasm. The time in between them grew longer the more she had. She both wanted it all to stop and wanted it to continue. She moaned out in genuine pleasure several times, counting on the fact the Psycho wouldn’t be able to hear it over the sounds of his construction. She might as well try to enjoy it.

Her pussy would squeeze desperately around the dildo each time she came, clenching and unclenching, as waves of pleasure rocked her body. But there was pain mixed in, for the nipple clamps were always a constant ache and the relentless buzzing of the Hitachi wand was irritating her sex, yet she just kept coming every few minutes. She would grow frustrated, because the length in between each orgasm was longer and longer as her body had to rise to greater heights of pleasure again, and there was no variation in the speed, pressure, or movement of either toy. The vibrator was far too slow, but she was still able to cum, soft, small orgasms that teased her to want more intensity. It was so frustrating not being able to control her own pleasure.

By the end of the hour, her pussy was rubbed raw from the friction, bright red and tender. Her clit was engorged, the hood completely retracted. Sam thrashed her head back and forth as another orgasm overtook her. She'd lost track of time, lost in the torture and pleasure of it all, and hadn't heard the Psycho enter. As soon as she heard his voice, she stopped herself from crying out.

She felt his hand on her sex, his vile fingers sliding along her wet labia. "So what will it be Samantha?"

She gritted her teeth to keep from crying out as he had caught her mid-orgasm. Her skin was glistening with a light sheen of sweat and her pussy was dripping with her juices. Panting, exhausted from her numerous climaxes, it took Sam a moment to answer. She hated to admit it, but she did consider giving in and calling him her Master, just to get the ceaseless tortuous pleasure to stop. She was not as resolute in her decision as she had been when he’d first left her, but she still hadn’t changed her mind; she was holding firm in her decision. She knew she'd just be prolonging the inevitable if she gave in to his wishes, and the idea of putting on a little costume and acting as his maid was unthinkable. He was going to rape her anyway, she'd been expecting it, he'd promised it, she was tired of fearing the inevitable.

“I’ll never be your slave. I don’t answer to anyone. Go ahead and plug me up with your dildos, rape me, hurt me, kill me, I don’t care. I would rather die than be your willing fuckdoll!!” Sam said. She wasn’t sure if that last part was completely true - she rather liked living, but she said it anyway because she wanted to deliver a blow to his ego.

Sam wiggled her hips as she felt another orgasm approaching. It was humiliating, especially after her declaration she would never be his fuckdoll, but there was no stopping it. For the last quarter-hour or so they’d become almost continuous, one tiny orgasm rolling into another, as her joints and muscles had gone numb to the pain of holding the same position for so long so she could languish in the pleasure. But her orgasms had also become almost painful in themselves. Her clit was rubbed red raw from the constant pressure of the Hitachi wand. Her cunt ached around the dildo, though she was more than wet, soaked, from her numerous orgasms, her sex was tired from all the clenching and releasing around the dildo as she'd cum over and over, and here she was, begging for more.

Sam hoped she'd made the right decision.
 
When the Psycho walked back in, Sam was clearly in the middle of another frustrating and humiliating orgasm, not really a very pleasurable one when she can't control thrusting or pressure or location of wand. It was a sad kind of orgasm, and she was probably hungry for a proper one, at least her body was. He walked in and watched for a seconds before touching her.

"Oh Samantha, I'm disappointed in you. It looks like you were having a good time here, the wood under you is soaked in your juices." He said and removed the Hitachi wand and pulled the dildo out, then his hand moved across her slit down to her asshole, also slick with her juices and then to the shelf. His fingers then rubbed against her lips making her taste herself and feel how wet his fingers were, and he pulled away quickly before she could bite. "I wonder how you taste now!" He said and leaned down and licked along the length of her slit, getting a taste of her sensitive folds and he groaned in pleasure.

He then turned his attention back to her "I disagree Samantha, you will be my slave, you will be my fuckdoll, you will be whatever I want you to be, its just a matter of time. Its clear your resolve is wavering, your tone was much stronger yesterday and also stronger an hour ago than now, its only a matter of time dear." He said and he ran his fingers on her pussy again, then Josh's voice came, low and weak "We're not going to kill her right?"

The Psycho let go of Samantha and walked away with a loud sigh "The fuck is your problem? How would killing her achieve anything, dead she's no use as a sex slave........ Dear lord you're pathetic, you don't deserve a blonde beauty like her, even Emily would be too good for you." He then paused, hoping Sam did not notice he knows Emily is the bitchy one who is not exactly pretty, and a random Psycho should not know all that information.

Josh's voice came in again "Let me prove it to you, I'll do the next part!" His voice was strong and determined, and it was met with silence, he was back at the helm. Josh walked towards Sam and sat on a stool between her legs. "I'm sorry Sam, I have to do this to you, you will be mine, you need to be mine." He said and he leaned in to her, his middle finger pushed between her folds and went inside her and started thrusting in and out, making sure to brush against her G-spot each time. His other hand pinched and released her folds and manipulated her labia. Meanwhile, his mouth found her clit, red, engorged and extremely sensitive. He flicked it with the tip of his tongue, in the most subtle gentle touch she's received from him yet. If she knew who he was, she would realize how much he wanted her to experience pleasure, he was trying to show his love in a strange and crazy way. In fact, this whole finger in and out and fingers playing with her folds and tongue flicking at her clit were all extremely light and gentle touches, one she could expect from a lover who's very eager to give his girl as much pleasure as her body could handle.

He continued pleasuring her, lightly, gently. It was so different from the dildo and wand, it was not static frustrating pleasure, this was dynamic, the speed, the pressure, the intensity, all changing, and it brought her very close to an explosive orgasm. Just as she was close, he gently nibbled at her clit driving her to her most powerful climax yet and he continued to tease her for a few more seconds as she climaxed and then let her go with a quick lick to her sex and he left her there.

Josh walked out of the room without a word, happy that he had pleasured his crush, the love of his life, albeit in a fucked up way. He walked back a few minutes later and once again sat by her exposed sex and ass. His other hand moved to her sex and two fingers pushed in and rotated around for a second teasing her. He pulled them out and they were coated with her juices. He lightly rubbed the entrance to her ass coating it with more of her juices. It was mostly to humiliate her further as he had brought lubricant and it would be enough on its own. "Alright, try to relax Sam, this will be fun....... at least for me." He was looking forward to this, the greatest concentration of nerves in Sam’s bottom was at the opening of her anus, so he was going to give that tiny circle special attention.

He used her lubrication and his fingertip slowly rubbed around her bottom hole, he circled it several times clockwise, then several times counter clockwise. He was watching for her every reaction. He then pulled his finger away and delivered five light slaps to her exposed bottom increasing her arousal and, more importantly, her humiliation. Each time his finger completed a spiral around the anus, he let his fingertip linger over the hole, pushing against it gently, but never going in.

She could not see, but she could hear the distinct sound of latex gloves snapping on skin "I'm sure you can guess what's coming next Sam, but you've lost your chance to avoid this for now, you'll get another one chance to escape more torment and humiliation in an hour." He said and he put a generous amount of lubricant on his pinky finger.

After that, he moved his pinky close and rubbed the lubricant at the opening and then gently and carefully pushed his finger in till his fingernail disappeared in and he held it in, feeling her instinctively clench around it. He again delivered a few slaps to her bottom with his free hand and felt how her asshole reacted to his finger. He then pulled it back out, added more lubricant to his finger and then pushed it in again. He repeated numerous times, coating with lubricant, pushing in a little, holding it in, and spanking her, then pulling out and coating again. He knew he could force his way in, and there was not much she could do about it, but it was Josh in charge and he wanted her first anal experience to not be as bad as it could, so slow and careful penetration was essential to minimize her pain and discomfort. In fact, he wanted it as good and slow as he could given the circumstances, that's how he would have done it if she was his girlfriend or slave. He knew she may be confused about the extra care he's showing all things considered, but he didn't care, he wanted her to love him somehow and he was digging himself a deeper hole, but also trying to show her his gentle side.

A few minutes later, his finger was sliding in and out easily, and then came the real humiliation, in place of his finger, he pushed in a nozzle. He had ordered an enema kit as part of the BDSM toys he had purchased. The nozzle was thin but had a thicker back so when it was pushed it, her asshole immediately clenched around it and she could not push it back out. Without warning, Sam could feel the cold liquid flow into her. He had made sure to research what temperature would cause light cramping and pain, but no damage and he used that. The water container was hung above her body and started emptying inside her relatively quickly. With the way she was positioned, her usually perfect and flat stomach started bulging from the extra liquid.

The Psycho grinned, now in control again, having seized control because of the opportunity to torture her that this situation presented. His fingers dug into her belly and started tickling her, the discomfort from the position, from the nipple clamps and her full insides made for a doubly humiliating, painful and bad experience. One hand stayed on her stomach teasing her and his other hand moved to her outstretched and helpless foot and his finger traced her sole from heel, up to her arch and then to her toes and back down a few times. He then stopped and walked out "This is to clean your insides, my plugs are all brand new, don't want you ruining them." He taunted her and then walked out "I'll be back in 15 minutes!"

He then pretended to walk out and then snuck back in very quietly to watch her struggle with the new torment.

After 15 minutes had passed, he came close, cut the tube and drained the liquid. He then pulled the nozzle out and replaced it with a medium sized metal plug. He coated it with a generous amount of lubricant and then slowly, but more forcefully, than before, pushed it in all the way and it settled inside. With a touch of a button, the plug began vibrating inside her ass. Immediately after, the dildo was placed back inside her, this time running at high vibrations and the wand found its way back onto her clit, also at high vibrations and it was secured in place as before. The final touch was he pulled hard on the chains at each nipple, tightening the clamps much more than before, now instead of a constant dull ache in her nipples, it was now constant sharp pain, only getting worse with every move.

The Psycho then started walking out "I will be back in 45 minutes and then you will say you're my slave and that I'm your Master, accept the clothes I give you, and then cook us dinner in restraints of my choosing. Reject my offer and you will remain here without food till its time to sleep, and then I may have mercy on you and let you in bed with me, or I may leave you here till morning." He then walked out with a wide grin as there was another unpleasant surprise for her. The plug in her ass was also wired and will deliver electric shocks to her at random intervals, some could be during an orgasm, others after, and others during the build up. "Enjoy!" He said and once again walked out of the room, closing the door, but instead, he was again still inside and planning to watch every minute of her suffering, with her being blindfolded and too busy with pain and pleasure, she would not notice and he waited ...........

After 45 minutes, he walked to her "So, what will be Samantha?"
 
Sam sighed in relief when the Psycho pulled out the vibrator from her sensitive pussy and removed the wand from her aching clit. He chastised her, saying she looked like she’d been having a good time. Sam knew she’d soaked the wood in her juices, came numerous times, but she was NOT having a good time.

“Yeah, I’ve been having a goddamn ball,” she responded sarcastically, but then her voice caught when he touched her sex. He slid his fingers down her slippery folds to her asshole. It was just a quick, hurried touch against her, but it was humiliating. He was feeling the evidence of her orgasms, lavishing in the fact she had no power to stop them or get herself out of this situation. He made her lick her own juices, stuck his finger into her mouth suddenly, but pulled them out just before she could chomp down.

Though he couldn’t see the rage in her eyes due to the blindfold, her downturned mouth and upturned chin spoke volumes of her fury towards him. Sam was resilient. She would not let any other emotion than rage show when he was around. Not pleasure. Not pain. Just rage. At least she tried not to... but then he leaned down to lick her folds and groaned in pleasure at the taste of her. Sam gasped when he did so; having no view of where he was every touch was a surprise to her.

After running his tongue along her slit at a leisurely pace, the Psycho emerged and told her she was destined to be his slave, that it was just a matter of time. He taunted her, said her resolve was wavering. Sam shook her head fiercely and jerked in her bonds, ignoring the pain in her nipples as she jerked against the chains. Her anger was enough to blind her from the pain. “You’re wrong! I’ll NEVER be yours!”

Then the Psycho ran his fingers along her dripping folds and murmured in his weaker, softer voice, “We're not going to kill her right?"

The Psycho released her then to chastise his weaker ego. It was bizarre listening to the same person argue with themselves, unsettling even. He said she was going to be his sex slave so she’d be no use dead. Then he said he didn’t deserve someone as beautiful as her, that even Emily would be too good for him. Sam could only assume he was referring to her personality, because she was pretty. But how exactly did he know about Emily and that she was the bitchy one?

“Just how long have you been stalking us you freak?!” Sam shouted.

The softer side took over fully then and she didn’t get an answer to her question. She heard the scrape of the stool as he pulled it over, then he spoke to her in a soft, gentle, voice that was still distorted by the mask, making it creepier than ever. "I'm sorry Sam, I have to do this to you, you will be mine, you need to be mine." With that said he inserted a finger inside her and started fingering her, focusing intently on her g-spot, gently pressing into her sensitive spot with each thrust of his finger. As one hand thrust it’s digit inside her, the other played with her labia. Then she felt the slickness of his tongue against her clit and knew he was using both hands and his mouth on her all at once. His wet tongue was a relief against her burning, aching clit. Sam stifled a gasp, trying to fight back her impending orgasm.

He was being surprisingly gentle with her, clearly trying to draw another orgasm from her already tired sex. Despite herself, Sam could feel one building steadily already, stronger than with the toys, because he was pressing and rubbing and licking in response to the slightest twitches of her body. He was in tune to her most minute reactions like a lover would be. It made her sick, but at the same time there was no stopping the pleasure he was building up inside her.

Much to her mind’s dismay but her body’s pleasure, this psychopath seemed good at reading her body, seemed to know just how much pressure to apply to her clit and how to stroke her velvet flesh. He was in tune to her subtle movements like he cared about her pleasure, like he wanted her to cum. Why? This didn’t make any sense! Sam was so confused, wondering at his motivations, and desperately trying to stave off orgasm. Doing so only gave it more power, however, and when she finally did cum, with the Psycho’s finger buried deep inside her and his mouth against her clit, Sam couldn’t help but cry out.

“Fuck! I hate you!” she cursed in defeat as a powerful orgasm seized her, stronger than any of the others. Her mouth opened, agape with pleasure, but she forced herself not to cry out again. Instead her body shook violently in her bonds, causing the nipple clamps to tug at her nipples painfully.

Her sex clenched and unclenched frantically against the Psycho’s finger and she hated herself for it. She couldn’t stop it, couldn’t fight it. The pleasure was too great. Sam came harder than she’d ever had in her life. Her hands were tight fists; her toes curled.

Her cunt was still twitching when he left the room.

He left her there alone for a few minutes, breathing hard. When the aftershocks finally subsided, Sam breathed deeply, in and out, ears tuned for his return.

Why was he so intent on making her his slave? The obsession was scary.

She heard him come back into the room a minute later and take his place between her legs again. Sam pressed her lips together, refusing to acknowledge him. She was humiliated from cumming so strongly at his hand. And he wasn’t done. The Psycho stuck two fingers inside her, rotated them around, pressed them against her g-spot briefly. Sam was so sensitive. She jerked in her bonds slightly and winced at the pain it brought her nipples. She heard how wet she was as he rotated his fingers. She wasn’t enjoying this. She really wasn’t! She really wanted to tell him to go fuck himself, but knew he’d turn it into her wanting him somehow, so she refrained. But oh how she hated him! He was a vile, weak human hiding behind a mask.

Her hands closed into fists again when he brought his fingers to her ass. She knew it was coming, but it was still extremely difficult to stop from making a sound as he circled her asshole, like a predator circling its prey. He was using her own body’s lubricant to prepare her virgin asshole. It was humiliating. Sam’s body was so tight. She was holding every muscle clenched in order to keep from screaming. Her tightness was in exact opposition to the Psycho telling her to try and relax, that it would be fun, for him.

She did gasp when he slapped her suddenly, not expecting it. It did little to help loosen her up. He would circle her asshole, threateningly hover over her anus, occasionally touching, but not entering. Not yet.

It was so aggravating! She almost wanted to scream at him to just get on with it already! She couldn’t handle the teasing humiliation, the power he held over her.

At last he stopped playing with her ass, but she heard the slap of latex against flesh and a cold fear spread through her body. It was finally going to --

“Mmph--” Sam grunted as he penetrated her ass with his pinky. All her muscles clenched tight in resistance, trying to push him out, but he held firm. The Psycho pushed in a little and held his finger inside her, then spanked her. Again, Sam grunted. If possible, her body tightened even more, squeezing around his finger.

He pulled his finger out, let her anticipate it for a moment, then pressed his fingertip back inside, sliding inside easy with the amount of lube he’d applied. He held his finger inside her, then slapped her again. He repeated this process too many times, but Sam refused to make a sound, even though her tongue had nearly started bleeding from how tightly she was clenching it between her teeth to stop herself from crying out.

In time he was able to fuck her with his finger deeper, when her asshole finally lossened up a bit for him from all the lube and gentle prodding. To her horror, she was getting some pleasure from this. Her pussy was dripping onto the wood again, but Sam tried her damndest not to cry out too much.

All of a sudden, the familiar pattern of push, hold, spank, pull, stopped abruptly and the Psycho’s pinky finger was replaced by a small nozzle.

“What?!” Sam couldn’t help but exclaim at the strange sensation. Then, out of nowhere, a cool water began filling her insides. Sam gasped loudly and then whined in pain, unable to stop herself. The water was cold and uncomfortable

“Oww.. fuck!” Sam couldn’t help but shout as her body cramped up with pain. She couldn’t see, but she could feel her abdomen expanding, accommodating for the invasion of liquid. It was really starting to hurt and then the Psycho made it worse by grabbing hold of her bloated belly and started tickling her. Sam cried out in pain from the extra pressure he was causing. He tickled her stomach with one hand as the other moved down to her foot and lightly tickled it as well. Sam suffered through the dual tortures until the Psycho finally left, saying this was all to clean her out for his toys and he’d be back in 15 minutes.

At least now all she had were the nipples clamps, this uncomfortable position, and her big, bloated belly and not his additional touches. Sam breathed frantically, then tried breathing slowly. Both hurt. Her insides ached. Sam whimpered slightly as the pain grew worse as the minutes passed. Any slight moment sloshed the water around inside her. It was incredibly uncomfortable.

Finally, the Psycho returned, cut the tube and a gush of fluid came rushing out. It was humiliating; she felt gross and exposed, but at least the cold liquid wasn’t inside her anymore. Sam sighed in relief.

Her reprieve was brief, however, as the Psycho replaced the nozzle with a small, metal buttplug. He pushed it in deeper than his finger had been. She felt the cool, jelly like liquid covering the buttplug inside her and wanted to scream. Then he turned on the vibration! She let out a brief shout as the plug began vibrating inside her. It was such an invasion. He added the dildo and hitachi wand back into the mix, plugging her up with the dildo and securing the wand to her clit. He set both to high vibrations and Sam’s body twitched in response, pulling hard against her nipples clamps. He tightened them, so she tried to stop squirming, but it was very, very hard. Her body rode the line between pleasure and pain as the vibrators inside made her want to moan, even the anal one, much as she hate to admit it, but the nipple clamps made her want to cry out in pain! The multiple sensations were almost too much for the young blonde, but she managed to stay strong.

The Pyscho told her he’d be back, and when he came back he expected her to accept his offer. “Like hell I will!” Sam screamed. She also didn’t want to be in bed with him again. She’d almost rather remain tied up, but with the vibrations… that would be too much. Shit, was she really considering giving in?!?

Minutes passed. Sam tried not to move too much in her chains because of the tight pull on her nipples. It hurt so badly! It was a constant, sharp pain. She was glad for the pleasure that contrasted it, but the vibrators were sooo fast. She’d ached for them to be faster earlier, but this was more than she’d ever needed. They frantically buzzed inside her, the one on her clit also rapidly vibrating. The pressure from it all was causing her body to shake, and when it did the clamps pulled at her nipples harder. But that wasn’t the worst of it...

“ARGHHHH!!!” Sam suddenly screamed out in pain as an electric shock jolted her body, the spark starting from her asshole. “WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU, YOU PSYCHOPATH?!?” she shouted, even though he’d left minutes ago. He was crazy! She was not expecting such a sharp jolt of pain. The nipple clamps were hell, yes, but electric shocks? That was just cruel. That was hardcore. This was --

“AHHHH!” she screamed again as another electric shock speared her.

Sam breathed heavily, her whole body primed for another shock, her anus clenching the vibrating plug tightly, her very body trying its hardest to reject it. The pressure was unbearable, the clamps on her nipples agony, but the electric shocks were torture.

A third shock did not come for several long, agonizing minutes. Sam came violently once while she was waiting for it; a painfully powerful orgasm. It made her toes curl even as she cried out in pain. It didn’t matter now that the Psycho was gone. Crying out made it hurt less, she thought. Her orgasm was interrupted by that third shock, hitting her just a few moments after she’d peaked, like a runaway train car slamming into the one in front of it. Sam screamed.

Sam managed to withstand several more painful orgasms before the pain became too much and tears burned her eyes. They leaked out from her blindfold and stained her cheeks. The minutes ticked by. It felt like hours.

Another shock. Scream. Chains pull hard on her nipples. Vibrations deep in her cunt and asshole, hitachi wand in overdrive on her clit. Cumming. Cumming. Cumming! Shock. Pain. Scream. Agony. Chains pull hard on her nipples. Vibrations...

It was a ceaseless cycle of pain and pleasure, of frightened anticipation, of not knowing when the next shock would come.

Finally, after what felt like hours, she heard the Psycho return. Her tears had dried on her cheeks but she was still moaning, more like wailing, at the vibrations of the dildo and anal plug, as well as the pressure on her clit.

“I - I -” Her voice sounded so weak. She couldn’t answer him because she was going to give in and she couldn’t stand to hear her own voice say the words.

Another jolt. Sam screamed in agony. Her body jerked against the chains, which in turn pulled painfully at her nipples. At the same time, her pleasure was still steadily building. Her clit was so overstimulated, on fire surely. Her pussy squeezed the dildo and her ass clenched the buttplug tightly, on the very edge again. Her hands made fists.

It pained her to say it, he was going to taunt her, but there was no denying how broken she appeared: Covered in sweat and dripping with her body’s own lubricant, pussy spread wide and raw from forced stimulation and countless orgasms.

“I--”

Could she really say she was his slave? The analplug sent a powerful shock through her body yet again and Sam cried out.

“AHhhhhmmyyyes!” Her fists shook in her restraints, her lower lip trembled in pure rage.

She made excuses to herself. She needed her strength, needed to have another good meal. And if she was cooking it… would he really give her access to cutlery? Sam thought she could do a lot of damage with a fork, even a spoon if she got the right opportunity. It was that justification that allowed her to say, in a voice quieter than a whisper, hating every word:

“I’m your slave. You’re my master.”
 
Josh had been relieved that the slip of tongue did not cause a problem, she just thought he'd been stalking her group for a while and thus knowing about Emily's bitchiness, not that he was an insider, one of them, one she thought was dead now.

He stood by as the sweet little girl suffered in the devious situation he had her in. At first he was amused, her beautiful naked body glistening with sweat, her most private parts on display for him as she moaned and groaned in pleasure thinking he was no longer watching, it was quite the sight, he could watch her like that all day. Her sex was dripping on the shelf, her arousal forced, but still a delight to watch. It was amazing how the body did not care what the brain wanted, the primal part made her respond to the attention even when her rational mind detested every second.

Enjoying the show a great deal, Josh stood and watched; however, when the first shock came, he visibly winced "Damn, that must have hurt" he thought to himself and the other voice in his head responded "Of course it hurts dumbass, its kind of the point, she did not book a soothing day at the spa you know....... ridiculous". The Pyscho chastised him again and Josh shook his head and continued watching, feeling more sorry for her than before, feeling genuine remorse at what he done to her and then she said “WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU, YOU PSYCHOPATH?!?” And he was snapped out of it and back to watching her, remorse gone at her angry outburst.

Josh watched as the sensations drove her to a powerful orgasm, he watched her legs quiver, her body shake and her tiny cute little toes scrunch as she rode the wave of pleasure, and then he grimaced as the pleasure was interrupted with another shock ruining her pleasure.

Watching her when she thought he was not there was like watching another person, gone were the tight muscles and biting of tongue to suppress reactions, she was now a young woman surrendering to the sensations when she thought she was alone, crying, moaning and screaming as her body was subjected to the pain and pleasure. She was like a different person, gone was the tough persona, and it was replaced with a weak whimpering helpless little girl.

He felt like the hardest part must have been the randomness of the shocks, a devious little touch. He had initially thought to do a shock every 5 or so minutes, but then decided against it, that way she would know when it was about to hit, complete randomness meant she could be shocked and then again in less than a minute, and then could go for minutes without any. The anticipation and unpredictability were delightful. However, he was again feeling genuinely upset about what he was subjecting her to, his mind was in turmoil, should he let her go and apologize and hope she would forgive him or should he carry on? Should he reduce the time of her torment, she would have no way of knowing if he left her for 45 minutes or 2 hours or 25 minutes, but he decided against showing any weakness, whether he were to break her and train her or make her fall in love, he needed to project strength, and this, to his deranged mind, was strength.

When he had pretended to walk back in, he watched in amusement and pity as the love of his life looked like a mess, broken, crying, twitching and screaming in a combination of pain and pleasure. She waited a few moments, clearly hesitant to say the words, and he was considering to release her and give her a break and to try again the next day, but before the internal struggle with his psychotic persona started, the words came out of her mouth “I’m your slave. You’re my master.”

It was music to his ears, he was beyond delighted and he took his mask off immediately and with one hand held her chin and with the other reached around the back of her head to hold her, and his lips took hers in a passionate long kiss and he moaned as his lips engulfed hers and he shivered and moaned at the culminating kiss of years of love and days of abuse. Was it all he had hoped for? No he would rather she was naked in his bedroom and willingly kissing him back, but this was an acceptable plan B all things considered, he was kissing Sam, that's all he cared about! The kiss was long, hot and passionate, even if it was not reciprocated, he still enjoyed it and lingered, eager to push his tongue in to explore her mouth, but knowing Sam, he would probably lose that tongue, so he did not risk it.

After what seemed like an eternity, he pulled away from her reluctantly and gently patted her cheek and then leaned down and gave her a small peck on her lips and then another, hesitantly moving away and started to explain "Good girl Sam, you've taken another important step towards becoming my slave, I'm going to enjoy breaking and training you, you'll make for a wonderful obedient little slave."

He knew those words would just add insult to injury, but before giving her time to respond, he released the clamps from her nipples sending searing pain through her chest as the blood rushes back in, causing even more pain than when they were on. At least the pain was passing. The vibrators and electric shocks were still going strong throughout, and when he noticed, he deeply regretted not removing them before kissing her, he was too intoxicated by the taste and feel of her lips for the first time that he did not notice. He then put his mask back on, "Way to go idiot, ruined your first kiss!" He said to himself, but out loud, and then proceeded to remove the vibrators, first the wand, then the dildo and finally the plug.

Josh then removed her blindfold slowly, and covered her eyes with his hand "Relax, let your eyes adjust to the light slowly" He said as his other hand held her hair to prevent her from squirming too much, not that she could, the back of her neck was still connected to the ring at the shelf she was on.

Josh gave her eyes a minute to adjust, he was extremely gentle and tender with her now, protecting her eyes and kissing her like a passionate lover, it was sure to confuse her, but it also confused him. Wouldn't it have been easier to save her from her bonds at the very beginning and then let the knight in shining armor syndrome kick in as he asked her out, he thought to himself, second guessing everything that happened in the past few days. No matter, it was a little too late for heroics now, he was now all in on breaking her and training her the hard way, why did it always have to be the hard way in his life, why did nothing ever work out smoothly for him, did his misfortune know no bounds? He did not know the answer to that, and this was not the time or place to contemplate his life, he had more pressing issues like the naked blonde tied on a shelf in front of him, how the fuck did things go so wrong?

Shaking his head to get out of his trance, he slowly and methodically released her bonds and helped her to stand back up on her feet in what seemed like an eternity, she was clearly physically and mentally exhausted. He made sure to rub and massage every limb as soon as he untied her before he hooked that limb to restraints once again. She was again standing with her legs glued together, ankles, knees and thighs connected by rings once more, and her hands hooked to each side of her waist. "Alright slave" he said as he scooped her tired small body in his arms once again reinforcing her complete helplessness and dependence on him, and he also enjoyed having his love cradled in his arms.

Walking out the room slowly, he wanted to maximize the time with her in his arms and was not looking forward to putting her down and leaving her alone in the bathroom, but he did. He put her small feet down on the cold tiles of the bathroom. Immediately, he attached a steel chain to her right ankle, and locked it with a small padlock, the chain was long and would allow her to walk freely inside the bathroom, but would not allow her to walk out. While he was planning to lock the door, the chain just reinforced her position and situation.

Josh then took her cheeks in his hands "Alright slave, now your instructions are simple, you may use the bathroom if you need to, clean yourself up, so you may take a shower, and then put on this outfit I picked for you" He grinned at the outfit was a tiny white apron with no underwear. He had thrown away the thong and stockings that came with it, wanting it to be even more humiliating for her to cook for him and serve him in that tiny outfit.

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He then continued "Once you're done" he pointed at the three rings that he had added to the wall, you will connect the ring on the left side of your neck to the ring in the middle, this will make you look right towards the door, you will also connect your right wrist to the right ring, your left hand will need to be behind your back when I walk in." He knew if she does that, she will be bent over at the waist or kneeling on the ground, either of which were appealing positions for her to be in when he came back. "I will be watching you on the camera, until you are restrained in place, I will not open the door until you're restrained, you have 45 minutes to do this. If you're not done by then, I will come in tase you and take you back to the shelf and plug the three vibrators in and leave you all night and try this again tomorrow. If you're a good obedient little slave, you will also say 'I'm ready to serve you Master' when I walk in, don't say that and you also return to the shelf. If you do, you will prepare me dinner and then I will allow you food and a bed if you please me, if not, you will be punished." He said and released her right hand from her waist and left, locking the door behind him and leaving her to get ready to serve him.

Josh knew with her right hand released, she can unhook all the rings and move around freely, but she would not be able to remove any of the cuffs on her body or the chain connected to her ankle. She still had cuffs on her wrists, upper arms, ankles, above her knees, her upper thighs and a belt on her waist and a collar on her neck, all of which had 4 rings on their perimeter and had proven to be an amazing investment as they had allowed him to manipulate her and restrain her in many ways and he had way more planned to keep her under his strict control. He ran to the control room, took his mask off and started to watch "I'm impressed, you're doing well for a pathetic dweeb" The Psycho voice came "I know" Josh said with a proud tone at the first words of praise from his insane persona, he was not interested in chit chat with his crazier side, he wanted to watch his love.
 
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Sam held her mouth shut tight as he attempted to kiss her. She wanted to bite him, but refrained, only because she didn’t want to incite him further into dishing out anymore torment. Her cunt was so sore, her entire body ached, and she didn’t know when the next electric shock was going to come. It was agony. She just held her lips tight together, let him engulf her tightly clamped lips with his own. He moaned into the forced kiss, really getting into it. He kissed her for a long, horrible time. The vibrators still tortured her sensitive, overpleasured pussy while the buttplug still occasionally sent electric shocks through her body.

Now that the Pyscho was back she tried harder not to react to those jolts of electricity. She had said what she’d had to to ensure the pain would soon stop, but that in no way meant she was going to give into him any more than necessary.

He didn’t dare venture his tongue past her lips. Smart of him, because she’d likely snap and bite him.

At last, he finally pulled back. He patted her cheek condescendingly and told her she was a good girl. He released the clamps on her nipples and Sam couldn’t help but groan in pain as the blood returned to her sore nipples in a rush. Eventually, she had to moan in relief though as her nipples returned to normal. Just as she was enjoying the feeling of freedom from the nipples clamps, the electric plug in her ass went off again. Sam slammed her teeth together but found it impossible to stop from making a small murmuring, pained cry.

The Psycho started talking to himself again.

Never been kissed? Was he a creepy old dude? Or was this a young mentally disturbed guy? Or did he mean he’d ruined his first kiss with her specifically? Sam wasn’t sure, but her mind was spinning. He was torturing her, but he kept having these moments of fake tenderness where he’d treat her like a boyfriend would.

“I’m not your fucking girlfriend!” she screamed at him when he finally stopped kissing her.

At last, he removed her vibrating devices, starting with the one on her clit. When he removed it it was clear her clit had been stimulated past the point of pleasure. It was even redder than the last time he’d checked on her, and completely engorged. The hood was barely visible as her clit sat enlarged atop her sex.

The Psycho removed the dildo from her sopping pussy next, and finally the buttplug. That was the biggest relief. Sam audibly sighed at being empty again. If not for the electric shocks, she could have handled that torture all night, but those jolts of electricity springing from her insides were too much to bear.

The Psycho grabbed her hair to hold her head still and removed her blindfold. He replaced the blindfold with his hands, revealing her vision little by little. He spoke softly to her and she wanted so badly to spit on him. Then he kissed her again as he held his hands over her eyes, telling her she should adjust to the light slowly. God, she wanted to fucking bite him. Instead, she clamped her lips tightly together as he leaned in for another kiss.

At last, he pulled her up from the shelf and stood her on her feed. He massaged each of her limbs when he released them from their bonds. She despised his touch, but his massaging touch did feel good on her tired muscles. A

He lifted her up, cradling her in his strong arms. He held her carefully like she meant something to him. Sam squirmed in his grasp. She felt sick to her stomach from his kisses.

He carried her away and locked her in the bathroom again. he chained her in at the ankle. He grabbed her face in his hands and gave her instructions. Sam gritted her teeth to stop herself from screaming or spitting or biting him. She needed to catch him unaware. She would have to act submissive so he would let his guard down and then she could strike. She was not actually submissive, no, no, of course not. She would never give in to him in her heart…

Sam glared at the outfit he expected her to wear. Could she really bring herself to put that on?

The Psycho unhooked her right hand then, which gave her access to free herself of the rings so she would walk around. The cuffs remained, however. Sam sighed as the Psycho left. She was so angry, but she was relieved he was gone. She had forty-five minutes to herself.

Sam immediately ran the shower and stepped inside, washing herself of the sweat, arousal, and the feeling of the Psycho’s hands on her as quickly as she could. She scraped soap down her flesh, doing her best to ignore the fact there was a camera watching her every move through the see-through shower glass panel. Whatever, Sam convinced herself she didn’t care. She stayed in the shower for the majority of those 45 minutes. She even sat on the shower floor for a while, head in her hands so the Psycho couldn't see as she cried. She breathed deep, letting the pattering roar of the shower spray drown out her emotions. She felt so violated and terrified. She’d never been more humiliated in her life. She was afraid she was going to be too weak to get out of this.

No, she couldn’t think like that! There had to be a way out of this. Maybe she could come up with a better plan if her brain and body weren’t so fried, but she really thought her best bet would be to attack him in the kitchen. She’d pretend to have fully given in, then slam his head into the sink or push him into the oven, gouge out his eyes with spoons or stab his heart with a knife, whatever worked. She just hoped she wouldn’t accidentally convince herself she’d given in to him in the process…

When Sam was done in the bathroom, she reluctantly changed into the modified maid outfit. It was humiliating, but she even perched the stupid little headband on her head. Then she clipped the ring on her neck into the ring in the wall and locked her right wrist into the right ring, then leaned over and placed her left hand behind her back, just as he’d asked.

When she heard him enter, she didn’t lookup. She continued leaning over and staring at the floor, obedient.

“I’m ready to serve you, master,” she said softly, in a voice that was not her own. The words felt like acid on her tongue.
 
Josh practically ran to his control room, he wanted to watch everything. When he had sat down to watch, she was already in the shower, which was to be expected; warm water does wonders to achy joints and tired muscles. He was fine with her feeling refreshed, after-all the next task may have seemed simple to her, just prepare dinner, but nothing was simple with him as she would soon find out.

He was watching intently, but there was not much to see, she was lathering herself and cleaning up, not really all that interesting, especially since he's had her naked for the past three days, seeing her naked was no longer as exciting, especially with the poor picture quality with all the steam and the shower glass panel. He took the time to prepare the equipment to restrain her when she would later prepare dinner and he put them in a bag ready to go.

At some point, he noticed she had sat down in the shower, while he could not see what she was doing exactly, her head was in her hands. It did not require a genius to figure it out, she was likely crying, another moment of weakness similar to when she thought he had left the room and surrendered to the sensations.

When she was out of the shower, he started paying more attention, impressed that she put on the outfit, she looked silly, but also incredibly sexy, he could not wait to see it person. As she put herself in position, he grabbed a bag and ran back to the bathroom, unlocked it and carefully walked in, ready to tase her if she tries to rush him, but she was restrained to the wall as he had ordered. When he entered she said the words that delighted him to no end "I’m ready to serve you, master." He could have passed out at that point from all the excitement, but he hid it, the mask certainly helping in hiding his expression.

As soon as he walked in, he took her free hand and hooked a ring on her wrist to the one on the wall. He then reached down and attached a short chain between her ankles, the chain was about one foot long and it allowed her feet to remain spread. With the average stride length of a girl her size being a little over two feet, the chain would lower her gait by more than half and make her walk in a clumsy awkward way when he releases her to make dinner.

With her restrained sufficiently, he stood behind her and wrapped his arms around her, sliding his hands under the flimsy material of the apron and he took hold of her breasts and started massaging and kneading the supple flesh "Good girl, we'll make a fine slave out of you." He knew she had not submitted, the whole thing was an act to avoid more punishment, a submissive girl would not have clamped her lips shut when he kissed her or yelled “I’m not your fucking girlfriend!” So he knew not to let his guard down, she was going to prepare dinner, just not with any chance of escaping or hurting him. He had planned it well and thought it through.

Once he was done groping and fondling her, he grabbed her sore nipples and pinched each one viciously "You look beautiful in this outfit Sam, and all your feminine charms are within easy reach" He demonstrated by moving next to her, one hand remained on her chest toying with her nipples and the other slid down and found her sex and asshole and touched both, teasing her and showing her how little cover the apron provided and how much control he still had on her. She was essentially just as exposed as if she were naked and almost as helpless as when she was on the shelf.

Moving to the bag, he grabbed another butt plug, this one metallic, but more slim than the one he had used before, he lubricated the plug and her opening and gently but firmly pushed it in. The end of the plug settling inside her as her muscles tightened around it, should would not be able to push it out without using her hands. "This will stay in as you prepare dinner to ensure you remain obedient." Of course that probably made no sense to her, so he continued and she felt a flat object on her back and it was fastened there with velcro and connected to her waist belt. The item was connected to the butt plug with wires. "This is a battery, since you will be moving around more freely than before, I need something to keep you in check," and then he demonstrated by pressing a button and a harsh shock tore through her insides, significantly stronger than any before forcing her to fall to her knees. "This shock is far more powerful than the ones you received earlier, this is enough to bring you to your knees. Basically, I will watch you as you make dinner, and if you try anything funny, not that your restraints should allow you to, as you will see when I am done getting you ready. However, as an extra layer of precaution, if I see you doing anything suspicious, you will get zapped, and that includes touching the battery, the wire or the butt plug."

With the explanation done, Josh pulled her back to her feet, and released her right hand from the wall and moved it to her waist hooking the rings together. He then moved to her left hand and released it from the wall, but instead he connected the ring to a silver chain, the chain was about two feet long. He passed the chain through the ring on the front of her waist, then released her right hand and hooked the chain to the ring on it. He then took hold of her wrists to test her range of motion. If the chain was just between her wrists, it would not have restricted her movement too much, but passing it through the ring on her waist as well meant her hands had a very limited range. Each arm could not extend past having her elbows at her sides. However, if she pulls one hand to her waist, the other hand could reach farther out.

He knew this meant she could not fight him, with her ankles connected with a short chain, she could not run or kick and with her hands severely limited, she also could not use them to hurt him. She was at a disadvantage in size and strength without any handicaps, but with all those restraints, plus the shock plug in her ass and the fact that she was hungry, tired and sore all over, he knew she would not stand a chance. As one extra precaution, he only left one small knife in the kitchen.

Her hands now secured properly, he releases her neck from the wall, and unhooked the chain from her ankle and took her to the kitchen walking slowly with his hand holding to her right butt cheek. He walked very slowly to accommodate her restraints.

They got to the kitchen, it was a large kitchen for the lodge, there wasn't much in as the floor was abandoned, he just pulled some stuff from the main house. "You will prepare steak, and mashed potatoes with some orange juice. You will only serve one plate, if I am satisfied with your work, I will feed you from it. But make enough food for two or three people, if you do a good job, I want you to eat your full. You will be graded on your performance, a poor performance means you don't eat and you sleep in a cage tonight, an ok performance means you either eat or sleep in a bed, a good performance means you eat and sleep in a bed, so you better do good, or you won't be happy." He explained and then he walked away and pressed a button delivering that same harsh painful shock, when she recovered, he looked down at her "One wrong move slave, and you will be shocked without hesitation" He threatened and hovered his hand on the button again, and then sat down to watch her.
 
Sam was silent as the Psycho prepared her for transport. He hooked her free wrist to the wall so she couldn’t try and attack him, then he chained her legs together at the ankles. The chain was just too small to allow her a full step, just the perfect length to make her hobble along awkwardly. The Psycho was doing everything in his power to make her inferior to him. Sam hated him so much. Her hands clenched into tight fists as he grabbed hold of her breasts, started kneading them hard like bread dough. It wasn’t too difficult to keep from audibly crying out even as he squeezed her breasts tightly. This was nothing compared to the electric shocks or the nipple clamps. In fact, it was almost… pleasent. Perhaps that was the most disturbing part of the situation. Was his goal in torturing her solely to soften her up to his real touches? The thought made her sick.

The Psycho pinched her nipples one last time before releasing her breasts, at least with one of his hands. "You look beautiful in this outfit Sam, and all your feminine charms are within easy reach,” he purred. He moved one hand down to play with her sex, lightly fondling her slick folds then tickling her asshole. Sam squirmed and gasped in response.

The Psycho fondled her sensitive parts for a little longer, Sam grimacing and shaking subtly, trying not to react too much in response. Eventually, he let go of her, and then she felt the prodding of another buttplug against her ass. This one was smaller than before, so it hurt less going in. Sam showed no reaction even as her ass clenched around it.

“This will stay in as you prepare dinner to ensure you remain obedient,” the Psycho informed her. Sam didn’t understand how a buttplug was supposed to make her obey, especially since it wasn’t even vibrating like that last one.

The Psycho strapped something to her back and explained further. He said the device on her back was a battery for the buttplug in her ass. Then, he explained by demonstration.

Sam screamed as a shock suddenly jolted her body. This shock was far stronger than the previous buttplug. The shock this time was powerful enough to bring her to her knees. Fuck! It hurt so much! Even after the shock was over Sam could still feel ghost reverberations throughout her body.

After explaining her circumstances, the Psycho pulled her to her feet and unchained her hand from the wall. He chained her arms close together, restricting her range of movement. With her hands and arms chained together, how on earth was she going to get the best of him? The Psycho was clearly suffering from some mental illness, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t smart. He wasn’t leaving any opportunity open for her to escape or fight. Sam could almost cry with frustration, but she refrained.

She hated this Psycho so much. Her whole body was clenched tight, all her muscles primed, ready to fight, but she couldn’t because if she even looked the slightest bit suspicious, the Psycho was going to bring her to her knees again with the shocking buttplug.

The Psycho released her neck from the wall, unhooked her ankle chain, and walked her to the kitchen. She had to hobble along with the chain connecting her ankles. He held onto her arm despite her protests. She felt like an old lady, hobbling along like this. She wanted to go rabid and head butt him, smack her hands into him, bite his mouth, anything, but she refrained. She knew it was useless. She was completely restrained. The Psycho made sure to humiliate her to the fullest as he led her to the kitchen, cradling her right buttcheek.

Once they reached the kitchen, the Psycho gave her instructions and laid out his newest terms. Sam was getting used to this. She listened carefully to weigh the options in her mind. He wanted a hearty meal: steak, potatoes, and orange juice? Ugh. What a combo.

Without warning, the Psycho gave her a second powerful shock from the buttplug. Sam shouted in pain and collapsed to the floor. The Psycho sat smugly in his chair, watching as she scrambled to her feet. Sam wanted so badly to attack him, but she knew attempting to would get her nowhere.

As Sam prepared dinner, not a second went by she wasn’t thinking of some way out of this situation. Unfortunately, the only sharp object in the kitchen was a small knife, and she knew the second she tried anything he would shock her from the inside. She truly felt helpless and the fact she’d felt helpless this entire time and hadn’t yet found an opening was really wearing her down. She couldn’t give up. She swallowed hard. She was just so tired from cumming basically nonstop for two hours straight.

Preparing the food was an awkward affair due to the way her hands were chained together. In order to reach for spices higher up, she had to lower one arm completely in order to outstretch the other. The chains were heavy and uncomfortable, and the outfit was humiliating. She could feel the cool air on her bare ass as she hobbled from the counter to the stove.

As the food was cooking, she turned to the Psycho, taking the opportunity she had without a gag to talk to him. Maybe she could learn something about him to use to her advantage. “Why me?” she asked. She leaned against the countertop. The tiny maid apron rode up, revealing more of the creamy, white flesh of her thigh.

“Of all my friends, why are you making me your sex slave? Why didn’t you go for Ash? Too easy?” she asked. “Do you just… like the challenge?” Her fingertips tightened on the counter. “Because if you like resistance you should have went for Em. She’s a bitch to the core. Probably wouldn’t even be wearing this fucking outfit right now. Probably be dead because of how greatly she’d annoy you with her resistance… “ Her eyes leveled on the Psycho, her gaze was heavy, deadly. “Or why not Jessica? Jessica would have fought you tooth and nail just like I have. She may have acted like a huge slut but I know she wasn’t. She wouldn’t give her body up so easily to you either. So, I ask again, why me?” Sam’s voice was wavering now, her throat clogged with emotion. She wanted to cry thinking about her friends.

She turned from the Psycho, focused on cooking. The smell of dinner filled the air. “Will you please tell me what you’ve done to them? Can you please just tell me... Are they alive? I really need to know. I know you killed Josh…” she faltered, her voice caught in her throat. Thinking about her troubled, depressed friend always made her feel sad and guilty, and that was before he’d died! Now thinking of him just made her wince in despair. The Psycho would see her body stiffen from behind, Her ass clenching, her fingers tightening even harder on the counter. She whirled on him but didn’t attack, not with her body. She screamed instead, “Please tell me what you’ve done with the rest of them!!!!” Sam wasn’t even sure anymore whether this was part of her strategy or genuine. She’d wanted to distract the Psycho with conversation, but she also genuinely did want to know the fate that had befallen her friends, and her impassioned speech had only stirred up more emotions, fears, and questions inside her. "I promise to be a good slave if you tell me. I just need to know their fate."

She almost burned the steak she was so impassioned in her speech. With a small gasp, Sam quickly removed it from the stove and prepared the rest of the meal. Sam wasn't exactly a five-star chef, and making food in the restraints while under duress hadn't improved that fact. The steak came out a little charred, but at least the potatoes looked fluffy and warm. It was enough for two people. As dinner cooled she poured him a glass of orange juice, waiting for his response.
 
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Josh watched Sam make dinner intently, he followed her every move with his finger trained on the remote, ready to shock her at any sign of trouble. He watched as she awkwardly hobbled around in the kitchen, she kind of looked like a cute penguin. The whole sight was ridiculous, between the outfit and the chains restricting her motion, she looked very much unlike the Sam he knew, weak and helpless, and he loved it. He also loved the fire in her eyes still, even though that fire would burn his sorry ass instantly if he let his guard down for a second.

He watched in amusement at her struggles and then was taken by surprise at her question "Why me?"........ "Shit, I did not think of an answer for her to that" He thought to himself, of course the answer was love, a half a decade long crush, but that's not something he could say out loud, he did not want to give up his identity. Also, kidnapping and restraining your crush to train her to be your slave is not what was recommended on the blogs he frequented before this, it was more along the lines or buy her chocolate and flowers or find shared interests, or ask her out, how dumb is that shit? But no, he had bigger plans, better plans. Were they though? Wouldn't some romance have been nice? He wondered...

Sam proceeded to list all her friends and why he did not go for any of them instead, and, to that, he had to respond "You're right, Emily is a complete bitch, she does not have your sweet personality, you're strong without being a bitch you're tough without being insufferable. I would probably kill myself if I had to spend three days down here with Emily." He then continued "Ashley, is sweet like you, but I prefer you, you're just perfect Sam in everything and every way".... He then paused and thought "And Jessica is a slut, you said, she says it, and everyone knows it, not interested in that kind of girl. Its you or nothing Sam!" He said, his voice distorted, but clearly emotional as he genuinely loved her, in his fucked up degenerate way, but did not know how to express it like a normal young guy would.

Josh had to stifle a tear as she mentioned his name, faltered and her voice caught in her throat. He had to take a deep breath to avoid sounding too emotional, but also happy at how sad she was at his death, did she also love him? Should he have listened to the blog? Chocolate and flowers would have been so much easier and cheaper that all the BDSM crap he bought. Damn, did he make a mistake. "What a loser" His inner voice sounded "Chocolate and flowers may have gotten you a girlfriend that would look down on you, this way you get a slave, so much better. Not that a loser like you deserves a slave like Samantha." In a moment of weakness, Josh was out, engulfed in his thoughts and emotions at seeing Sam mention his name and choke on her words. He was deep in contemplation and lost in his psyche. This gave the Psycho a chance and he was back in charge.

"How would I know what happened to that group of clowns Samantha?" The rough deep tone of the Psycho came "I've been stuck with your useless ass for three days, I don't know what your loser friends are up to, they're dead for all I care, or left and went home, I haven't seen any since I captured you and what a waste of time its been" He then looked up at the steak "Looks like you've burnt it...... What a worthless slave." He said as he stood up pressing the button, the shock delivered to her insides was powerful and once again brought her to her knees in pain. Even if it was the third time, it did not get any easier. He rather liked those shocks, an excellent control too, he could just shock her and overpower her much easier.

He demonstrated to himself by sitting down next to her, he unlocked her right hand from the chain and instead hooked her ring to the one on the right side of her neck collar, her left hand was also locked at the left side of her neck, her arms were now like wings next to her head.

The Psycho then pulled her to her feet and dragged her to the table, he then grabbed her hips and lifted her up to sit next to his plate. He then reached down, took the chain between her ankles and put it on a hook he had installed under the table forcing her to keep her feet back and up. An unnecessary touch to keep her under control, but an extra layer of helplessness pleased him. He then pulled a blindfold from his pocket and wrapped it around her eyes, putting her in darkness once more.

He then took his mask off and dug in to the steak, then put it back on to complain "ugh, what is this garbage?" He said after tasting one bite, it wasn't that bad, but he was the Psycho, so emotional manipulation and abuse were his thing "Its burnt on the outside and raw on the inside, how did you manage to make such shitty food?" He then took a bite of the mashed potatoes "Oh dear, no gravy? What am I 75 years old?" He then put the fork down and reached between her legs, his hand poking at her sex, already sore and abused and he shoved his middle finger in without warning and then pulled it out making sure to brush up against her engorged overstimulated clit after pulling out "I think your pussy needs some more punishment and maybe next time that will encourage you to cook better." He said as he slapped her sex as a warning of what he was going to do next to punish her.

"We have to feed her!" Josh's voice came, he was out of his trance.... "No, the deal was clear, if she does a good job, she gets food and a bed, she has not, so no food for her." The Psycho responded "Let her choose then which one she wants food or bed!" Josh's voice came again, desperate. "She's a slave you pathetic dweeb, she doesn't get to choose! But I will feed her, so she doesn't die on us, not because she did a good job and deserves to be fed." He said as he shoved a large amount of mashed potatoes in her mouth.

The Psycho then followed it with a large piece of steak, too big to easily and comfortably chew, and while it wasn't perfect, it wasn't raw on the inside, it was a little burned on the outside though, but was pretty good otherwise. The Psycho fed her roughly and had his fill too.

When the food was done, they were both full, he fed her almost half the dinner she prepared. "Now Samantha, to your grade" He said as he stood up and grabbed a handful of her hair at the nape of her neck and pulled her down, forcing her to lie down on the table with her feet stuck underneath and her hands forming wings on each side of her face. He held her down with a hand in her hair forcing her to remain on her back and his other hand slid under the apron and found her breasts, exposed and available for his pleasure.

He idly massaged her flesh and toyed with her nipples as he explained "I'm inclined to give you a poor performance for the food quality and for spending the time talking to me instead of focusing on your task, so much so that you burned the food and forgot to make gravy, but I will give you an ok performance, this means you either get a bed for the night or food for dinner. Since you already were given food, that means you will spend your first night in the cage tonight" He announced as he held her tight and pinched her sore nipple viciously.
 
“It's you or nothing Sam!” The Psycho said in an impassioned voice.

His passion scared mer, but a small, very small, part of her was a little, just a little, flattered by his obsession with her. Shit, maybe she was getting Stockholm syndrome after all.

The Psycho spoke about the girls like he knew them. Was this someone from their school? It had to be someone who knew her in order for such a crazy obsession to form. Who was this guy?!

The Psycho told her in his gruff, angry., rumbling voice that he didn’t know what happened to her friends and he didn’t care. Sam couldn’t tell whether he was being serious or not, but his voice sounded flippant enough that he really didn’t know or care what happened to her friends. It was all about her, about making her into his slave.

The Psycho was not pleased with the results of her cooking. He called her worthless and shocked her as punishment.

“Ungh!” Sam groaned as she crumpled to the ground in front of him from the powerful shock. Fuck! And she’d thought the shocks from her first buttplug had been painful. These were agony, she felt the pain all throughout her, stemming from her most tender parts.

When she was done writhing in pain the Psycho unlocked and relocked her hands so they were attached to the rings on the side of her neck collar. She felt ridiculous with her hands up like this.

He pulled her to her feet and placed her on the table in front of him, beside his meal. He hooked her head under the front of the table then blindfolded her. Still don’t wanna show me your face, huh? Who are you? She thought as she heard him take off his mask and start to eat.

He complained about the food the entire time he ate it. Sam really hadn’t thought it was that bad. Okay, she’d forgotten the gravy, but it was mashed potatoes doused in butter. They were fluffy and warm. They were hard to fuck up. She was pretty sure the Psycho was just fucking with her, making the meal out to be worse than it was for another excuse to torment her.

The Psycho shoved his middle finger inside her pussy without warning, twisting it harshly inside her abused flesh as punishment for a poor meal. Her sore, raw pussy ached from his touch and she clenched her jaw to keep from crying out in pain. He pulled his finger out, being sure to slide it against her engorged clit as he pulled away from her. Then he gave her a swift, firm slap to the pussy.

A small cry did escape her lips at that. Her pussy was so sore, she was aching.

The Psycho's softer side seemed to come alive then, and the two sides started arguing about whether she’d earned the right to dinner. In the end, the Psycho roughly shoveled some mashed potatoes in her mouth.

“Mmph!” Sam groaned around the warm food. Even without gravy they tasted great to her. Right when she swallowed he followed up the potatoes with a larger hunk of steak. The Psycho ate his fill and fed Sam periodically. This was humiliating. She couldn’t even feed herself. He controlled her even move, her every moment of existence.

When dinner was done, the Psycho stood from the table and grabbed her by the nape of the neck. He pulled her backwards so she lay back on the table. He reached beneath her arpon and fondled her breasts. Sam started squirming in protest, but there was no where for her to squirm too, and then, when he revealed she’d be spending the night in the cage, Sam flew into a panic.

This would mark the first time she genuinely begged him for anything.

“Please no, don’t put me in that tiny cage again!” Sam begged. “You didn’t give me a choice! You forced me to eat! I would have chosen the bed. Please!”

There was something about the cage that really set her off. She couldn’t stand being cramped up. Last time she’d been in it 15 minutes and that had been nearly unbearable at it were. She couldn't imagine 8 hours confined in a that small cage like an animals, muscles cramped up in pain from the lack of space.

“Please, don’t keep me in the cage like an animal. Let me sleep on the bed… with you… master...” the last part almost physically hurt her to say, but she said it because she thought calling him that would increase her chances. She really didn’t want to spend 8 long hours in that cramped, tiny space, wailing like an animal all night long. It would be so painful and humiliating, at least in the bed she could stretch out and try to numb herself to the Psycho's hard-on, in the cage there would be no avoiding the pain in her limbs. She couldn't handle it.
 
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“Please no, don’t put me in that tiny cage again!” Sam begged. “You didn’t give me a choice! You forced me to eat! I would have chosen the bed. Please!”

Josh was rather surprised at her begging, he was amazed how much more scary the cage was to her than everything else he's done so far.

“Please, don’t keep me in the cage like an animal. Let me sleep on the bed… with you… master...” At that part, Josh's heart melted and he was back at the helm, without a word, he unlocked her ankles from the hook under the table and he lifted her up in his arms and carried her to the room. He set her back down on the bed and once again locked her wrists to her waist and removed the chain between her ankles and hooked her ankles together.

Once again, he pushed the ear plugs in her ears stopping to say "Good night" and kissing her cheek, before lying down next to her and pulling her in a spoon. He held her tight like an overprotective lover, snuggling with her almost naked body enjoying the softness of her arms and legs. She still had the sexy apron on and a blindfold. as well as the red leather cuffs still giving a nice contrast against beautiful pale flesh. The butt plug was still inside her as well as the battery on her back.

Before she could relax in bed, Josh was fast asleep..... Within a few seconds, he stirred back awake and the Psycho was up again and she could feel herself being picked up from the bed, and carried to the corner of the room to the cage. He put her down on the floor and as soon as she opened her mouth to protest, a ball gag was shoved in and then a cloth hood was placed around her head and locked around her neck limiting her ability to breath comfortably making it that much worse.

He then pushed her into the cage on her back and then scooped her knees and pushed them to her chest and closed the cage's door. The bars too narrow for her to extend her feet out. The battery was digging into her back and then a sizzling shock assaulted her from the inside. The Psycho had pressed the button just as he got in bed. The Psycho left her to spend the night in the cage, and went back to bed and fell asleep almost instantly.

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About an hour later, the cage was opened again and Sam was pulled out by her feet in a hurry, but also gently. The hood was removed followed by the gag and the ear plugs and then the battery and butt plug and his voice was panicky but still distorted by the mask "I'm so sorry Sam, I lost control, but I can't let him keep hurting you, you will sleep in bed with your Master tonight and screw him!" Josh said as he lifted her small body up and carried her the short distance to bed

He once again held on to her for dear life and pulled her against him squeezing her body against his. His raging member pushing against her exposed ass through his pants. If there was any doubt in her mind that this was a platonic relationship, this should have cleared any doubt that he was interested in more than sleepovers.

The lack of internal struggle that night was odd, the Psycho had no problem breaking out and taking Sam to the cage with no input from Josh. Then once again, when Josh woke up and did not find Sam next to him as when he had laid down, and he went to the cage, there was also no objection or snide remarks about him being a dweeb or a dumbass or some other insult. This was indeed very strange to not have an internal struggle, maybe a side effect of terrible food? Or a harbinger of more to come as the two personalities fight for control?

******

When Josh woke up in the morning, he was delighted Sam was still snuggled against him, his face lit up in pure joy as he leaned over her and covered her cheeks, nose, forehead and lips with a barrage of small sweet kisses. He almost exposed himself as he wanted to say good morning to her with his mask still off. He caught himself at the last second and instead continued kissing her all over her beautiful face.
 
Calling him master had worked.

When Sam gave in a little, the Psycho seemed to give in a lot, at least his gentler side did. He unlocked her ankles from under the table and picked her up in his arms. He cradled her against his chest like a man would his new bride and carried her off to the bedroom. He restrained her like last night, hands at her waist, ankles locked together, but at least she could lay out and sleep in a real bed. She would just have to ignore the Psycho’s hard-on pressing against her all night long.

He kissed her goodnight on the cheek and put earplugs in her ears then pulled her into his body securely. He kept moving his hands on her flesh slightly, rubbing and squeezing, snuggling with her the best he could despite the battery strapped to her back. Sam tried to remain as still as possible, an unwilling recipient of his desires. The position wasn’t exactly comfortable since she still had the butt plug in and the battery strapped to her back. He kept touching her like this for a while, fingers dancing up her arm, hand squeezing her midsection, but eventually, his touches slowed and he fell asleep. Though Sam didn’t even get a chance to sigh in relief because as soon as he fell asleep his darker side woke up.

The Psycho grabbed her roughly and pulled her out of bed. He carried her to the corner of the room and tossed her onto the floor. “Sto--” before she could get a single word out he stuffed a ball gag into her mouth. Worse still, he covered her head in a cloth hood and locked it in place around her neck. Sam instantly started breathing harder, panicked, which only made it worse. She had to tell herself he wasn’t going to kill her. She was fine. Just breathe slow. Steady. In and out. In and out…

Sam was then forced into the cage amid much kicking and growling into the gag on her part. She murmured against her gag as she kicked the steel bars. Then a crippling shock surged through her.

“MMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!” she squealed into the gag in pain. Dammit! Fuck this guy! Sam was so angry. She was fed up with his Jekyll and Hyde shit. It was giving her whiplash.

Sam spent the next hour in dark silence other than her own labored breathing and the rustling of cloth against her ears. As she’d expected her legs started cramping almost immediately. It was becoming agony. It was hard to breathe and it was getting hot under the cloth hood. Her body ached. She wailed into her gag, hoping to annoy him enough to wake him up and let her out, but no matter how much noise she made, the Psycho seemed out cold, which was why she was shocked when midway through the night when all was silent, she heard the creak of the cage door opening.

The Psycho pulled her out, and she knew right away it was his softer side this time by the gentle touch of his hands on her skin as he removed her from the cage. Sam was relieved it was his gentler half, but she was also angry because he was so unpredictable. At any moment he could crack again and turn into his darker side. Sam wished she wasn’t wearing a blindfold so he could see her rage-filled eyes as he apologized to her. She wished she didn't have this gag so she could chastise him. His panicked, weak voice angered her. He wasn't strong enough to stand up to his darker half, though both halves were pretty shitty for kidnapping and assaulting her like this.

As much as she wanted to snap at him, Sam physically couldn’t with the gag in her mouth, so she kept her lips snapped shut, her teeth digging into the gag in frustration.

As they resumed their earlier position on the bed, it seemed the Psycho was more aroused than ever. She felt his hardness pressing urgently against her backside, but he didn’t act on it, other than to grind himself against her and moan lightly every now and again. Sam felt like she was being held like a child’s security blanket. His fingers dug into her soft curves, the dip of her waist, the mound of her breast. He fondled her until he fell asleep. For Sam, sleep did not come as easily.

She couldn’t even toss and turn to get out any restless energy; all she could do was wiggle slightly, but if she did that the Psycho was likely to murmur softly in his sleep and pull her more securely against him, so she was truly stuck. It was a rough night, but Sam slept a little bit.

In the morning, Sam awoke to an onslaught of feather-light kisses to her face. He just wouldn’t stop! “Mmph!” Sam grunted into her ballgag. It was really unsettling to her how softly one side of him could act, how he seemed to genuinely care for her and want her to like him. Would she ever understand just what was going on in that man’s head?
 
Josh woke up in a great mood, here in his bed was the love of his life, the beautiful and wonderful Sam, essentially naked in the outfit he picked, restrained and helpless. He just stayed in bed holding her and spent the next few minutes gently stroking her hair and just looking at her face. It was not as beautiful with a gag between her lips and a blindfold covering her stunning eyes, not to mention exhaustion and anger, but he had to make do, she still looked amazing even with all that.

After playing with her hair for a while, he straddled her, removed her gag and replaced it with his lips without giving her a chance to talk. He spent long minutes kissing her and enjoying her soft sweet lips, his tongue just lightly exploring those ruby lips and just lightly teasing her mouth. He still did not dare to consider his tongue welcome in her mouth, he was rather sure it would be destroyed upon entry as an unwelcome trespasser.

He was dying to figure out how to get out of this mess and have her in his bed like this but with her being happy to be there and letting him do whatever he wanted with her. Those damned blogs, he should have taken there advice after all, if only they had been a little more persuasive than the Psycho's voice, he would not be in this mess. But alas, it was too late to do that now, so he decided to show her his love another way. "Oh despair" He thought as he continued to kiss her, his lips slowing down and then barely moving as he was deep in thought "how do I make her love me and forgive this? Son of a bitch, why did I listen to that asshole, what does he know about love?" Josh sighed audibly as he broke of the kiss.

He got off the bed and just sat down on the floor thinking, he was breathing deeply and sighing, deep in thought. She obviously could hear him breathing and sighing. A minute or so later, his face was lighting up again as he figured it out, surely another of his brilliant ideas would do the job. He then sat down by her feet and ginned thinking "The best show of love has to be physical affection, I'm gonna give her so much of that, just you wait and see Sam" He thought as he looked at her face and gave her a dorky thumbs up. It was for the best that she was blindfolded and did not see that dumb look on his face and the equally dumb thumbs up.

Josh took her small feet in his hands and began to gently massage them, his thumbs digging into her arches and slowly pushing into the soft skin in a relaxing slow massage. His thumbs moved slowly and patiently lightly rubbing her sole from her heels to her toes. He spent a few seconds massaging each of her ten toes and as each hand massaged a toe, he would then pull it in his mouth, lightly lick it with his tongue and suck on it with his lips. He spend the next few minutes massaging and teasing her toes, pulling each of her toes one by one into his mouth and worshiping her sensitive feet.

His mouth then moved up on the top of her right foot and he started kissing her lightly at the top of her toes and then down the length of her foot to her ankle, he moved around to the outside of her leg and started kissing and licking up her leg while his hands followed and rubbed her sore muscles. He thought maybe a thorough body massage and kissing and teasing would get her to see how much he adored her. He didn't know if that would be effective, but he was going to do it anyway while tuning her out. Whatever she says, he was paying attention to it, but also ignoring her fully and not responding. He needed to focus on exploring her body from head to toe, he had not had a chance to do that in her three days here.

Josh now was at her knee and he kept kissing and stroking her milky soft flesh up the length of her thigh, he would have preferred to enjoy her inner thigh, but with how she was restrained, that was not possible. Reaching her hip, Josh pulled her up slightly and removed the apron, exposing delicious breasts and sore sex. His tongue went back to work, moving around her hip and up, planting kisses all over her skin, until he reached her sex and he stole a light kiss at the top of her slit and his tongue took a long slow lap at her folds. He then kept moving, hands massaging her legs and lips laying a trail of kisses on her skin from her sex to her other hip and then down her other thigh. He kept going slowly, maximizing how long he was to enjoy exploring her delicious body. He could not hear the Psycho's thoughts, he was fully in control and he was so happy he finally gets to do what he wanted. He was mesmerized by her beauty and by how soft and sensitive her skin was and how amazing it felt to do this to her.

Lips kept moving down her leg, kissing, licking and nibbling at her skin. Once again he was at her feet and he pulled three of her toes into his mouth and sucked on them for a few seconds, before releasing them and jumping on the bed and straddling her again. He immediately reached down and took her bare breasts into his hands and took his time slowly and carefully fondling the supple flesh, fingers molding the tender mounds to his pleasure. He then leaned down further, hovering a little from the girl's nipple and he blew a light stream of air on the sensitive little nub waking it up and he grinned as he leaned down a little further inviting it into his hungry mouth. His lips took it in and lightly suckled on it. He shook in pleasure and moved away shaking on top of her, and then sighed and leaned down again. He opened his lips and moved in just a little, teasing softly, closing the tips of his lips around the nub of the other nipple, squeezing lightly. He then opened wider, the tongue flicking out, circling the delicious nipple, the taste heavenly, feeling the flesh tighten from the attention. Sam responding eagerly, or at least her body was. He started swirling the tip of tongue around and around, circling, exploring, tasting and also pleasuring her like no one had done before. He was at least hoping that no one had ever given her body as much attention as he was doing now and will continue to.

Josh's lips then closed down, suckling softly, drawing the sensitive nub in, his hand rolling over her other breast, cupping, squeezing and massing, capturing nipple in his fingers and gently rolling it between thumb and index finger, lightly pinching and pulling giving her a lot of pleasure. He then flicked the tip of his tongue, stroking the trapped nipple, back and forth, round and around dancing over it in swift motions, and sometimes in slow motion. He then opened his mouth and freed her nipple and pulled back, licking his lips. But his hunger was far from satiated, so he moved back in, even more eagerly than before and started sucking at her nipple in earnest, lightly nibbling and teasing, teeth barely touching, not wanting her to feel any pain, just pleasure. His hands were expertly and lovingly playing with her breasts while his mouth jumped between her nipples, enjoying each for a minute and then moving on to the other one. He was lost in her chest, no track of time as he continued to pleasure her nipples for a good fifteen minutes.

With a big sigh and a huge smile, he jumped off the bed and scooped her in his arms, practically skipping out of the room as he carried her into the shower. He set her down on her feet and then unhooked her hands from her waist and hooked them to a chain above her forcing her on tiptoes. He then stripped and joined her in the shower and turned on the warm water.

As the water was running, he stood behind her and one arm wrapped around her waist and pulled her into him, his hard member digging into her soft behind. His other hand wrapped around her neck, lightly tightening, but not in a way that hurt or cut her air. He leaned in to her ear and whispered "I love you Sam". His mask was off, but it was a light whisper, he hoped she would not recognize the voice, but part of him also hoped she would, but he also knew she thought he was dead, so it could not have been him "I love you more than anything" he whispered again as he kissed her neck.
 
Sam’s hands fisted when the Psycho got on top of her. She felt his erection pressing against her even through his jeans. Her heart started to beat faster as fear prickled through her. Was this it? Was he finally going to rape her with something more than one of his toys?

The Psycho removed her gag and replaced it with his lips. He kissed her chastely at first, feather-light. Sam clenched her hands tighter in response. He was being so tender, but she knew it was because he had to be. Her jaw was tight and her teeth were primed to chomp the instant he foolishly got carried away and swept his tongue inside her mouth, but he didn’t get carried away. He spent long minutes rubbing his lips against hers. His tongue lightly tasted her lips at points. His kiss was slow and intentful for a while, but then his lips slowed and he was barely moving them on hers, clearly lost in thought.

To her surprise, he got off of her then. She couldn’t see where he went, but she could hear him breathing and sighing from nearby. He must be having another internal struggle. Sam wondered if she should say something, try to learn more about him, and coax out his lighter side permanently, but right now he wasn’t touching her so she stayed silent. She worried saying something would just trigger him in some way.

Eventually, the reprieve had to end and Sam heard the Psycho move and sit down at the foot of the bed. He grabbed her feet and started massaging them gently. He massaged each section of her feet carefully, taking care to massage every inch. When he got to her toes he added his mouth, sucking each of her toes in turn. Sam shivered in revulsion. Oh, how she wished she could kick him.

After affording special care to her feet, the Psycho gradually moved up her body. He kissed his way up her leg, gently sucking, nipping, and licking at her skin. His hands followed his kisses, rubbing her tired muscles. It felt good physically, but mentally Sam was still caught in a nightmare. He could snap at any moment and harm her, or rape her, or worse, kill her. Sam was on edge, had been on edge with adrenaline permanently running through her veins for days now, and that would not stop until she was out of this situation, no matter how gentle he was being.

The Psycho kissed and massaged his way up her legs. He ran his fingers over her thighs, lightly squeezing her milky flesh. When he removed her apron Sam breathed in sharply. The Psycho may have as well but in appreciation rather than fear. With the apron gone, her firm, round breasts topped with hardened pink nipples, hard from the chill of the room were exposed to him. His massage was equally repulsive as it was stimulating. Once again her body betrayed her and the Psycho only encouraged that by planting a kiss to the top of her sore, swollen sex, just above her clitoris. Sam gasped in response and squirmed a bit in her chains but didn’t moan or speak.

With her legs locked together, the Psycho had to slide his tongue aggressively between her folds to get any kind of access to her sex. Sam wanted to whimper in revulsion at his slimy tongue sliding against her, but she stayed silent. She didn't want to give him the satisfaction, especially when he may think it was a whimper of pleasure. Because she was NOT enjoying this, the fact some stranger was violating her most sensitive parts. No, but he wasn't some stranger. He was someone she knew. He’d said as much earlier. Who? Which of the highschool douchebags had finally snapped? Sam just didn’t understand why she was the object of his affection.

“Who are you?” she wondered aloud, getting lost in her thoughts was preferable to reacting to anything he was doing to her body, that slick tongue sliding against her slit, his big hands massaging her legs. He was moving so slowly like he was savoring her body. Sam huffed in annoyance as he continued his ministrations, not because it was repulsive, but because she was starting to like it, how gentle he was being, how he took care to not leave an inch of her muscular legs untouched, his vile tongue had started to feel a little less vile teasing against her damp slit. Sam let out another noise of protest, trying to resist how good it was starting to feel. His lips moved back down her legs, kissing and nibbling his way back down to her feet. Sam shivered when he popped three of her toes in his mouth again and sucked.

“Why are you… doing this?” Sam asked, but the words got caught in a gasp as the Psycho straddled her again, his eager erection pressing against her center. Sam’s eyes were squeezed tightly beneath the blindfold, her mouth drawn into a tight line, her expression tight in resistance of pleasure as he began caressing her breasts. He leaned in closer and blew on her nipple, causing it to harden. He sucked on her sensitive nipple lightly for a moment before pulling back, as if overcome with his desire for her.

She felt how hard he was against her, how he was physically shaking in his desire for her. Sam moaned softly, barely audible as she felt his lips clamp down around her nipple again. She couldn’t help it. It felt good. She ground her teeth together to prevent another moan as he began worshipping her nipple with his lips and tongue. Her nipples were already giving her desire away, she couldn’t have herself moaning as well!

Why was he acting this way? Why was he pampering her body like a lover all of a sudden? And why did it have to feel so good? The Psycho took his time kissing and licked her breasts, just as he’d taken his time with the rest of her body. He savored her, kissing and sucking and teasing. His other hand played with her other breast, the contrast of his slick, warm tongue and rougher skin of his hand was nice. The more he kissed and touched her the more her body betrayed her mind. Sam stifled another moan.

“Stop!” she protested, weaker than usual because it felt good. Her body didn’t want him to stop. He had no intention of doing so. He kept kissing and fondling her breasts, gradually applying more pressure to her nipples as the minutes passed. His tongue stroked her hardened buds over and over. Sam squirmed and bit her lip hard. A pathetic moan escaped her lips and she wanted to punch herself.

Despite the Psycho's tenderness, Sam still had her guard up, there was no telling when his sadistic side would show again.

When he was done teasing her nipples, the Psycho scooped her up in his arms and transported her to the bathroom. She felt the cool tile of the floor under her feet and heard the rush of water. When the water was warm he shuffled her inside the shower and secured her to a chain high above her head, so she had to stand on her tiptoes to stand comfortably.

Not long after he got in behind her. Sam’s body tensed when she felt his naked body behind her, the warmth of his skin felt like hellfire against her. His cock was pressing against her lower back. He leaned in closer, she felt his lips at her ear. Fuck fuck fuck this was it huh? He was going to…

“I love you Sam,” he whispered in her ear.

Sam gasped because she wasn't expecting that, and something about that voice sounded familiar, but the rush of the water and the softness in which he spoke made it so she couldn’t quite place it.

“I love you more than anything,” he vowed, then kissed her neck lovingly. His naked body pressed into her from behind. His warm, big hands wrapped around her neck and waist, holding her to him like a lover desperate not to let go.

Sam was both sick and aroused. It was a horrible feeling. She took a shaky breath then said in her clear, bold voice, challenging him, “You don’t love me. You’ve hurt me. You’ve assaulted me. How could you treat someone like that if you loved them? No, you’re a monster.”

Sam felt braver after the way he’d worshipped her body, and now hearing him confess his love for her. Now was the perfect time to get through to him when his softer side was so vulnerable.
 
Josh registered Sam's gasp at his confession of love, and he thought "Wait does she love me back? It can't be" He pondered as he continued holding her and then her words came to refute his hypothesis “You don’t love me. You’ve hurt me. You’ve assaulted me. How could you treat someone like that if you loved them? No, you’re a monster.” Her words fell like steel arrows on the wounded petals of his heart.

Her saying that hurt him deeply, so much more than she probably had intended..... In shock, he let go of her for a minute and started hyperventilating. He leaned against the wall and continued hyperventilating.

But then he collected his thoughts quickly, her bare beautiful and wet body in front of him snapping him out of it, and he again wrapped an arm around her waist, a hand gently on her neck and he whispered "I love you, you'll see". The Psycho's mysterious absence allowing him to retain control even in such an extreme moment of weakness.

He announced and decided to ignore her last statement. He was a man on a sacred mission and that mission was to make her fall in love with him through incessant unwarranted physical affection. He remembered that from the stupid useless blog, 'show love through physical affection' is what one person said. "This has to work better than torturing her!" Of course that was a reasonable assumption to his disturbed psyche. "You better know what you were talking about NoobMaster69!" He thought to himself as he thought of the name of the guy who gave the advice, surely you can trust someone with a name like that.

Josh sighed deeply "Alright" He paused to collect himself "Sam, please enjoy my deepest show of affection" He said and then he sat down on the edge of the tub, he turned her so she was facing him, still blindfolded and the cuffs on her legs stuck together. He quickly released the cuffs on her legs from each other and he reached between her legs and lathered the insides of her thighs with soap and water, he took his time and soaped her up slowly and carefully, he did the same thing to his face.

With that done, he then hooked his hand under her right knee, lifting her leg up and draping it over his shoulder, he could feel her leg and foot on his back and he pulled her closer, her sex was now in front of his face and her other foot was dangling as the chain was at the center of the tub and she was now at the edge of the tub. Seeing that, he grumbled, hoping to have her keep one foot down for now, but then he hooked his hand under her left knee and pulled her leg up sitting her on his shoulders while the chain pulled her back awkwardly.

Remembering NoobMaster69's instructions, 'take a shower with her, hoist her up on your shoulders and then eat her brains out'. According to NoobMaster, it worked wonders on his girlfriend, she moans and screams his name and even asks him to do it every time they're in the shower. He seemed like a good guy and he knew his way around the ladies, so Josh eating Sam out while on his shoulders in the shower seemed like a legit good plan. Way better than the date then chocolate and flowers garbage some of the others had suggested, but NoobMaster knew what's up and how to get your lady to love you.

Giggling a bit to himself as he held her, realizing that she's been sitting on his shoulders for a good minute while he daydreamed, her soft tender thighs wrapped on each side of his face, he snapped out of it and went to work. His lips locked around her sex and he kissed her deeply, lips and tongues exploring her folds while his hands stroked her bottom and back. He knew it was a risk to put Sam on his shoulders like this with her strong muscular legs, he was willing to risk getting strangled, but he also figured she has no leverage and with both her legs and his face being wet and he had lathered her thighs so they would be more slick, she would not be able to squeeze hard and hold him there, he would just slide back and with the chain holding her, he knew he would be able to slip away if needed.

With him confident this will work remarkably well, his lips and tongue continued their work, he started really slow, just kissing her tenderly and licking her slowly while his hands explored her back and ass. Minutes of this light attention passed and then his attention got more intense and more pleasurable as one hand went under her and his middle finger snuck between her folds going in and out of her easily with the mix of warm water and her juices easily lubricating her vaginal opening. His tongue, meanwhile, started moving faster up and down her labia licking with a bit more pressure and urgency, his lips started kissing and sucking at her velvet flesh, his teeth started very lightly to nibble at her inner and outer folds.

His mouth then turned its attention solely onto her clit, still sore and oversensitive from the previous night, so he was extra gentle as he pulled the little bundle of nerves into his mouth and gently suckled on it, very lightly and carefully pleasuring her. He focused his entire attention at that little rosebud at the apex of her labia. He then applied light pressure tracing from the bottom of her clit to the top under the hood with the tip of his tongue. He continued this motion doing his best to pulse with his tongue to maximize her stimulation, changing how he stimulated her to make sure she gets the best orgasm she had ever experienced.

Josh then pulled his mouth away and then slid his fingers on either side of her sensitive clitoral shaft and he moved his fingers all around it in random unpredictable movements as different as possible from the static pleasure she was receiving from the wand and dildo the day before. Soon, he could feel her legs quivering and she was close to a climax, so he pushed his finger deep inside her and rubbed her against the pad of her G-spot while his mouth took her clit in once again and he sucked on it letting her feel the warm wetness of his tongue and the vibrations he was creating with the gentle suckling motion. He continued to tease her clit and g-spot while she climaxed and then stopped as she was done and he held her close while still on his shoulders.

A minute or so later, he carefully lowered her back to her feet and hugged her from behind, a tight loving hug as he whispered, the warm water still falling on their naked bodies "I hope you enjoyed this Sam, I love you so much and I will give you this much pleasure and more any time you want" He announced and held her tightly hoping for a nicer response this time, but not sure he would get one or not.
 
Apparently what she’d said had really gotten to him, so much so that he released her to lean against the shower wall. He started hyperventilating

“Feeling remorseful all of a sudden? Can’t handle the guilt?” Sam growled, but he was in no state to respond as he continued freaking out. Sam couldn’t see but she could hear his heavy, unsteady breathing.

Soon enough he got a hold of himself though, and before Sam could make any progress trying to shimmy out of the cuffs while he was distracted by scraping her flesh from her bones, the Psycho was back to holding her within his grasp. He squeezed her waist, placed a hand on her neck and whispered in her ear, “I love you, you’ll see.”

“Ugh,” Sam turned her head in the opposite direction to avoid him, trying to ignore the shiver that went through her from the presence of his lips at her ear and the tone of his voice that sounded so oddly familiar… He had his mask off, so the voice modulator wasn’t affecting him anymore. Still, he was speaking too quietly for Sam to recognize the voice, but her body was reacting to it whispering in her ear, why? Who was he?

The Psycho released her and turned her around. Then he unhooked her legs so he could spread them apart. He lathered her thighs up with soap and water. It was a relief to have freedom of her legs again. It felt good to spread them apart, and she was going to use these legs. Sam’s muscles twitched as she considered how best to attack. Could she possibly kick him hard enough to knock him out? Or should she try to lean forward and trap his head between her thighs?

Before she could do either the Psycho surprised her by yanking her body forward as the chain yanked her back by the hands. He draped her lean, muscular legs over his shoulders and buried his face between them, deliberately putting himself in harm’s way. Instantly her thighs twitched around his head, but he kept leaning forward until he was completely sandwiched between her. Sam was shocked he would put himself in such a vulnerable position. Sam took a deep breath and tried to squeeze his head between her thighs, but her thighs, sudsy from soap and wet from the shower, slipped off his neck easily. In the end, Sam let her legs lie still, realizing it was useless because she couldn't get a good grip, and not wanting to resist as to provoke his darker psychotic side who only wrought pain.

As he kissed and licked her sex, his hands rubbed her back and ass. Sam’s body clenched instinctively in defense, but he didn’t breach her asshole. Instead, he just squeezed the slippery flesh of her ass, massaging her as his tongue went to work between her folds. He pleasured her slowly, really took his time. Finally, he started to lick her faster and he snuck a finger in between her legs to slide inside her slick opening. Sam gasped then grit her teeth as he began to finger her.
He moved his mouth up to her clit, and Sam squirmed in her chains, her thighs slipping around his head. Her clit was still so sensitive from the earlier friction and endless orgasms, but the Psycho was gentle. He took it into his mouth tenderly, gently sucking and licking her little bud. He massaged her clitoral hood for a time until her legs grew less tense around his head and she had to stop herself from moaning aloud. Then he slipped his tongue under her hood, applying pressure directly to her clit. Sam couldn't help but cry out this time as he began to lick her sensitive pearl up and down, vibrating his tongue against it, before she managed to get a hold of herself.

Sam’s breathing became shallow as she felt an orgasm building. His tongue felt so good against her clit, and she was repulsed by that. How could she let herself get pleasure from this? A stranger? A psychotic stranger? Whose voice sounded so much like...

She groaned in frustrated pleasure when he removed his mouth from her clit, but then he replaced his mouth with his fingers. His fingers danced around her clit, teasing the sides. Sam felt her pussy clench in longing and she let out a strangled sound in frustration, angry at herself for reacting.

He just kept touching her and soon she couldn’t stop the soft little murmurs that escaped her lips as she felt a powerful orgasm approaching. It was filling her up, building up her pleasure to a point she thought she may never come down. He pumped his finger inside her, changed the angle inside her to apply pressure to her g-spot. Sam’s mouth opened in a silent scream of pleasure as he kept working her pussy, stimulating it with his fingers.

Sam knew her body was at the point of no return when the Psycho took her clit back between his lips and started licking her again, moving his tongue fervently against her sensitive nub. She couldn’t fight her moans anymore as he brought her crashing over the edge. She came hard, harder than she had with the vibrators. It was finally the intense relief she’d craved. Her cunt pulsed around the Psycho’s finger and her thighs shook around his head tightly, maybe a little tighter than was comfortable for him, as she rode out her release. Her eyes were squeezed tightly behind the blindfold as her face contorted with pleasure. The chains rattled violently as she writhed in pleasure.

When she finally came down and back into her head, back to her senses, Sam was angry with herself for losing herself to the pleasure he brought. She didn’t say a word but her body was still shaking from the aftermath of pleasure when he lowered her to the shower floor. He pulled her into a hug from behind. She felt his vile cock against her and shivered.

"I hope you enjoyed this Sam, I love you so much and I will give you this much pleasure and more any time you want,” the Psycho vowed.

She scoffed at his words even though his voice was soft and tender. “You’re too weak to resist your Psycho side, whoever the fuck you are, so I can’t say I believe you. Maybe if you showed me who you really were… if you told me more about yourself, I could help you fight him,” Sam coaxed. The chains holding up her arms rustled at her movement and twinkled in the falling water.
 
Josh held on to Sam for dear life. He hugged her tightly from behind after giving her the orgasm of her life, or at least he hoped it was that. His arms were around her waist pulling her towards him and squeezing her lean body against his. His member was now rock-hard. Playing with her soft sensitive pussy had made him hungrier and it was starting to be really hard to hold back as his manhood dug into her back. He was about to reach down and guide himself inside her, he thought he also deserved some release after giving her an explosive orgasm.

Before his hand moved much, he heard her "You’re too weak to resist your Psycho side, whoever the fuck you are, so I can’t say I believe you. Maybe if you showed me who you really were… if you told me more about yourself, I could help you fight him," That stopped him in his tracks, "she wants to help?!" He thought, this was his lucky break. Forgetting about his erection, Josh started thinking how to capitalize on this to get out of this mess and get her to forgive him.

He cleared his throat, it was the moment of truth..... "Sam....." He started and paused as his arms wrapped around her again holding her close "I'm....." He paused again, if he says his name, that would be the point of no return. He was at a crossroads, and had a choice to make; one of the hardest in his life, tell her his name and see if she would forgive and then help him, maybe even take him as her boyfriend and become his slave..... "Very ambitious plan," He thought "NoobMaster would approve" He continued thinking. Alternatively, continue with business as usual and let the Psycho torture her till she eventually breaks, she seems close to her breaking point.

Josh did not need to think much, his mind was made pretty quickly, he would not let her be tortured again. Josh started over "Sam" he gave a big sigh to try and calm his nerves but instead his breath quickened "I'm......... I'm Jo...." His confession was cut short by a "Will you shut the fuck up man!!!" in a much louder and thicker voice. Everybody's favorite Psycho was back!

The Psycho breathed deeply and heavily and left the tub, he went to put the mask back on, put his clothes back on as the Psycho side had no interest in sex or he would have taken her days ago. He was interested in torture and in breaking her only. He left the room to bring some more equipment and then he came back and quickly secured Sam's legs together again "If you want to do something properly, you gotta do it yourself" He announced in the distorted voice and then he unlocked Sam's right wrist from the chain above her head and forced it down to her side and locked it to the side of her waist. The same was done with her left wrist.

The Psycho then turned her around and slapped the back of her knees harshly forcing her to kneel in the tub, he then shoved her down, forcing her to fall on her face in the tub "I will need to correct this" he said and then reached for her ankles and pulled her feet up and back, bending her legs at the knees. He quickly secured the rings at the back of her ankles to the matching ones at the back of her thighs. He then unlocked the rings connecting her thighs and knees together and just left the ones connecting ankles together and ankles to thighs. He then brought a spreader bar and connected it between her knees, forcing her legs open wide.

He then reached up to the chain that had held her wrists up so many times and he pulled it down, the chain rattling and the mechanism squeaking as he pulled the chain down to her knees and connected the chain to a ring at the middle of the spreader bar and he started pulling the chain up a little. He stopped the pulling as soon as her knees were a few inches above the bottom of the tub. Her back was bent back uncomfortably and her belly was stretched, but still touching the tub and her face was pushed into the slick material of the tub.

The Psycho turned on the water and plugged the drain. He watched as the tub started filling slowly and looked at his captive, still blindfolded, naked and her hands stuck to her waist, her ankles secured together and to the back of her thighs, her knees spread with a spreader bar which connected to a chain coming down from the ceiling forcing her legs up and her back to bend. The arrangement meant she could not turn to be on her back instead, she could not get out of the tub either or even lift her head above the highest possible water level. Her face would soon be covered in water.

"Its too bad Sam, I was really enjoying torturing you and was going to break you soon." He said as he reached between her legs and teased her sensitive and overstimulated sex again and he continued "but unfortunately my other half is too weak and pathetic and way too deep in love with you" He continued in the gruff emotionless tone distorted by the mask and he continued to play with her, his finger sliding into her and he explained "As long as you're alive, he will not be a man..... Goodbye Sam, your death will be what he needs to get his shit together." He said plainly and then continued to tease her and watch her struggle as the tub very slowly filled with water. He wanted to keep watching to make sure she chokes to death.

Soon, the water was at the level of her mouth, but her nose was still able to be above water level if she bent her head back as much as she could. He thought about reaching over to push her head underwater, but this was better, this was a slow torture, much better than a quick one as he continued to masturbate her in a sick way while her life counts down.

A minute or so later, her nose was also underwater and she had no way of pulling her head above water level to breathe. He watched her struggle and struggle, survival instinct kicking in, but not achieving much. All throughout, his finger was inside her, his unwelcome touch there till the very end.

Soon, she stopped struggling and her body went limp. The Psycho pulled his finger out and was ready to get up and leave............. That's when it happened, Josh snapped back in control and jumped to her aid, he immediately pulled her head above water with a rough grip on her hair, stretching her back unnaturally. He did not care about being gentle now, he needed to save her life.

Josh held her head above water with one hand, the other hand releasing the chain and he pulled her out of the water. He fumbled with her ankle restraints to free them from her thighs so he can lay her down on the ground on her back and perform CPR. He started recalling his training and put his hands on her chest between her breasts and started chest compressions, he thanked Chris in his head for bullying him into taking a CPR class with him a couple years ago and was going to thoroughly thank him if that boring training ends up saving his love's life.

Josh fervently performed the chest compressions racking his brain to remember the next step "Come on, come on, come on Sam, don't do this to me!". He continued the compressions for a few seconds and then it clicked and he remembered "Hang in there Sam, please don't go!" He said desperately and then he tilted Sam's head up and lifted her chin. He pinched her nose closed and then breathed in her mouth, once and again watching her chest rise "FUCK! come on Sam, stay with me, wake up!" and then he restarted chest compressions and immediately Sam coughed up what seemed to him like a full tub worth of water. Josh tilted her head, so she could spit all the water out and held her tight as she regained consciousness and coughed.

When she was breathing again, Josh fell down leaning against the tub and started hyperventilating and freaking out "Oh thank God, oh ..... oh shit, oh thank you CPR course...... oh I am so happy you're not dead.......oh fuck me...... what have I done" Josh said and collapsed knowing Sam was alive......
 
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