One Man's Darkness- Closed for KamaKamaSutra

[darkwarrioress57]

“Ready for a refill?”

Ree nibbled on her lower lip as she thought. What was he up to? Why was he being so damn nice? He had just beaten the hell out of her ass. He was waiting for her to answer him. She glanced at his mask and wondered for the millionth time who the fuck he was.

“Ummm. Sure. I’ll take a refill. We’re having chicken so, I’ll have a little more of the white.”

She held out her glass for him to refill and she quickly added, “ Please. Sorry.”

Was he trying to get her drunk? Did he have some ulterior motive? He must have. This quick change of face just didn’t add up. Blood was rushing through her veins as her mind tried to fathom out his current intent. Was he planning on beating her again? Had he enjoyed doing so the first time? She knew she couldn’t prevent him from doing so, if that was his intent. How could she defend herself? Her eyes darted to her silverware. Her fingers tightened on them. No. He wasn’t stupid. He would remove the utensils before then. Her fingers relaxed. Ree cut another piece of chicken and raised it to her lips. Her neck was encased in a collar and that collar was attached to a chain. God only knows what he could do with that.

“Are you from around here?” She asked curiously and casually before eating her chicken.

 

[KamaKamaSutra]

“That’s quite alright, manners are important, and we forget them so easily in this day and time. Thank you for your apology”

He noticed her toy with her silverware, it was interesting to see her work through it, the tension building then leaving her. The chain rattled when she ate, but also, she almost seemed to flex against the collar. She was aware of its prescience. Knowing the power, it holds. Or lack thereof. He smiled as she continued to eat, the knife and fork no longer a weapon but merely a device to eat with. He cut the last bite of his own meal and slipped it into his mouth. The last bite was as good as the first in his mind, perhaps better due to what comes next.

“You grew up in a small town, didn’t you? You were the talk of the town I’m sure. Well, we aren’t so different in that regard. Different time, different place, different people. But we are similar in that way. Its why I know you so well…”

The lie was unnecessary perhaps, he had all the power. But keeping her guessing would ensure she was confused and scared. His hand moved into the small pocket of his jeans. There was a small packet of powder there. Turning in his hand, he slowly pulled it out. Opening the small flap before bringing it up to her eye level. A small puff of wind from his lungs and the powder floated across the space between them. She looked panicked as he did it, she freaked out slightly when the powder hit her face, then just over a minute later she was calm simply sitting there, aware but placid.

He had slipped the drug in his pocket earlier in the day, it was one of the things he had ordered from online. A drug from central America called The Devils Breath. A simple seed there is processed into the powder. It doesn’t do what some drugs do, it doesn’t make you want to do things or see things. The effects of it are much better, it strips your ability to say no. Once you're under its influence you lose your free will. You can be directed to do almost anything under its spell. He had ordered a good bit of it, all in perfect doses for what he wanted to do. A larger dose could strip the memory from the time they were under it as well, but he wanted it to be light enough, so she could remember it. Standing up he picked up their plates, placing them on the workbench, he turned and opened the cabinet resting in the bottom shelf, was a large block of wood. It was carved into a body rest. The stool twisted on itself before providing a flat top and base. It had come from a popular site for handcrafted goods. Walking back to her, her eyes still aware but glazed as he told her to move back. She scooted obediently as he placed the wood rest down and reaching up grabbed her chains. He pulled them down and locked the securing straps around her wrist. Locking them in place, he looked down at her. He chuckled and leaned down to her. Looking her dead in the eye before speaking.

“I wonder what it feels like to know how powerless you are. I’m going to take you. I want you to know before it happens. I’m going to use your mouth. Your ass. Your tight little cunt. I’m going to use you in every way I see fit. Do you want to know the best part? You're going to allow me to do it. I could have strapped you down. Let you fight and scream, but now? Now you’re mine. I get to enjoy you. Watch as your mind tries to rip its way out and make your body do anything other than what I want it to do.”

Standing back up, he took a step back and returned to the cabinet. Taking a few things off the shelf, an O-ring, a marker, and a medium sized butt plug and lube. The O-ring was a device for her mouth, a leather strap with a double metal ring to keep her mouth from closing. Standing in front of her, he lifted her head up in his hand the device hanging from the other.

“Open your mouth”

Her compliance was a non-issue as her mouth hung slack as he placed the ring in it and yanked the straps hard. Locking it in place behind her head. She couldn’t close her mouth now, just in case she came too faster than he expected. Didn’t want any mishaps if she bit down. He moved around her, taking the cap off the marker. He marked her face first an arrow pointing to her open mouth. He yanked her chain, pulling her up to her feet. He walked around her, staring at her naked body. Kneeling he placed a hand on her ass. His thumb between her cheeks as he spread her, so he could see her puckered hole. The felt tip touched the skin of her lower back. Another arrow bleeds from the marker pointing down to her tight sphincter, the arms of the arrow curving over her cheeks. Turning her around with his hand, her spinning to his touch like a display in the store, stopping her so her sex was in front of him. He drew three arrows spaced in an arch over her stomach, each one pointed down to her sex. He would continue to add to his artwork. He wanted her to be able to remember her reactions to his touch for a few days. Resting on his haunches he looked at her, smiling at the face his first time with her was coming closer.

“Lay across that block, put it in the center of your stomach and put your hands to your sides.”

As she complied he walked behind her, unbuttoning his jeans and spreading her legs with his. His cock hard in his hand as he ran it between her cheeks. He leaned over her speaking to her from behind.

“Welcome to hell.”

The lube was cold as he squirted it unceremoniously onto her, the thick gel oozing down her curves and between her thighs. The head of his cock pressed against her hole, the slightest resistance as he pushed past it into her.

 

[darkwarrioress57]

His movements caught her eye and she lowered her utensils slowly, letting them fall to her plate. What the….. he blew some sort of powder into her face, making her head jerk backwards instinctively but it was too late, the powder settled into her lungs and it didn’t take very long for it to go into effect. Her mind went sort of…. woozy. She knew what was going on but her body failed to obey her.

He removed their dishes and as he did so, she silently cursed herself. She had let her guard down and he had scooped up the moment. He returned with a large block of wood. The base of it was carved in twists and turns. A beautiful piece actually. There was a flat top to it. He told her to scoot back and her body simply obeyed his command. How could it obey him but not herself? He put the chains on her wrists and then bent down to her eye level. Through his mask, his eyes met hers and in his, she saw a devil.

“I wonder what it feels like to know how powerless you are. I’m going to take you. I want you to know before it happens. I’m going to use your mouth. Your ass. Your tight little cunt. I’m going to use you in every way I see fit. Do you want to know the best part? You're going to allow me to do it. I could have strapped you down. Let you fight and scream, but now? Now you’re mine. I get to enjoy you. Watch as your mind tries to rip its way out and make your body do anything other than what I want it to do.”

His words rang in her ears. A sense of panic filled her. Yet, all she could do was sit there. His words were evil. Some far part of her mind wondered if she could actually claim rape. If what he claimed was true, she couldn’t, wouldn’t fight him. Surely, it was nothing more than rape…. wasn’t it?

“Open your mouth”

His hand lifted her head. Her eyes found the device in his other hand. Her mouth went slack and her eyes spoke volumes of what she thought of him as he placed that rather large “O-ring” between her lips, forcing her mouth to stay open. He yanked on the straps, rather hard before securing it behind her head. There wasn’t a sound she could make, other than deep in her throat. He squatted down in front of her, taking a marker to her face. Again, she wanted to jerk back and couldn’t. How dare he mark her face? But her face wasn’t the last of it. As if that wasn’t humiliating enough, he yanked on her chains, pulling her to her feet. He walked behind her and then she felt him spread her ass cheeks apart. She felt the softness of the marker on her lower back. Ree could only imagine what he was drawing now. Then he was spinning her around, making her head spin with it. The marker went back to work. The muscles in her stomach tightened in protest. He sat back on his heels, looking smug. God, she wanted to slap that smile off his face.

“Lay across that block, put it in the center of your stomach and put your hands to your sides.”

She wanted to resist. She tried to resist. It did no good. The drug was thoroughly in her system by now. Her mind was a bit woozy, as if it was buried in a fog yet she was aware of everything he said and did. She found herself complying, lying on the block, on her stomach, centered on the damn thing like some sort of damn pagan sacrifice. He moved behind her, spreading her legs with his own. Never had she felt so helpless. So lacking in any kind of control. Her body jerked slightly and her heart rate accelerated tremendously as she felt his cock between her ass cheeks…. Oh dear god… he wasn’t going to….

She felt the heat of his body against her back as he leaned over her. Felt the hardness of his cock press against the length of her ass crack.

“Welcome to hell.”

He squirted lube over the curve of her ass. The cold shock of it spread down between her cheeks and oozed further down, slipping into the folds of her vagina.

Oh dear sweet god…. No…. her mind screamed. The only sound that came from her throat was a gurgle of protest as she felt the head of his cock spear her. It unerringly found her tight bud and pressed forward. She remembered well what came next. One night, some time ago while they were still in high school, Stephen wanted to fuck her. There. She was reluctant to let him. They had argued. He didn’t want to wear a condom and neither of them wanted her to get pregnant. He plied her with her favorite alcohol, got her drunk and got her to agree to try it. The minute he pressed the head of his cock to her tight hole, spreading it slightly, she reared up, turned and smacked him, telling him never again…..

She wanted to buck against it, against him and was powerless to stop it. To stop him. She laid there, beneath him, the width of his cockhead pressing into her. Spreading her tight hole. Sounds of pain gurgled in her throat as he relentlessly pressed inward. Her tight sphincter spread to accommodate him. The pain was horrid. Silent tears slipped from her eyes. It didn’t take long for him to break through. To take the only virginity she had left. Her ass burned as the length of him slid deeper inside the tight heat of her ass, filling her in a way she had never experienced before. There was a fullness as he pushed inward. She felt like he reached into the very depths of her body. Maybe it was the drug…. Maybe it was some small, dark part of herself that she released…. Her body slowly relaxed now that he had spread her tight hole around his cock. The tears dried up…. Her ass pressed upward and back against him, inviting him to bury himself into the dark, sinful place. Maybe it was a good thing he had inserted the O-ring into her mouth or she might have found herself begging him to fuck her.

 

[KamaKamaSutra]

He felt himself push into her, the resistance he had felt up till that point giving away and the glorious sight of himself slipping inch by inch into her last bastion of decency. He had claimed something there even if he wasn’t fully aware of it yet. His fingers dug into her waist, pushing her hips back as he let her squirm around him. For a moment he thought she pushed back to him. The thought thrilled him and his hips swayed back enjoying the feeling of her sphincter trying to squeeze him and push him out at the same time. He watched her asshole stretch around him till the rim of his cock head was peaking out of her flesh. His hand reached for the leather strap that wrapped around her head, grabbing it his yanked her head back and slammed his cock into her. His balls slapped against her pussy lips, the lube and more leaving a wet cool feeling on them after each contact. He pulled back on her as he pushed into her, opposite ends each full of tension even as she made animalistic sounds. His cock twitched and throbbed inside her, the heat and pressure of her cavity drove his senses over the edge. He pulled out just in time to calm himself down. He wasn’t going to waste this moment with simply filling her ass with cum.

“Do not move, keep your head straight and when I tell you to use your tongue”
He gave commands from behind her, watching her movements slower than normal but with focus and purpose. The sight games him a thrill as the marker was unsheathed once more. He inhaled sharply filling his lungs with air and the acidic smell of the marker. The tip ran along her skin along the shaft of the arrow. The words covered her skin, stretching down her lower back and onto her ass.

CLAIMED

I LOVED IT

WHORE

Once his art installation was finished, he walked around her, his fingertips trailing along her skin. Her head was perfectly still with her eyes wide as he walked in front of her. He cupped her chin, his cock stood out for her, the tip still coated in lube as he pushed it into her mouth. He had made sure when the rings came in, but his cock fit with a bit snugly but easily into the rings. The tip of his cock rested toward the back of her mouth.

“Clean it”

For a moment he wondered if the drug had worn off, but her tongue started to work up and down his shaft and around the tip of his cock. It wasn’t as nice as other blow jobs he had gotten, but something about this one was quickly pushing him toward his climax. His hips rocked back and forth as she worked. He didn’t realize he was pushing quite so far till she gagged, and he felt her throat clench around his cock. Looking down the tears streamed down her face as he pulled himself from her. Leaning down he came to eye level with her.

“Good Girl, I’m going to fuck your cunt now. I’m not using a condom. I’m going to cum inside you and with a bit of luck, you’ll get pregnant. This is why you’re here. I told you I wanted to fix you; I’m going to teach you so many things. But first I’m going to take everything from you. I wonder if you’ll have so much pride when your perfect body is lost. “

Standing his hand reached behind her head, and unclasped the belt holding the ring in, her body rejected it quickly and it clinked to the floor. He traced his path back behind her, running his hand in between her ass and dipping a finger in the gaping hole. Her ass made a wet sound as it squeezed his finger before he pulled it out. Positioning himself between her thighs he ran his cock up and down her slit. Her pussy quivered around it and a small string of excitement trailed between him and her.

“I think this little whore likes this. Well, I’m glad I took the ring out then.”

He paused and scooted closer his hands spreading her thighs wider to the point that her muscles would be strained. His breathing and heart rate quickened. It was taking everything not to take her but an important admission needed to happen first.

“Tell me what your little fucked up whore brain really wants”

 

[darkwarrioress57]

“Do not move, keep your head straight and when I tell you to, use your tongue”

His words resounded in her mind and all she could do was comply with his instruction even while she was wondering what he had in store for her next. Something foul came to her mind, but she rejected it. Surely he wouldn’t degrade her that much.

The next thing she felt was the felt tip marker, smelt its acrid scent just before she felt its tip on her skin again. He was writing something else. Apparently she was to become his personal tablet. She felt, more than she actually saw him until he came into her line of vision. His fingertips trailed along her skin, making her skin ripple with his touch. He cupped her chin even as he pushed his filthy cock into her mouth.

“Clean it.”

Mentally she shuddered. They both knew where his cock had just been. Slamming into her ass. Silently she couldn’t believe that he had almost made her cum but doing that, but he had. She wondered if he realized that or if he was, at the moment, too full of himself. The drug, she thought, was wearing off, but it still held her in thrall. Her tongue slid up and down the underside and along the sides of his still ridged length. He started shoving his cock back and forth along her tongue, each time burying himself deeper in her throat until he made her gag. Just when her jaw muscles started to protest the treatment of the O-ring, he pulled out but not before the tears had fallen from her eyes. He lowered himself until he was eye level with her.

“Good Girl, I’m going to fuck your cunt now. I’m not using a condom. I’m going to cum inside you and with a bit of luck, you’ll get pregnant. This is why you’re here. I told you I wanted to fix you; I’m going to teach you so many things. But first I’m going to take everything from you. I wonder if you’ll have so much pride when your perfect body is lost. “

Until this point, her eyes had been avoiding his but with this pronouncement, her eyes shot straight to his. Her shock must have been showing in hers. Still in shock over his words, she didn’t feel, at first, his actions of releasing the O-ring. Whether or not she spat it out or it simply fell out, she wasn’t sure at that point. All she could think about was that he planned to fuck her and hopefully make her pregnant. His fingers trailed along her skin, moving backward behind her. She felt them dip into her ass which must have been a still gaping hole after his use of it. She felt him move between her thighs again and felt her body tense up. Waiting. The head of his cock slid up and down between her pussy lips and she tensed up. She tried to make her body move. To shy away from him, but still at this point, she couldn’t do a damn thing. Up until now, she thought he had only been making threats. Now, she wasn’t so sure. He kept calling her a whore. She wasn’t. Not really. For a moment, her mind tripped over al the teenage boys she had teased in movie theatres and darkened parking lots. Stephen had been the only one at that point. Until she had gotten out of school. Even then, there hadn’t been that many men. Not by today’s standards at least.

“Tell me what your little fucked up whore brain really wants”

Her throat, still a little coated with lubricant, made her voice a little clogged.

“I want you to rot in hell, you son of a bitch.”

She had made the mistake of letting her guard down. He had made it easy for her to do that. No more. Never again. He couldn’t be trusted. She had to remember that she was his prisoner and she had to constantly look for a way to escape.

 

[KamaKamaSutra]

Her words had a bite, the drugs must have started to wear off, but that was not such a bad thing. He chuckled, if she could spit such stinging words, she could get herself off the stool. He hadn’t locked her arms down that tightly and she hadn’t even attempted to try her restraints. He smiled at what all that could mean. Slamming himself into her, he felt her body tense then give up to him, he buried himself in her before gripping her hips and holding her still as he spoke.

“Let’s burn together then”

Probing fingers spread her cheeks as he thrust into her, watching her body tense as her ass hole tried to tighten from his gaze. A bit of lube dribbled out of the dark hole as his cock stretched her cunt around it. His hips pounded into her, he didn’t care if she liked it or not at this point. He did, and he was going to use her till he was spent. He slapped her ass, leaving red marks first then watching as they turned darker as the skin bruised under his hand. She would remember this fucking. His mind burned hotter the more he stretched her around him, every stroke a new violation. Every little buck and whimper from her throat a cry for release, more, for it to end, it became his favorite sound in the world. His fingers grabbed her waist, slamming himself into her as her ass pressed against him. His cock throbbing inside her as his head pressed against the deepest part of her. His seed came in heavy spurts, lobbing thick ropes of cum into her. He could feel the pressure around his cock building as his breathing came in heavy chest falls. He relaxed his grip, looking down at the discolored skin where his fingertips dug into her. Pulling himself out, leaving a trail of juices from the tip of his cock to her pussy. He uncapped the marker and wrote the date on her ass. It was good to document packaging dates. Walking away from her, he left her chained and resting on the stool. She couldn’t break free even if the chain she was on gave her a bit more freedom to move. He left the basement after turning the light off and locking the door.

Once back in his kitchen, he fell to his knees. The reality of what he had done hit him. Was that really him, had he always had that inside him? Why had he enjoyed it!? His voice was cold when it broke the tension in the air, almost a stranger’s words.

“No going back now…”

Turning he looked at the board with the sins written in a neat list. He marked through pride she still had some. But now she would forever be stained by this night, she would never get to that same level of pride that made her so cruel to those she didn’t deem worthy. Dropping the marker to the floor, the plastic echoing off the tile he headed to bed. Exhausted he collapsed into it without showering, her juices still coating his cock.

 

[darkwarrioress57]

“Let’s burn together then”

His words echoed through her head. Her feelings were confused at the moment. She hated him. Hated that he had her locked up. Hated even more that he was trying to teach her a “lesson” or lessons of some sort. Detested him for making use of her body so freely without her consent. She was disgusted that he had used some drug on her, that took away her free will. She could feel his fingers digging into her hips as he slammed his rigid cock into her pussy. Damn him! Damn him to hell! Ree couldn’t get his other words out her head. He was trying to get her pregnant….. but why? He thought to ruin her figure? His cock didn’t simply stroke in and out of her, he used force. She felt humiliated that he was stretching her ass cheeks apart to stare at her gaping ass. She couldn’t see his eyes. Was he feeling smug now?

She felt him cum hard. The heat of his seed spraying her insides and there was nothing she could do but pray she didn’t get pregnant. She wasn’t ready to have a child and it shouldn’t be forced on her by some strange man that thought she deserved it. The head of his cock pressed against her cervix and she whined in protest. Then it was done. Over. He left her belly down on the block as he stumbled back upstairs. Once she was sure he was gone, she simply lay here, trying to comprehend what had just happened to her. Ree wasn’t sure how long she laid there, her ass in the air. Her pussy leaking his sperm. She cautiously tried to move And found she once again had command of her limbs. Lifting herself off the block and standing, she stared down at it then bent and pushed it over. Using her foot she gave it a shove and watched as it rolled across the room. She retreated to her bed and curled up upon it, wishing she could bathe. She could remove the memory of his body using hers but while he had marked her physically with a marker, it was the deeper concern that he had claimed her in the most primitive way possible. She drew up her knees to her chest and hugged them with her arms as she gently began to rock herself. She was only slightly aware of the tears spilling down her cheeks.

 

[KamaKamaSutra]

Dawn came far too soon for his liking, the sun was already high when he awoke, the room stifling. He reached to rub the sleep from his eyes only to feel the thick leather mask in his way. He had forgotten to take it off the night before, sighing he peeled it from his face. The difference from inside the mask to the air in his bedroom was drastic. The thing would need to be cleaned today, there was no way he was putting that back on till it smelled better. Standing up, the strain from the night before started to creak as he moved. It wasn’t physically taxing, but the mental stress of what he did was weighing on him some. His feet shuffled across the floor to the bathroom, turning the shower on and testing it with his hand till it was the correct temperature. Stepping in, his hand found its way down to his manhood, it was still sticky with her, and his cock stiffened in his hand. The water poured down onto him as he cleaned himself, the evidence washing off him and down the drain.

Fully dressed and most of the groans worked out of his muscles he stood in front of the stove, making a bit of breakfast he hummed a popular song on the radio that he didn’t even know he knew the beat too. He sat at the table, looking at the list as he ate.

• Pride – Progress
• Envy
• Greed
• Wrath
• Lust
• Gluttony
• Sloth

He had taken her pride, he thought about it and he had taken her gluttony as well. She was stripped naked and denied everything she valued. She couldn't do anything to excess now, he wouldn't allow it so already the sin was dealt with. He mentally checked it off the list. Greed came next, she could still be greedy, but it would do her no good to want anything here. She would be broken from that in time. Envy, Lust, Wrath, Sloth were left. She was envious of those with freedom, wrath was going to be against him, she hated him, he was sure of that. But he could fix that as well, even if she didn’t want it. Lust and Sloth, he was imposing sloth on her, maybe in time, he could use her to clean and do small things around the house. Lust….he thought he would keep that one. Cleaning his plate off and dropping it into the sink he walked to his office space, he checked in with his office. They were still accepting of his absence but had sent him a few messages about thoughts and some issues. He answered them and thanked his superiors for understanding his absence. His thoughts turned to his new project in the basement and he flipped over to a private browser. The VPN would protect his IP as he searched so there was less risk as long as he stayed away from some of the seedier sites. He read a few forums about fantasy slavery, mainly BDSM themed but they gave him some wonderful ideas. Most of them had a disclaimer that they would be hesitant to try some of the more extreme techniques on conditioning and obedience training. But, he was free to do with her as he wished, they were already too far in to worry about such trivial things.

With dogs, a shock collar could be used to train, he wondered if it would work for her. He placed an order for a model that you could set a boundary that would administer it would automatically administer a shock if the animal stepped across it. It came with a remote and was a good bit smaller than many models he looked at. Apparently, some of the reviews were from pet owners that had tried it in solidarity with their pets. The results could range from a gentle shock to a breathtaking pain. He overnighted it, paying with his separate PayPal funded by bitcoin. He also ordered a few new items, he spent a few hundred on toys and hardware. He was particularly excited about a wooden pillory that he ordered. It could be connected to chains or attached to a stand that came with it. The fun he could have with it. The day was cooling off and he wondered what the little thing in the basement was doing now, retrieving his mask, pulling it over his face he descended into the basement, or maybe her own personal hell was a better description.

 

[darkwarrioress57]

Some how, at some time, she had fallen asleep but the soft creak from the door at the top of the stairs, woke her. She didn’t move, only breathed softly. Ree had no idea what he was going to do to her next. Right now, all she felt was demoralized. Her body felt not only invaded and abused, but broken. Behind closed eyelids, all she did was think as she heard his footsteps descend. The man had a beef and for whatever reason, he had picked her to take it out on. But why her? Had she only been in the wrong place at the wrong time or what? All she knew was that she wanted her daddy. She wanted him to hold her and tell her this had all just been a bad dream. Ree drew a deep breath into her body and held it, letting it out slowly. She had to get a grip. She could feel herself wanting to cry again and she was damned if this asshole was going to see her in tears and broken. Using the back of her hand, she swiped at her face, making sure there were no tears. Her naked back was to him.

She didn’t hear him. He hadn’t spoken yet. Was he admiring his handy work? Admiring the writing on her body as if she had been his damn personal chalkboard? She had never encountered a human being who had ever treated her like he had last night. She had never treated another human being that way in her life. Something inside her broke. Slowly, she got to her knees, where she stayed for a moment then catching a breath, Ree slowly drew herself up to her feet and lifted her head, her chin notching up a bare level as she turned to face him. Her shoulders squared as her eyes sought his. Was she in for more of what he had subjected her to last night? Let him bring it.

Inside, she was quivering, full of fear but she couldn’t let that fear get the better of her. Her heart as pounding so hard she was afraid it was just going to stop. She could hear the blood rushing through her veins. She felt dirty. And filthy. Ashamed. Angry. Fearful. Let this….this… man do his worst. She refused to let him see how much he had dehumanized her.

“So… what’s it going to be today?”

It took everything in her to be able to spit those words out without faltering. Without showing fear.

 

[KamaKamaSutra]

The light switch clicked as he passed, the lights humming to life. She stared back at him, a small resistance holding her head upright. The marker running in dark lines across her skin showed how her skin was losing some of the sun-kissed glow it once had. The darkness around her was slowly leaching the light from her and that hurt and thrilled him simultaneously somehow. Pushing that conflict down as he approached her, a hand reaching out of the closing into a fist. Sending a shiver through the chain as his fingers tightened around it. Down the chain went, clenched in unyielding fingers as her body fought, but still the chain went lower. He watched as her legs resisted, then the right followed by the left started to bend. Soon she was on her knees, her eyes forced to look at the floor by the chain or shame, he couldn’t fully tell.

“This will work for now; you are not to speak to me as if you are my equal. I own you; you are mine now.”

He let his grip go from the chain, his fingers flexed uncomfortably. He didn’t realize how tightly he was squeezing just then. The chain dangled from the ceiling shaking back and forth from the lack of tension. Walking over to the cabinet, he picked up a MRE, this one had chili and macaroni, with a Gatorade type drink and a sponge cake for dessert. Tossing it to the floor, it skidded the last foot to her coming to a rest at her knees.

“Show me you can learn what I expect to from you, and you can have better food again. You may eat once I close the door. Finish your food.”

His footfalls echoed through the basement, before stopping as he was halfway up. A thought crossed his mind, as he called back down into the room.

“I’ll be back tonight, be in that position and ready for me.”

He turned, and walked up to the stairs, closing the stairway off once more. Taking off the mask he tossed it to the counter and started prepping his own meal. He thought he would have an easy meal tonight. Maybe a BLT with home fries.

 

[darkwarrioress57]

She flinched as he reached out. She hated herself for doing so but given the past twenty-four hours, it was understandable. It took her a moment to realize that he was grabbing her chains, not reaching out to hit her. Her relief was short lived as he easily brought her to her knees. She didn’t dare look anywhere but at the floor. For him to see her anger and her frustration was something she was determined to avoid.

“This will work for now; you are not to speak to me as if you are my equal. I own you; you are mine now.”

His words rang in her ears making her clench her teeth. Ree wanted to lift her head and tell him what she thought of his belief. She wanted to yell at him and tell him that he didn’t own her. She hadn’t given him her freedom, he had stolen it. She was his equal. They were human beings. He only held the upper hand through strength and appropriated means.

Her eyes followed the dark brown sealed packet as it skittered across the floor toward her. Inwardly she groaned. Not those again. It was followed by a mental sigh and a sense of resignation. She wasn’t sure what she had done exactly to earn this treatment again. Oh wait…. Maybe it was because she had let her guard down and thought of him as a human being instead of a monster. She made no effort to reach for the pouch.

“Show me you can learn what I expect to from you, and you can have better food again. You may eat once I close the door. Finish your food. I’ll be back tonight, be in that position and ready for me.”

His orders chafed her but she refrained from answering him back. Barely. She listened for his retreat from the room. The opening and closing of the door at the top of the stairs before she even thought to move. Gathering the food pouch she sat on her makeshift bed. At least he hadn’t taken that from her. Yet. As she used her teeth to open the container with her meal in it, she wondered who was he more upset with? Her or himself. There was no one likely answer to that. All Ree knew for sure was that she would force this disgusting food down her throat, leave the wrappings tidily on the pouch and off to one side and prepare herself for his return.

 

[KamaKamaSutra]

His meal was satisfying, if a little bland, he had skipped some of the more flavorful options during prep. But the combination of a full stomach and the recliner that felt like it may swallow him was amazing and his eyes struggled to stay focused till sleep took him for a moment. The dream he had was intense. Jackson Pollock would have been proud of the abstractness of it, the colors, forms trying to form then exploding into splashes of sensations. A frenzied dance that mimicked the hunt of a predator and prey, then the turn into something sexual, then to nothing. Jamie woke up with a strain in his jeans, adjusting he stood up, a bewildered look on his face as he stared back at the chair as if it was in some way to blame for it. Looking around to find something familiar to re-center his reality around, on the counter, just visible through the pass-through, the mask. His hands gripped it tightly, the leather smell as it fell over his face. The door creaked, then the stairs groaned under him as he made his way down. The confusion of his dream falling away as the surety of himself took over. He was at the base of the stairs, looking over at his project. If she could see his eyes, they weren’t full of hate the opposite if all were being honest. He looked at her with love, the kind of love you have for a new hobby, one that gives your days purpose and one you look forward to seeing what the end result will be. His tongue rolled the words out firm, deep and smooth. It wasn’t the voice Jamie was familiar with, it was like looking into a deep pool. The surface was smooth and reflective, but the darkness underneath…

“Reanna”

 

[darkwarrioress57]

“Reanna”

Ree gave a little jump in her skin. She hadn’t heard him come downstairs. She gave him a wary look. What did he want with her now? A small shudder rolled down her spine as she again remembered what she had so recently endured. Her eyes widened as she remembered something else as well. Something that she had forgotten. His words came to mind.

“Good Girl, I’m going to fuck your cunt now. I’m not using a condom. I’m going to cum inside you and with a bit of luck, you’ll get pregnant. This is why you’re here. I told you I wanted to fix you; I’m going to teach you so many things. But first I’m going to take everything from you. I wonder if you’ll have so much pride when your perfect body is lost. “

Her hands went to her flat stomach, fingers spreading across the surface of her skin. Had he done it? Had he gotten her pregnant? She had been on the pill but it had been how long now since he had taken her from her car? How many days had gone by and she had had no access to her birth control pills? This sort of thing had never been an issue with her before. Ree had always taken her pills religiously so she had no idea of how long their effectiveness lasted. Her eyes closed as she looked down at the floor. Please, please, please…. Don’t let her be pregnant.

Why did this… this monster want her to be pregnant? Was it simply to take control away from her? Was it to prove his own fertility? Was it the idea of watching her body change, grow huge with a child? Watch as stretch marks formed on her smooth belly and breasts. The idea of such a thing happening…. Something she didn’t ask for…. The whole reality of it…. And if she wasn’t pregnant from this? Would he continue to try to make her so? This nightmare kept getting worse.

Her name left his lips as he came downstairs. She didn’t move from where she was kneeling. Her whole body ached from his abuse. She felt dirty and she could smell him on her skin. She wanted a bath. Desperately. She was also upset with herself. Something had happened to her when he was penetrating her ass. For a moment or so, she had enjoyed it. The feel of him pushing inside of her dark, tight, warmth. The heat of him spreading her tiny hole around his girth. Initially, it hurt but then, as he pushed in and out, each time going deeper inside her, she had gotten turned on. She was confused. How could that happen? She hated him. Hated that he had forced himself on her. Hated that he had marked her not only with a black marker but with himself. She didn’t understand. She didn’t want to understand.

He was her enemy and she would do anything to escape him. Anything…. Well, maybe, almost anything.

 

[KamaKamaSutra]

He turned and moved slow admiring her, she was in position waiting for him, the trash from her meal was in a neat pile beside her. Picking up the trash can near his counter, he brought it closer and tilted it. Pointing at the trash.

“Throw it away…”

He paused to give space for him to continue if she chose to argue. She started to stand, but he cleared his throat and she slowly turned her head toward him.

“On your knees...”

She turned and picked up the trash with her hands, holding it in her clenched fist, as she eventually made her way toward him. Once the trash was placed in the bin, he motioned for her to return to her place. Watching her slowly turn, her ass cheeks parting as her legs moved back and forth. Her hole was a little wider than it had been, the flesh had turned a light red as her body attempted to heal where he had taken her. He smiled as the marker moved with her motion, the arrows shifting back and forth. It reminded him of those neon signs you saw on the roadside so often, an arrow pointing to where you wanted to be. Today wasn’t the day for him however, he had taken her and caused her body a tremendous amount of stress. If he wanted her to have a chance of becoming pregnant he wanted to ensure her body wasn’t completely shut down. Today was about pleasure, she would fight it of course. It was still forced pleasure, but the positive would outweigh the negative stress hopefully. He turned and walked toward the cabinet holding his toys, opening a drawer, each toy placed in a custom cut out in the foam filling the drawer. He selected a small plug and insertable vibrator both with a remote function, the lube, leather fur lined hand and ankle cuffs came next.

She protested when she saw his plan, but he worked in silence, only apply force to her body when he needed to make his commands clear. His hand wrapped around the chain lifting her to her feet, silently he turned her. Holding the anal plug in his hand, he spread her cheek and used his finger to lube her rapidly puckering hole. He smirked as she tried to pull away from him for a moment before the plug sank into her body. Reaching through her legs, slapping her thighs to make her spread wider, he lubed her sex before sinking two fingers into her. Holding her open he pushed the pink vibrator into her, the remote antenna dangling from her core. He grabbed her wrist, a small fight as she tried to pull away. The fight was ended at the back of his hand colliding with her cheek. Pulling both her hands behind her back, he cuffed them together. Kneeling he clicked the ankle cuffs on her as well. Reaching above her, he pulled a second chain down from the ceiling, his hand in her hair he yanked her down to her knees. The dangling chain he connected to her wrist cuffs. Tightening them her arms were pulled up, straining her shoulders. Realizing he had forgotten something, he walked back to the cabinet. Opening another drawer he pulled a length of chain out. A moment later her ankles were lifted, bending her legs at the knees. The chain connected to through the wrist cuffs chain and then to each leg creating a V with the piece of chain. Pushing down on her ankles to test the tension, she groaned as her arms were pulled down, the chain holding them up growing tighter as the two forces competed. He smiled under the mask and let her feet return to the resting position, the slack returning to the chain. Moving around her, he let his fingers caress her body before seeing her ass had slowly pushed the toy almost all the way out. Pushing it in and giving her ass a slap that left a red mark where each of his fingers connected he returned to the cabinet. Opening the stand up one where he kept the MRE’s in the bottom were a few pairs of women's panties. Not the sexiest pair, but would do for now. Returning to her, he cursed her for trying to sneak it out of her as he had to undo some of the chains to slip the panties on. Cinching them tight, he could see the vibrators antenna sticking out the side of them as they became a thong running up through her cheeks. Re-fixing the chains and cuffs, he pulled a phone out of his pocket and stood in front of her.

“You were a very good girl. You were in position and you cleaned up your trash. I have a present for you.”

His finger flicked the app for the vibrators and he slowly raised the intensity as he watched her body begin to react. He spoke as he turned and walked away.

“When you decide that the pleasure is worth more than your defiance I’ll let you take a bath. Oh…If you cum without asking I’ll leave those little toys on till you can't cum anymore.”

He walked to the top of the stairs and shut the door without leaving the basement. Silently he sat with his back against the wall on the top step. Listening to her curses and waiting for the moment she gave in. As he waited, he thought about new things to do with her, and what exactly the next few months would bring. He couldn’t wait for the shock collar….

 

[darkwarrioress57]

He stopped to pick up a trashcan nearby and came toward her.

“Throw it away…”

As she made to rise and do as he said, he stopped her. Trash in hand, she turned to look at him.

“On your knees...”

Why was he doing this to her? Hadn’t he humiliated her enough as it is? Apparently not. Not wanting to see what an act of defiance would get her and determining that this, was not worth fighting over, she rose up on her knees and came toward him on her knees. The hard, rough concrete scrapped the skin of her knees but she bit down on her lip to keep from making a sound.

He was watching her. She could feel his eyes on her. Was he admiring his handiwork, she wondered. Probably so. He was a man and he had the upper hand. Ree threw the trash in the can and he gestured for her to return back the way she came. She did so silently, keeping a wary eye on him as he moved to the cabinet in the room. Now what? She wondered as she repositioned herself on her bedding and waited. As he turned back toward her, her eyes widened as she saw what he held. Oh no. Not again. She felt the chain tighten, felt the tug on her neck and got to her feet silently. This was going to happen whether she liked it or not, she knew. Still. She felt his fingers on her ass cheeks and something inside her made her fight against the invasion she knew was coming. She felt the plug part her cheeks and slide into her body. Her fingers tightened into fists. His hands slapped the sides of her thighs making his wishes known. She parted her thighs. She felt the cold lube there. His fingers slipping into her. Then, she felt the small vibrator violate her. She jerked away instinctively. The action got her nowhere. The sting to her cheek stunned her, making her stop fighting. She gave a small soft cry of distress. Before she knew anything else, he had forced her arms behind her back and they were cuffed there. He knelt and secured her ankles as well. Ree’s anger was starting to brew but before she had time to react, his hand was in her hair and he yanked her to her knees. She could feel the plug in her ass start to slip out. She also knew he would not let that stand as he positioned her the way he wanted her. He pushed it back in, his fingers caressing her, making her flinch. Oh please, God…. Don’t let him rape her again. Not now. She heaved a sigh of relief as he left her, but not for long. He came back with a pair of women’s panties and forced her into them.

“You were a very good girl. You were in position and you cleaned up your trash. I have a present for you.”

Oh God… this could not be good.

Then it started. Both vibrators. Inside her. Both were lubed and slick inside her. The intensity of them, started to make her squirm.

“When you decide that the pleasure is worth more than your defiance I’ll let you take a bath. Oh…If you cum without asking I’ll leave those little toys on till you can't cum anymore.”

One of them was bad enough but two? He walked away and she heard the door shut. He was gone. Damn him. She openly cursed him. She twisted in her confinement, but it did little good. She wasn’t sure how long it had taken, but she started to feel the tightening in her lower belly. Her ass muscles squeezed the plug in her ass. No. No. No. This could not be happening to her. She cursed him more. It wasn’t something she could stop but she had to try. Think. Think of something non-sexual. She could feel her pussy tightening around the vibrator. Don’t do it. Please don’t do it. The promise of a warm bath was something she craved. She felt dirty ad unclean. She couldn’t stop it. Her body bowed as her orgasm hit her. It rippled through her body like a rushing river. Her chains jerked with each convulsion. Her body tightened as the orgasm tore threw her. The huge rush of it, settled. With the machines on, it never truly stopped but after all her body had been through in the last twenty-four hours, she could feel the small quivers rippled through her. Her head was flung back as tears flowed from her eyes. A bath now seemed miles away. An impossibility, really.

 

[KamaKamaSutra]

From the top of the stairs he chuckled, she fought but she succumbed, he wondered if she had even though to ask for permission. Maybe next time. With the remotes in his hand, he slowly ticked up the intensity of it. He would make her beg for release, either in pleasure or from pleasure. A flick of his thumb and the setting changed from straight vibration to a rapid pulse spaced between long intense vibrations. He could almost hear the tune in his mind.

He smiled like the devil for the following hours, each one a new sensation for her, enjoying each rattle of the chains and their accompanying sounds form her body. The time on his watch read 5 AM. They had spent most of the night in the basement at this point. Surly her body was at the point of exhaustion if not past it. He had let time slip away form him. He smiled as he walked down the steps. Turning the intensity to full to finish off his decent.

 

[darkwarrioress57]

Just as her body was subsiding, she felt the mechanisms rachet up. Did he know? Had she screamed? Her thoughts were washed away by the flood of feelings she was experiencing. She had never had multiple orgasms before. Her body never totally relaxed before she felt herself heading toward that peak again.

“Noooooo,” she whimpered, “no more….”

But they continued. One orgasm after the other wracked her body until she was reduced to a shaking, dripping mess and had passed out from the fury of it all. Her unconscious body continued to shake in her bindings. When she came to, her body hurt. Her female parts hurt. The vibrators were still buzzing away. She gripped her chains.

“Make them stop,” she managed to call out in a pain ridden voice, “please.”

Reanna didn’t know if he could hear her through a closed door, but she hoped so. Her body was drying out and hurting. Her mind could only focus on the pain now invading her body. She wanted to cry from it all, but there were no tears to help her.

 

[KamaKamaSutra]

He could almost tap his foot to the tune of her moans, whimpers, and cries. It had an odd beauty to it, so many emotions wrapped up in such small pleading words. Then they went silent for a while, only the soft rattle of chains and the muffled humming of the toys could be heard. Then as he was about to stand and check on her.

“Noooooo”

“no more….”

He stood, walking down the steps, making sure to make as little sound as possible. As his feet stepped onto the floor of the basement, he turned as she pleaded more. A quick swipe of the app on the phone and the toys fell silent.

“Make them stop, please.”

She was almost done, he smiled and moved in front of her, holding her head up he showed her the remote. Her face illuminated by the phone's back-light, her eyes were red and puffy but no tears had marked her cheeks yet. His fingers caressed her face as he held her chin. Making sure he was close enough for her to hear him.

"I told you, you had to ask before you came. You disobeyed me. Now, I'm going to give you one more chance to ask before you cum."

His fingers in clear view of her as he moved the little gauge on the toys remote up. The intensity of the vibrations matching his fingers moving up the gauge from green to red. The toys motors increasing along with it, with only a moments delay. He tapped her cheek lightly with his hand as he stood up and turned.

Moving to the wall, he pressed on the release for the tub. While the water filled the tub, and her chains rattled he moved to the cabinet. Pulling out a bath bomb, lavender and chamomile one, as he opened it's packaging the armor filled the air as he dropped it into the filling basin. He stood there watching the smoke like dye turn the water from clear to purple and waited.

 

[darkwarrioress57]

"I told you, you had to ask before you came. You disobeyed me. Now, I'm going to give you one more chance to ask before you cum."

She had no time to say anything. Once again, the toys buried deep in her body were turned up to a level that almost made everything painful again. Almost. She didn’t think there was anything left to give, to experience. Certainly not another orgasm. But it started. Deep in her body. She felt the hint of it. Even through her pain, she felt it. She didn’t even know he had moved away from her. Her hands gripped the chain as she tried to compress her body to keep the orgasm from happening. Her breathing became short sharp pants. No matter which way she twitched or tried to move, it wasn’t stopping.

“Please…..”

Her voice held a desperate tone to it. She hated herself for it. She hated having to beg anything from him. Especially this. Her body bowed off her sleeping place, her breasts pointing skyward.

“Please…. May I….”

She swallowed the last word as she forced her body to stop. It was only a temporary measure. The longer she held back, the stronger the feeling, the need, to cum became.

“Oh dear god… please…. Please may I cum…”

She forced the words out from between clenched teeth. Beads of sweat formed on her forehead. Her fingers curled tighter on her chains until she felt them biting into her flesh. The pain helped a little to hold things at bay but for how long? How long would he make her wait? Or would she be forced to let her body go and then experience his punishment once again?

 

[KamaKamaSutra]

Her speech was broken and strained, but her words worked through her lips. Her words overpowered the sound of the running water. A devilish smile formed on his lips as he answered.

“You may cum”

Turning to watch the climax of his show, he smiled at her bodies beautiful reaction. As she finished he stepped toward her. Each step he lowered the intensity of the vibrations inside of her. Once he was in front of her, he knelt and raised his phone to her face. His finger drew the intensity setting all the way down as the vibrator clicked off inside of her.

“Good girl”

His knee popped a bit as he stood up, his fingers caressing her right side as he walked around her. Hooking his finger into the side of the panties, he pulled them tight. Her pussy mound well defined before the fabric slipped between her lips. Running his hand over the exposed lips, he gave her a small pat before hooking his left hand on the other side of the panties. Ripping the fabric, her hips rising before the panties tore. Letting the fabric hang off her, he reached down and removed the chains holding her ankles. Her legs stretched out and took the tension off her arms. Her body slumped as the remainder of the chains were removed leaving only her collar and it’s leash remaining. Reaching down his fingers grabbed both the antenna of the vibrators. Slowly they were pulled from her, he watched as her anus bulged slowly before the vibrator freed itself. Holding the two toys, he placed them in her hand, curling her fingers around them.

“You may take your bath, clean your toys and return to this spot once you're done.”

He stepped away then, moving to the other side of the room, pulling a chain and the stool that she had pushed over earlier. He sat down, kicking his feet up on the stool.

 

[darkwarrioress57]

The strain of restraint was finally lifted and the simple act of releasing that restraint was overwhelming. The vibrations in her body took over. As they continued to ripple through her, her body’s release blended with it, sending her consciousness spiraling out into oblivion. She could feel her body shudder and jerk. She laid limply as the vibrations in her body started to lower. Her body continued to twitch even as she became aware of him coming closer to her. He stuck something in front of her eyes, but her vision was blurred for a few moments before she blinked enough times to become aware of his phone. So, that’s how he had done it. Her eyes closed. She was exhausted. Vaguely aware of his fingers drifting across her exposed lips, she felt the pressure of the panties ripping, the cool air hitting her heated oversensitive flesh. Her body slumped to her bed as she felt the devices pulled from her body. Her hand limply held the vibrators. Her ears barely registered his words.

“You may take your bath, clean your toys and return to this spot once you're done.”

Oh, the irony of it. She had wanted her bath so desperately and at the moment, she didn’t have the energy to move, to crawl into the tub, to soak her weary body. She swallowed, wetting her tongue across dried lips. With every last ounce of energy she had in her body, she crawled to the bathing tub and hefted her body into it, the vibrators still in her hand.

Oh, how the warm water felt so damn good. Her muscles just seemed to melt into it. She spread her legs as far apart as she could, letting the water lap at her aching, swollen pussy. The water almost hurt as much as it soothed. She was aware that he was somewhere in the room. She hadn’t heard the door above the stairs close. Her head, resting against the back of the tub, was too tired to lift and find out. There was a small square of cloth hanging on the edge of the tub and with her free hand, she reached for it, clutching it. Dipping it in the water, she cleaned the vibrators as instructed and set them on the floor before dipping the cloth in the warm water again. The steam that rose from the tub smelled heavenly and restful. A shiver went down her spine and it wasn’t because she was cold. He wasn’t to be trusted. Hadn’t he just proven that again? She was a captive and he was her captor. Every nice decent thing he did for her was meant to get her off her guard so he could do things to her again. Bad things. Ree clutched the small square cloth to her chest. After a few seconds, she squeezed the water from it, hung it on the side of the tub and reached up to tie her hair up on her head. She wound it around her hand and tucked the end under it, pulling the end through slightly. Reaching for the cloth again, she looked around for some soap and squeezed the cloth between her fingers.

“May I have some soap, please?”

She hated asking him for anything but she overcame the feeling and simply did it.

 

[KamaKamaSutra]

He reclined in his chair, before pushing his feet off the makeshift stool. Pushing himself up by his hands on his knees. He covered the distance between his seat and the cabinet behind him, the metal hinges creaked a bit. Silently he wondered if he should have paid more for a better set up. Grabbing the off-brand body and hair wash combo. He turned quickly, taking a step. In his mind, he wanted to rush, his heart was pounding from watching her make her way to the tub. She was so weak, so vulnerable….it was the single most erotic thing he had ever seen. He barely registered that he had reached the side of the tub till he heard a soft slosh of water. Looking down he could see her, her breast half-submerged in the water, the top of her knee’s mountains rising from the purple sea of her bath. Reaching down he took the cloth from her hand, putting some soap onto the damp rag he moved along the edge of the bath. Taking her collar in one hand, he sat the cloth on the edge of the tub. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled a small silver key out. Removing the lock holding the collar on, he pulled it off her neck. Being careful to not catch her hair, taking the rag dipping it into the water. He carefully began to wash the area where the collar was on her skin.

“Can’t have this chaffing can we?”

 

[darkwarrioress57]

She watched from lowered lids as he came closer to the tub and then completely surprised her by taking the cloth from her, removing her collar and started to wash her neck where the collar always rested. It took everything within her to sit there and not try to escape. He wasn’t stupid. He knew she might try once he removed the collar from her neck but then, she was just as smart. Such a move wouldn’t get her anywhere. Before she could get to the top of the stairs, he would have her again and then what would her punishment be? Her mind wasn’t as twisted as his, she couldn’t begin to imagine but given what she had already experienced, she knew she wouldn’t like it. So, instead, she simply sat there stoic. Patiently, she waited until he was done then turned her face up to his. Nothing of her thoughts showed in her eyes.

“May I have the soapy cloth, please?”

With her hands resting lightly in her lap, she looked down again. Waiting. There was no telling where his mind was, what he was thinking. Her mouth had gotten her into enough trouble. The simple courtesies he was extending her, made her nervous. Her mind was alert for anything he may have planned for her now. She had lost all track of time. She didn’t know what day it was or if it were light or dark out. Her whole world consisted of this cold cement prison she had woken up to. He came. He went. Sometimes, he brought her food that she could enjoy and others, she choked it down to survive. Tears rolled silently down her cheeks but she didn’t dare move and draw attention to them. She was feeling alone, unloved and used. Her head hung even lower. Caught up in her misery, she forgot he was washing her neck.

 

[KamaKamaSutra]

He turned his hand over, the rag draping over the sides. Shifting his weight, he turned to sit more comfortably on the side of the tub before giving up and standing. His jeans tightened around his waist he shifted uncomfortably as one hand held the rag out and the other adjusted his inseam.

“You may. Enjoy your bath. Would you like to eat alone or with me tonight?”

He had to balance the harsh and the soft, keep her guessing until he started to see her defenses break down. Soon he would test her resolve more. The lack of response was just as telling as fury. She wasn’t broken yet….but she would break.

“After you finish your bath, bring the collar and chain with you back to your bed area. Kneel for me and await dinner.”

 

[darkwarrioress57]

“You may. Enjoy your bath. Would you like to eat alone or with me tonight?”

Throughout his ministrations, Ree huddled as far away from him as she dared to, trying not to risk his ire. His question threw her off balance. It shouldn’t have, but it did. Giving it a moment’s thought she truly didn’t know what to say. She despised him for what he had done to her and yet….. and yet, it was lonely down here by herself. That was a hard thing for her pride to admit, even if it was to herself. She moistened her lips with the tip of her tongue before glancing up at him.

“Will it lead to-----to more of what you did to me before? Because if so, I’ll pass thank you.”

She looked down at the water, waiting for his response.

“After you finish your bath, bring the collar and chain with you back to your bed area. Kneel for me and await dinner.”

So there it was. More compliance. Did she even have a choice. If she refused him, did it mean another night of that awful food in a bag? Her mind was a mess. She felt lower than low. It wasn’t her fault. He was the one to commit the atrocities on her person. He wrote on her skin as if she was nothing of consequence. What was she thinking? Of course she was nothing to him. He was a stranger who, in some flash of a moment decided to steal her from everything and everyone she knew so he could show her…. What? That she was nothing in some greater scheme of things? That she was some cold bitch who thought of no one but herself just because she was privileged? Right now, she felt broken. Dismissed. Used. And she was confused. Why did he want to make her pregnant? What would that serve, other than saddling her with a child she didn’t want or need at this time in her life? She wasn’t some----some brood mare that he could breed at will. She didn’t want her breasts to grow huge. She didn’t want her flat stomach to grow enormous and then grow flabby. God, she hoped he hadn’t gotten his wish. She had worked hard to keep her body trim. Under the water, her hands rested lightly on her stomach. All she could do was pray.

He would leave to fix supper and then he would expect her to comply with his last command. The question was, did she submit to his will or fight it? If she chose the latter, what would his twisted mind produce next for her to endure?

She would pick her battles and this one wasn’t worth fighting over. She would comply. This time.