One Man's Darkness- Closed for KamaKamaSutra

[KamaKamaSutra]

This time he was going to be more subtle, mess with her mind, erode that block of stone that her self image was built on. She would willingly give into him tonight, even if it wasn’t fully her choice. A little chemical assistance would nudge her into the decisions that he wanted her to make.

The mask lay discarded on the table, he stood in front of the stove. A spatula in hand, stirring the onions and mushrooms as they sizzled. The aroma filled the air and filtered throughout the house. The stove eye beside him was cooling as the finished steaks rested on the oak block. In another pot, potatoes boiled, through the steam, he could see green numbers flip to 0 indicating that his bread had finished. Slipping a mitt on, he reached in and pulled the tray out of the oven. Mashing the potatoes, he finished the meal off he plated the meal, garnished with a bit of parsley and on her plate a special spice, Devil’s Breath. The drug should be almost tasteless, and it quickly dissolved into the juice of the steak and the potatoes. Pulling his mask on before stepping down into the basement, he flicked the light on before speaking.

“Have you decided? Steak or MRE?”

Without looking at her he sat the meals down on the floor outside of her range.

“Wine or Juice?”

 

[darkwarrioress57]

She was kneeling on her bedding, the chain and collar beside her when she heard the door to the upstairs open and with it came a host of aromas. All of which made her salivate. The man could cook, she’d give him that much.

“Have you decided? Steak or MRE?”

Like there was any choice. Dear god, it smelled marvelous. Some small voice in the back of her mind was screaming, however. He wasn’t to be trusted and the last time he fed her so well……

She watched as he descended and came close to her, but he didn’t offer her the food. Instead, he set it out of her immediate reach.

“Wine or Juice?”

Ree tore her eyes away from the plates.

“Juice please.”

He was up to something, but what?!

 

[KamaKamaSutra]

Watching her, her eyes were answering for him the first question, he scooted her plate closer. Just enough that she would have to raise up slightly to reach the plate. Her second answer surprised him slightly, but he shrugged thinking of the last time he offered her wine. Maybe it had left a few more marks than he thought. He smiled as he grabbed a sealed juice packet from one of the MRE meals. He doubted government branded wild berry crush would taste as good as wine with the meal, however. Returning to the makeshift dining area, he sat down and folded his legs under him. Picking up his own plate, his knife made the first cut through the side of his steak.

“Medium rare, almost perfect if I do say so myself. What do you think of it?”

He ate in silence, for the most part, offering up small talk here and there. Drawing out the conversation. Letting the drug slip into her system. He paused as he was almost at the bottom of his first glass of wine. Smiling under the leather mask, pulling the bottle closer to him without standing.

“Would you like so wine now? I assure you, the last time was a singular event, in truth it was a bit eye-opening for me. I’ve decided that forcing anything on you isn’t the best way to go about change. While I admit, keeping you here is hardly your choice, but what can I say.”

He chuckled softly before continuing.

“Life makes us all hypocrites. But I want you to accept change now, I want to see you ask for it even. I think we can achieve that. In time…..”

He let the word time linger, then hang in the air as an unfinished thought. Reaching out he touched her thigh with his right hand, the leather of his gloves cold on her skin.

“How is your meal? Anything not to your liking? Being gracious to your host is an important trait. I always enjoyed when women remember that. I enjoyed hearing women say Yes Sir, when they were being polite. Don't you think that has a good sound to it?”

He played with the effects of the drug, testing to see if his suggestion would play out like he thought. Tonight had to be her own choice, even if she was slightly impaired. Hopefully the drug had started to work against her own will and she would reply in kind.

 

[darkwarrioress57]

She pushed her food around her plate a bit, trying to figure out his new angle. Was her food drugged now? She didn’t really think it tasted anything different nor could she detect any sort of after taste.

“The meal’s fine, Sir. You’re a very good cook.”

She couldn’t deny the truth of her words. He was a good cook. She stopped eating to look at his hands.

“Why do you wear gloves?”

She continued to eat in silence after that. She chewed on a bit of steak, glancing up at his mask, sensing he was staring at her as if waiting for something. Maybe it was just her imagination. She shrugged. Maybe she was less than gracious, she admitted to herself but he could hardly call himself her host, he was her captor.

“And why do you insist on calling yourself my host? We both know that’s not true. You stole me, you’re holding me captive and you did unspeakable things, unwanted things to my body. What reason do I have to call you gracious much less my host?”

She set her fork and knife down. She wasn’t hungry anymore. She felt a little…..off. Maybe the food didn’t agree with her. She wasn’t sure of anything.

 

[KamaKamaSutra]

“Thank you, I learned to cook over the years. Flavor is one of the few things in life that can’t be polluted by experience.”

He flexed his hand, brushing his fingers lower on her thigh. He thought about the inquiring nature of her second question. Before answering he removed one glove.

“I wear them for the same reason I wear my mask. Because I want too. That is all you need to know.”

He placed his bare hand against her cheek, his fingers stroking her jawline.
“Surely, they weren’t all unappreciated.”

Pausing for a moment, he looked down at her plate. Unfinished, but mostly gone. He wondered what exactly was going on with her mind right now. Had the drug taken affect yet? Was the devils breathe weaving its way into her synapses slowing her mind down, making her will pliable? What he would give to see behind her eyes for a moment. He spoke with a finality that was rarely heard these days. It was a command, simple, but ironclad.

“Finish your meal.”

 

[darkwarrioress57]

“You’re wrong, you know…..” she spoke softly without looking up at his mask. Instead, her eyes were downcast, “flavor can be polluted by experience. A good cook takes a recipe, gives it his own spin and changes the flavor of the dish from what the original recipe would have produced.”

Her eyes followed his hand as his fingers slipped lower on her thigh. When she felt his skin touch her own, felt his fingers on her jawline, she tensed.

“Surely, they weren’t all unappreciated.”

She wasn’t quite sure how to answer that, but before anything came to mind….

“Finish your meal.”

Her eyes darted to her plate and she picked up her fork. She wasn’t sure she could but she’d try. It would be a shame to waste food he had gone through the trouble to make for her, for them both. She hesitated but then picked up her fork and her knife and cut off another piece of steak, putting it in her mouth and chewing thoughtfully. There were a lot of things she wanted to know, things like why he felt he had to use drugs on her. He could wear her down in other ways. Ways that would tear at her mind but would eventually sway her. Maybe he liked playing with her. Maybe he was sick and this was the only way he knew of. No. There were things she couldn’t ask him. She was just going to have to learn to endure and pray she didn’t get pregnant. She still didn’t understand that one.

 

[KamaKamaSutra]

She was more placated at least, she hadn’t tensed at his touch. Perhaps she was playing soft, or the drugs were taking effect. She had listened and been polite as he spoke. He sat back, removing the other glove he flexed both his hands. One less annoyance of a barrier between his skin and hers.

His command had seemingly worked, she was eating again. He watched the fork cross the distance between her plate and her lips. She seemed to struggle a bit with each mouthful, but she was behaving. He had a thought; his hand rubbed his chin as he vocalized his process with a deep vibration in his chest. It was deep and sounded like the soft rumble of an engine moving in the distance, it grew further away, as he stood.

“I will be back in a moment. When I return, be finished. I want you to be in this position when I get back. Hands flat on the floor, one on top of the other. Your head resting on them. Your legs open with your knees and toes only touching the floor.”

He walked up the stairs without getting a response, repeating the trick of opening and closing the door without leaving. He sat so he could just see her from the stairs. He waited as the darkness of the stairwell swelled around him, the sound of her utensils working on the plate, the soft in and out of his breathing. It could have been his imagination but somewhere he could hear the sound of a clock ticking, the seconds falling away as the minutes pushed on.

 

[darkwarrioress57]

Again, she glanced toward the darkness of the stairs. He was gone again. She felt….. soft…. fuzzy…. Her eyes glanced down at the plate in her lap. Had he…. She took a deep breath, trying to draw focus to her mind. She set the fork and knife on the plate and set it aside.

“I will be back in a moment. When I return, be finished. I want you to be in this position when I get back. Hands flat on the floor, one on top of the other. Your head resting on them. Your legs open with your knees and toes only touching the floor.”

His words came back to her. The larger part of her awareness was fighting against his words, but even as it was, she set her hands on the floor, one on top of the other. She lowered her forehead to them and spread her legs, her knees and toes were the only thing to touch the floor.

Why? What was he going to do to her now? Her mind struggled. She didn’t want this. She wanted her free will back. A tear slid down her cheek, undetectable by the fall of her hair, hiding her face from view. She wanted to go home. She wanted her daddy. She wanted to slide into his lap and feel his strong arms come around her, hugging her close, whispering to her that he loved her. She was close with her mom but not as close as she was with her daddy. She missed him so much.

“I love you, Daddy…please find me…” she whispered in a broken voice as she waited for her captor to return and torment her yet again.

 

[KamaKamaSutra]

He waited on the steps, just high enough to not be seen but where he could watch. His anticipation built like a child on Christmas, watching his parents sort gifts so he could open his first. His eyes followed her form as she bowed in the way he had instructed. He allowed her to stay there for a moment, she whispered something. It sounded like she said, daddy. The though tugged a string inside him. The vulnerability of it, the need there was palpable. He stood and cleared a few steps easily, his feet hit heavy on the cold floor of the basement. He paused, catching his breath, controlling the subtle shake of his hands. His next step was long, his fingers brushed her shoulder, a solitary line traced up her spine then over her raised ass.

“What did you say a moment ago.”

 

[darkwarrioress57]

She was lost in her misery and vulnerability that she didn’t hear him approach her. It was the touch of his fingertips touching her shoulder before they filed down her spine. Her sudden awareness caused her to jerk her head up. The evidence of her tears streaked down her cheeks.

“What did you say a moment ago?”

For a moment she stared up at his mask unable to answer him, her mind in a soft fog. She sniffled.

“I said, ‘I love you, Daddy… please find me…’. Why? Are you scared? It’s not like he’s going to find me. You made sure of that.”

Still submerged in misery and vulnerability, she lowered her head back to her hands. He was going to do to her what he wanted and she couldn’t stop him. Hadn’t he made that plain and obvious before? She sniffled. She hadn’t realized how much she missed her dad and her family until now. She felt so alone….. and defeated….

 

[KamaKamaSutra]

Somewhere between her tears and the sniffling tone she used to answer him, even when trying to sound angry at the end, his cock was throbbing. She was exposed, soft, delicate. It was almost too much, he ran his hand rested on the curve of his ass. His fingertips resting on her sex pulling her lips apart. He leaned down over her, his hand slowly caressing her curves as he brushed the hair away from her ear. His words rolled off his tongue with a sickening honey sweetness. A veil of twisted caring laced with sadistic glee. He smiled as he spoke, his eagerness to hear that tone again making his heart race and the sensation of his cock rubbing against his jeans increase. He could feel a drop of precum forming on the tip of his manhood.

"I am going to be your protector now. Little defenseless thing. I’ll be your Daddy.”

He moved behind her, his hands running up over her ass, leaving warm trails of lingering sensation on her skin as he wrapped one of his hands into her hair and the other around her neck, bowing her back and raising her head up by her hair. His fingers slowly tapped her throat, avoiding pressure but leaving the eminent threat of restriction.

“Are you scared little thing? Do you need your Daddy take you and protect you?”

 

[darkwarrioress57]

Her heartbeat accelerated. It wasn’t from his nearness, it was from his oppressive presence. There was such… such satirical menace in his voice. She could feel tension tighten along her spine. Ever aware that he was going to abuse her, she was careful with her words, especially when he moved behind her and slid his hand into her hair, gathering it and pulling her head back and up. She had no choice but to comply. His other hand worried her more. His fingers slid around her throat tapping against her vulnerable skin. The threat they conveyed was loud and clear. Her own vulnerability dried up. It was something he wasn’t suppose to have seen. His sudden return had surprised her.

"I am going to be your protector now. Little defenseless thing. I’ll be your Daddy.”

“Are you scared little thing? Do you need your Daddy take you and protect you?”

She could feel the roughness of his jeans pressed against her nakedness and with it, the hardness that lay beneath them, he didn’t even try to keep from her. In fact, she could almost bet he wanted her to know he was hard as a rock and that he planned to rape her again.

“Yes, I’m scared. I’m scared of you. You’re not my daddy. I don’t trust you.”

 

[KamaKamaSutra]

His fingers tapped in rhythm on her throat, an almost audible hollow sound as she spoke. Her heart thumped against his fingers, it was exciting to have this effect on her. He yanked his belt loose and let his pants fall as he reeled her hair around his hand and pressed himself into her ass. Tightening his fingers around her neck he hissed into her ear.

“You should fear your Daddy.”

He tilted her head and kissed her cheek. Inhaling her scent as his lips savored the salty lines on her face.

“You will learn to trust me. What I do to you I don’t do randomly. I am not some beast with uncontrolled urges. Like right now. Do you know what I could do to you?”

Her throat rested on his palm as he let her hair down. His hand sliding back down to the small of her back. His fingers slowly circled up and down there, tracing the edges of her spine before sliding down her flanks and back up.

“I know you aren’t immune to these touches, can you tell me you don’t feel anything besides fear when I touch you?”

With that his hand ran over her ass and down the back of her thigh, his fingertips running along the inside of them.

 

[darkwarrioress57]

Her head jerked back, her scalp white hot with pain but not as hot as the sudden pain of him invading her ass, stretching her small hole around his girth. Making it doubly so was that there was no lubrication.

“You should fear your Daddy.”

Fear. Yes. Her daddy was someone she trusted. Someone who protected her. Someone who kept her safe. This man…. This was anything but any of that. The tension on her scalp eased as he let her hair down. The dark fire in her ass seared her. It was just as bad as the last time.

“I know you aren’t immune to these touches, can you tell me you don’t feel anything besides fear when I touch you?”

She was very aware of the sudden changes to his touch. Skin on skin. Silky and smooth as it ran over her flesh. She felt his touch on her ass, the one his cock was buried in. It slid down the back of her thigh, then traveled upward on the inner side. He breath caught in her throat. Her head dipped as she considered his words. She wondered what he could do to her that he hadn’t already done? Instill more fear in her? She was sure he could.

“What could you do to me more? Instill further fear in me? Absolutely. You’re rather good at it, aren’t you? You like it, don’t you? You enjoy catching me unawares then forcing yourself on me. You aren’t a beast? Don’t fool yourself.”

Her harshness was going to cost her, but so be it.

 

[KamaKamaSutra]

Buried inside her, he could feel her squeezing him and trying to fight. Her sphincter was tight and quivering around him. It had been rough and without lube almost cruel. He reveled in the sadistic pleasure of it. He pushed into her slightly, before spitting on the bit of exposed cock no inside her. Using the new moisture pushed in before pulling out and repeating the process on her ass and his cock. The sound of his saliva hitting her flesh, the feeling of it cool against his own. A primal sound escaped his chest, rumbling up his throat and through clenched teeth.

“Fear? I could, as you said. But I am no beast. Your attitude won’t get you the reaction you expect little thing. “

He leaned over her, his hand tightening around her throat.

“I’m going to do something worse than make you fear me. I’m going to make you lust for me. To make you crave my cock. I’m going to make you call me Daddy before you rest for the night.”

He kissed her cheek before pulling himself out of her. His cock hung heavy as he stepped out of his jeans bunched on the floor. He lifted his shirt over his head, before throwing it on the ground under her. A step around her, walking to the cabinet where his toys and supplies where. The draw groaned as it opened, he pulled out a bottle of lube and another tube of oil. This one was a sensitivity oil. I mix a few essential oils. Eucalyptus, peppermint for cooling, lavender and lint seed for a base. Walking back behind her, he dripped a few drops onto her spine, a dotted line before tilting the bottle onto her ass and watching the oil drip down to her sex. Coating his fingers, he reached under her, his fingers coating both of her nipples in the mixture. In front of her once more, he coated his cock in lube, stroking it for a moment. Returning to his place behind her he coated her puckered hole with lube before working it in with his fingers.

“This isn’t kindness; you don’t want kindness. I know you used to men always catering to you. But I think what you need… what you really need. It is someone to use you. I’m going to show you what that feels like. Then after that, I’m going to show you what it is like to be properly protected. “

His finger dipped inside her, pushing a bubble of lube into her.

“But first, you're going to beg your new Daddy to fill you with his cum”

His mind was alight, he sounded cold and warm to himself. Another layer to fuel his growing desire to completely dominate her.

 

[darkwarrioress57]

“Fear? I could, as you said. But I am no beast. Your attitude won’t get you the reaction you expect little thing. “

little thing? No one had ever called her that before. His fingers tightening on her throat made her swallow compulsively.

“I’m going to do something worse than make you fear me. I’m going to make you lust for me. To make you crave my cock. I’m going to make you call me Daddy before you rest for the night.”

Something deep inside her twitch. She ignored it. Hell, she denied it.

“Never,” she vowed.

He withdrew from her ass and walked away. She could hear him, somewhere behind her. The cabinet door scraped and clang open. What was he getting out of his cabinet of “toys” now? What was he planning on doing to her? Her consciousness was startled when she felt something cool and yes, even pleasant, hit her spine but before she could even think, she felt something slick slide over her ass. She felt it drip and slide downward, across and into her sex. His fingers, slick with what she now guessed was some sort of oil, found her nipples, rubbing and coating them with the oil. They hardened, against her wishes. He stopped and moved again, this time behind her. His slick oiled fingers coated her injured dark hole. They slipped down to her vagina, rubbing lightly there before returning to the hole he had so recently stretched. His next words instilled fear into her as he worked the lube into her ass.

“This isn’t kindness; you don’t want kindness. I know you used to men always catering to you. But I think what you need… what you really need. It is someone to use you. I’m going to show you what that feels like. Then after that, I’m going to show you what it is like to be properly protected. But first, you're going to beg your new Daddy to fill you with his cum.”

“NO!” she shouted into the room and tried to wiggle away from his fingers. The shout was followed by a soft whimper, “You aren’t my daddy. You can’t be my daddy.”

The last was spoken flatter, softer, even as she continued to let his fingers occupy her ass. For a moment, her ass ring tightened around his fingers in protest, then softened, allowing him to penetrate her deeper.

“You’re not my daddy,” she repeated quietly, lowering her head to her hands on the bedding beneath her, raising her ass higher to him.

 

[KamaKamaSutra]

Her ass rose, perhaps willingly, perhaps not, but either way his fingers slid deeper into her. His hand working her breast took her nipple and rolled it between his thumb and finger. The apex of her nipple now a hard point for him became a focus for his touch As he tweaked the flesh, tenting her breast before allowing her nipples to slip away from him. Two fingers pumped in and out of her ass, the oil making her hole slick and warm. Her ass pushed against him for a moment, before allowing him deeper into her.

“Good girl”

His fingers wiggled inside her as he started to pump his hand faster, his knuckles pressing into her as she moved with each thrust. His hand left her breast, leaving them dangling in the cool air. Moving across her back and up her neck, his fingers wrapping around her hair. A quick yank brought her head up. His fingers releasing her hair then traced down her spine to between her shoulders. He pressed down on her back, his hand flat against her. Pushing her down to the ground her hips twisted in an almost unnatural angle. The downward angle allowed him to press his fingers deeper into her ass, he was waiting till she was ready. She would either cum or ask for his cock, either way he won.

“See, you such a good little whore, now beg.”