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Pain. Lifting my eyelids apart, I was welcomed to darkness. Took a few blinks to realise that I am blindfolded. A tape covered my mouth, making it hard for me to breathe. I could hear the sound of my own heartbeat echoing into the silence. The throbbing in the side of my face brought flashbacks into my mind as I remembered what happened before I was drugged to sleep. Panic overtook my shaking body and settled upon my sensitive skin. I couldn't see but I could feel. I had to feel. I had to listen, smell. Make sure I was still intact. Wiggling my arms I realised that my hands were cuffed above my head to something on the hard cold wall behind my back. I was sat in an awkward position on the floor, my arms ached from however long they'd been cuffed upwards. I moved finger by finger, it felt sluggish but it was normal, fingers and toes were intact. Between my thighs didn't feel any different so hopefully I haven't been touched. I could still feel my shirt and panties on, informing me that they hadn't been removed. So far I seemed to be unharmed apart from the small cut on my throat and the slap to the face I took. Now that my inspection had a positive result I had to listen. Tuning in my ears I tried to listen to any out of ordinary sound, heard nothing but silence. The silence unsettled me. The cold rough floor beneath me was starting to get really uncomfortable as I became more and more conscious and aware of my situation. It smelt like dust. Like it was somewhere that had a lot of dust. I felt sick. I had no idea where I was or why I was here and it wasn't sinking in well.

'You're awake, pet.' The deep rough voice of my captor broke into the silence, the silence I so wanted back. I didn't realise he was here, I thought I was alone. I mumbled something into the tape, something that I didn't know what it was either.

'What's that? I can't hear you' he mocked. I hoped to camouflage into the wall behind me as I heard his footsteps come closer to me. With every step he took, I pulled and yanked at the cuffs that held my arms prisoner. I had struggled so hard by the time he was a step away from me that I could feel the cuts forming around my wrists. I felt him crouch down in front of me, I shook my head from side to side, not sure why or what I was implying by my movement but I did it anyway. My movements stopped and my body froze when I felt his finger beneath my chin, tracing down my neck to my collar bone. I stopped breathing when he grabbed at my shirt and ripped it open. Screaming 'no' into the tape wasn't doing much help so I decided to stop and breathe. Inhale, exhale. I needed to calm down, now was not the time to panic. I had to be alert, I had to think clearly. He traced his finger around my breasts then stopped and pulled at my nipple. Fighting the river in my eyes, I held back the tears that threatened to spill. A loud sound greeted me as he slapped under my left breast. I flinched at the stinging sensation. Another hit to my right breast and that's all it took for my tears to climb out and dampen the cloth covering my eyesight. Suddenly his touch disappeared and the warmth of his presence evaporated. I let out the breath I didn't know I was holding and let my heart sink back into normal beating. I heard his footsteps fade into the silence and vanish from my ears, a lock on the door ended any doubt that he may still be in here. I sank further into the floor, twisting my arms in hopes to get free from this uncomfortable position I was in. With little to no result, I gave up and drowned in the million thoughts running through my head.


I stood there watching her. Her long silk hair that was now covered in damp sweat covering either side of her face, she wiggled her wrists that were bound by the cuffs that held them up. Her body shifting uneasily as I approached her, taking deliberate slow steady steps and stood right above her. I looked down at her helpless, delicate body. She was thin, way too thin. I could break her. I could tear her body apart. My cock raged at the nude sight of her. Sweat had build its way down her neck to the line between her perky little breasts. Her chest heaved up and down as she tried to control her breathing. I could see that she was nervous, afraid. I hadn't fed her since I brought her here, nor gave her something to drink. I could see she was hungry, thirsty. It wasn't enough though, not enough for her to beg me to quench her hunger and thirst. She's stubborn, that much I could sense. But I am no match for her, for I am, way worse. I crouched down and ran my knuckles across her jaw. She flinched at my touch, desperate to get away. Smiling internally, I knew I had her heart trembling beneath my touch. Slow by slow I moved towards the tape that covered her mouth and silenced her voice then without a warning I ripped it off her mouth. She let out a gasp, taking in air, I knew it had to sting. Her full lips pressed together then parted as she took heavy breaths. She wanted to say something, anything, but she held back, her voice didn't co-operate with her unspoken words. I toyed with her bottom lip, holding it captive under my thumb. Her lips trembled against my hold. Lifting my index finger, I placed it at the front of her mouth, awaiting entry. Putting a little pressure, her lips parted once more and my finger intruded inside the warmth of her mouth.

'Suck' I breathed out. Her mouth felt hot against my finger, it made my cock twitch with lust. I wanted to take her, enter her body, mind and soul. Strip her of the person she was before me and turn her into my little toy. She hesitated before she began to suck on my finger, I clenched my jaw, putting all pressure onto my teeth that were pressed hard against each other. Her tongue, wet against my skin. It took everything I had not to pounce at her. Pulling my finger out of her mouth, instantly missing the heat her mouth brought. Grabbing her jaw, I tilted her face upwards and dug my fingers into her cheeks so that her lips parted. I looked at her terrified face and whispered against her lips; 'thirsty?'. It took her a minute to nod, I lifted my face from hers then spat into her mouth, straight after, wrapping my hand around her mouth. 'Swallow' I demanded. I could see the disgust in her face. It took her a while before she actually swallowed, I let go of her mouth and watched her, waiting for her to yell, to scream, to call me a sick fuck, instead, she opened her mouth and spat on me. For a girl with a blindfold on, she had a pretty good aim, I wiped at the saliva on my cheek and backhanded her. Her head fell to the side, her hair clouding over her face. She moaned out her pain then lifted her head back up. 'Low life piece of shit' she mumbled through greeted teeth. Her bravery amused me. I wanted to sit here all day and watch her struggle underneath my gaze. She was going to be a hard one to crack and I only had five months to break her.

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