I Still Don't Fell Better.... 4

  

 

 

The Bishop, His Slut And A Third Party 7

I sit up and take a very good look at him, I stare at his bare body, he must be over 6ft and built like a brick layer with a lot of muscle and upper body strength. Just like the bouncers at the clubs daddy used to take me to. But the main attraction is his face, dark and brooding with heavy eyebrows and brown eyes and dark hair. Oh boy! he certainly keeps in great shape. His chest is perfectly toned; his arms are almost brutish in size, there are numerous little scars and calluses all over his arms and hands. It’s obvious he’s no stranger to hard manual labor, and his abs look like they are so powerfully built. I can almost smell the testosterone coming off him. I watch him sleep for a while. What do I call him? A Captor, For he has chosen to keep me here against my will and do pleasurable things to me without my consent. Or should I call him my Savior? For he saved me from bleeding to death and used every means necessary to heal me and bring me back to life. I should be grateful to him, he could have let me die, but he didn’t. He may have tied me up and done things to my body, but I loved it, he eats pussy just like daddy did and even better. I can’t believe I enjoyed it, how could I? My clit is a little traitor, I’ve always known that. But wait, if I decide to run now, where will I go? I don’t even have the phone anymore. I will rather remain here because I’m sure the police will be looking for me everywhere, this place is a good hide out.

NO! I have to find a way out of here. This man has no right to take advantage of me the way he is doing, I have to find a way to be free from him, I can’t let him use his sweet phallus to keep me here. All of these thoughts swirl around in my head as I slowly drifted off to sleep beside my captor and savior.

It’s cold. Really cold. He’s left me on the bed, exhausted and naked, with the windows wide open. The morning breeze dances across my bare stomach and breasts. I am so confused about everything. Not about the situation I am in, but at my reaction to what just happened to me. Was I just raped? If I was raped then why did I enjoy it so much? Why did I beg him to pound into my flesh time and time again? Why did I beg so desperately for that final release? Why did I cry out so much in pleasure and love the way he ate my pussy? I wasn’t crying for help, I was crying out in passion and lust. I came hard, just like I came for my daddy. I am exactly what he calls me, I am a whore! A shameless dirty slut. I let a stranger fuck me and I enjoyed every bit of it.

Now, where could he have gone so early? I didn’t hear him get up and leave. I want to go and open the door, but what’s the point? He’s probably locked it again from outside. I spot his hunting gun, that means he didn’t go hunting, so where else did he go this early morning? I pick my wrapper and wrap it around my body as I hear his heavy foot steps approaching the door, he opens and walks in, smiling at me, he says,

“I see someone is up.”

“Good morning Sir.”

“Blessing, you have covered up. I prefer the way I left you earlier. I went out to get the electricity fixed and to buy some stuffs for you.”

Did he just say electricity? In this forest? Now that is strange. So my ‎abductor is not a cave man after-all. Now I’m really curious, what’s this man’s story and why does he hide his name from me? He wants me to call him Sir. He’s not that old, looking at him I can tell he’s not more than 35years old, but what is a man as good looking as he is doing here in the forest? And come to think of it, he bought some stuffs, how is that possible? How did he make it back so fast? He must have used his silver bicycle. I will have to learn to ride it so that one day I can escape with it.

“Will you teach me to ride the bicycle?”

“Really? What for?”

“Nothing, I just want to learn,”

“So you can run away from me?” he’s asks and I’m stunned, what? He’s a mind reader now? I don’t know how to respond to that so I just stay silent. “You know what? I really can’t wait for you to trust me. I mean no harm, if we both can trust each-other, then I will let you stay here of your own volition and you can go out and come in as you please. You can even go to the stream to fetch water, it’s just behind us. I don’t want to keep tying you up. Do you understand?”

“Yes I do. Can I ask you something please?” he nods and I continue, “While I showered yesterday, I washed out something from my private part that seemed like herbs. What was it?”

“It’s herbs to cure you. One day, you will thank me. But let’s not talk about that. You should be really grateful I saved you. So instead of wasting your time planning on how to escape from me, you should be making me happy by obeying me.”

“I trust you.”

“You should. I found you half dead and brought you back to life, I even donated blood for you. If I wanted to do anything bad to you, it would have been while you were unconscious. I cleaned you everyday. I am not a bad person. I came to like you all those days I watched you lay there fighting for your life. I just love your body and I couldn’t resist you any longer when you woke up. At first I wanted to give up on you, but when I cleaned you up and saw your perfect body, and your big clit, I knew I had to save you. I will never harm you. I really like you.”

So my captor likes me? Strange. I don’t buy that, he just wants to keep me here for sex. But wait, what if in his own weird way, he really does care for me? Well, the fact that he saved my life is apparent that he really does care for me in his own sick twisted way. Maybe I can take advantage of this and suck up to him even more.

“I trust you, truth is, I’m beginning to see you as my savior rather than my captor.”

“How did you know that?”

“Know what?”

“My name,”

“I don’t understand.”

“You just said my name.”

“What? Your name is captor?”

“No, before that.”

“Savior?”

“Yes!”.

Now this is strange. In my head I’m like ‘yeah right’ and I roll my eyes. Who is he fooling? Savior? Well, who cares, atleast I can call him something now. “Okay Savior, I trust you. I really appreciate what you have done for me, and I have made up my mind to stay. I have no where to go anyways.”

“You still don’t want to tell me your story?”

“No, I am not ready.” heck! For heavens sake it wasn’t safe telling anyone about myself. Let alone a strange handsome man who chooses to live outside the world, and I mean that literally. For all I know, my pictures could be everywhere, with a huge ransom attached to it. Mother will not rest until she has my head, so until I am sure that I am completely out of her reach, I will not tell anyone my story. But how safer can I be? I’m already in a place that is far away from civilization, where no one will find me, many hours away from where I escaped from. What more do I want?

“Go take your bath Blessing. By the time you are done, food will be ready.”

This is how things has been going on, my captor/savior refuses to trust me and I don’t trust him either. There is something about this man, I just can’t seem to place my finger on it yet. I don’t get why a fine man like him will chose to live out here in the woods. What if he is running from something just like I am? Well, since he has refused to tell me his story, I won’t tell him mine either. He has continued to keep a close eye on me day after day and night after night. I have also observed that most nights, he sneaks out of the room after fucking my brains out, wherever he goes to, I never know. This is really scary because most nights when he is out, I hear voices, but I have never been able to place what they are saying. One day, they argued for a long time and I heard gun shots. But I don’t know what is going on. I can’t ask him, I don’t want him to think I know anything, I want him to think that I sleep anytime he sneaks out at night. One thing is for certain, I saw the faces of those criminals who shot Samuel and he is not one of them, I also heard their voices. He sounds more older and more matured than they did. He’s not a robber, so who is he? Whose are the voices I hear at night? It’s crazy, it’s just crazy. Now more than ever, I want to get out of here. Tonight, when he comes back, I am going to ask him to let me go. Tonight, I am not sleeping, I’m going to stay up and let him know I’m unto him, he has to explain to me what exactly is going on. Come to think of it, I’ve never really looked under the bed, he pulled out a bag from here and got some stuffs out of it weeks ago, I’m so stupid, why haven’t I looked under the bed since? Okay, that’s it! I’m going under the bed, I have to see what he stores underneath this bed. I get up and kneel, beside the bed, just as I am about to bend and look under the bed, the door swings open. Standing ‎at the door is Savior, well, right now he looks more like a Captor and not a Savior.

“What are you doing?” he asks as he walks in and shuts the door behind him and turns the lock. He is so angry and this makes me scared. I don’t know what to say, yet I can’t find the strength to get off the floor.

“I’m sorry,” I manage to say.

“Save it Blessing. I thought you trusted me. What the hell is wrong with you? What do you think you are doing?” he screams at me.

“I don’t know. I am just scared. I’m only trying to understand what’s happening here.” I scream back.

“What’s happening here is that I saved your worthless life. You think you can put a price on that? How dare you go through my stuffs?”

“I didn’t go through anything, I was just about to……”

“You were just about to what? You know what? I’m tired of your nonsense,” he walks up to the door, opens it and turns to me. “Now go! Leave! Get out of here, go! I’m tired of this Nonsense. Trust me, I won’t come looking for you. If you get attacked by anyone or the wild animals, I won’t be there to save you. Now get out.”

Is he serious? Go where? In the middle of the night? This is crazy. I can’t go, I’m not prepared for this, where will I go to? Oh for heavens sakes Blessing! You’ve always wanted your freedom, now it’s here and you become a coward? I can’t go, not like this. “Please savior, not now. I am not ready, where do you want me to go?”

“What do I care? Just get out. You’ve always wanted to go right? Now get out.”

“Please, I’m really sorry. I promise not to distrust you again. Please forgive me.”

“For your own sake, I will ask that you leave. You have gotten me really angry. Don’t blame me for what I’m going to do to you, you ungrateful slut.”

“Please don’t send me away.”

“If you don’t leave, I will punish you for disobeying me.”

“I deserve whatever punishment you want to give me, but please don’t send me away.”

“I warned you, you dirty slut.” he growls and shuts the door. Locks it and walks towards me. He grabs me by my hair and drags me to the window. He pulls out the bag again from under the bed and takes out a handcuff. How did he come about these stuffs? See why I said there is more to this guy? But I have no time to think about that right now. The window is quite high above my head so he stretches me till I was standing on my toes and my he put the cuffs through the window protector and cuffs me. It really hurts, my both hands are pulled up and there is this very sharp pain through my spine. I start to cry and beg him.

“Please I beg you, not like this, it really hurts. I beg you, not like this.”

“Shut up you stupid bitch! I saved your life and all you can do is disobey me.”

It’s so hard to stand on my toes, my hands are strung up over my head again and my toes are only just scraping the floor. I’m practically hanging on the window, not to speack of the pain on my wrist. I can’t hold back the tears anymore, I cry and plead with him to let me loose. I feel as if the flesh on my both sides is going to tear.  The feeling of stretching is exquisite and then terrifying as I realize what’s about to happen. I try and struggle but whenever I pull on the restraints a pain is sent down my arms. I have to stay still or the pain comes back. My heart rate picks up and my breathing becomes shallow as my imagination conjures up a myriad of situations that might occur. I watch as he walks around the room as if he is thinking about the kind of disheartening things to do to punish me. I am very scared. Then he walks up to me, grabs both hands full of my cloths, and before I could squeal in pain, he tears my clothes to shreds leaving me completely naked. I blush in a bit of embarrassment, not that he hasn’t seen me naked before but the way he just tore my cloths to shreds makes me more turned on even as the look on his face scares me. He grabs my right nipple between his thumb and finger. He starts rubbing and pulling and pinching. It feels so good and its sending tingles all the way down my body but it also hurts really bad. He does the same with my left nipple and it leaves me trembling in sweet agony as he walks away from me. Leaving me to wonder why he just walks away, his leaving my nipples may have relieved me of the pain, but it also made me desperately needy of the sweet agony, desperate for more but scared out of my wits.

His coarse hands roam all over my body. Across my abdomen, under my breasts, around my neck, down my legs, then back up between my thighs. My body spasms, trying to pull his hand closer to my pussy. Oh how embarrassing! I wish my body would stop betraying me! A blush creeps up my cheeks and he chuckle as if he knows exactly what I’m thinking. He looks me in the eyes and plants his mouth on mine, aggressive yet sweet. His tongue pushes in to my mouth, meeting very little resistance, as he explores my tongue and lips. He kisses me for what feels like ages and it’s so sweet I find myself kissing back. Pushing my tongue in to his mouth and exploring him. He pulls back, leaving me gasping for breath, chuckling once again. Sweet God! that chuckle! It sends shivers down my spine and it’s hard to tell if it’s from fear or excitement. He kisses my neck, and slowly moves down my stomach. He kneels in front of me as he starts licking around my belly button in slow agonizing circles. It’s so delicious and teasing I can’t help but moan. But I still plead with him to let me loose.

“Oh please my Savior, my arms are going to tear off, please let me loose. I promise to let you do anything you wish to me.”

“I don’t need your permission to do things to you. Can’t you see you are already at my mercy? You are exactly where I want you to be and I will do whatever I want to do to you. And believe me when I say this, but you will beg for more.”

He puts his hands between my thighs, rising up to my pussy as they gently part my pussy lips and dip into my moist vagina. It’s embarrassing at how wet I am but at this point I don’t care. All I want is to feel him inside me. All I want is pleasure from my Savior. I close my eyes and next thing I feel is his tongue on my pussy lips as well now, searching for my swollen clit. He brings it in to his mouth and flicks it with his tongue. The pleasure is so intense. My body is shuddering and my hips have a mind of their own, pushing out in to his face. His fingers are still sitting at the entrance of my pussy and I so desperately try to push myself down on them but this only brings back the pain in my arms. I cry out, frustrated at my inability to move. His tongue is flicking faster and faster as he licks my clit. My body starts tensing and contracting and I can feel my orgasm building up inside me. I’m moaning louder like the dirty slut I am.

“Shhhhh, you are making too much noise, what a filthy little whore you are. I think I will gag you again.”

“No please. Not the gag.” I beg and try to stay quiet. But the pleasure is out of this world. I don’t want to make him more upset with my moans so I stick to small pathetic little mewls as he ravages me. I can feel myself reaching the climax and it’s about to burst open as he suddenly stops. I cry out, desperate for just one more second of stimulation. He moves away from me, chuckling, obviously pleased at the state I’m in.

“Why did you stop. Please touch me again, I was just about to cum. Please.”

“Imagine that! She begs. Well, you will continue to beg tonight. But I’m not in the mood to pleasure you tonight my little slut. And you can’t cum until I say it’s okay for you to cum.”

I hang my head low as I feel a tear escape my eye. This is so humiliating! Why do I always have to beg him for a release? I try and focus on my breathing to control the feelings emanating from my clit. He asks me to close my eyes and I obey him. I can hear him move around the room but I don’t dare open my eyes to look. A few minutes passes and then I feel him near me again. His fingers are back near my pussy and his mouth closes around my clit. I cry out in pleasure as once again my senses are assaulted by his magnificent tongue. My body is quaking and trembling. I tell him I can’t control it and beg him to let me cum. As the words leave my mouth he reaches up and pulls on my nipples, sending spikes of pain through my body. I shriek with pain but am grateful for the distraction from my impending orgasm. Once again, he stops and moves away from my body. After another few minutes he starts assaulting me again. Bringing me to the point of climax before moving away. I don’t know how long this goes on for. I’m in a daze and can’t focus on anything other than his tongue on my clit. My arms are aching and my body is shaking and sweating all over. I can’t take it anymore, I open my eyes to look this cruel man in the eyes. He chuckles when our eyes meet and I quickly look away. He reaches up above my head to where he had cuffed my hands, unlocks the handcuff and I’m thrown on the floor.  I’m grateful for the relief in my wrists, but before I’m given the chance to rub the sore spots out, he grabs my head and shoves his enormous cock deep into my throat. I can’t move as he holds me in place and proceeds to fuck my mouth with massive cock.

“Suck that big cock you Slut, suck it, I’m going to cum hard in your mouth and you better swallow all of it. No single drop must escape or else.”

It’s so hard and thick that my jaw is aching from being opened so wide and I try desperately not to gag as he pushes himself down the back of my throat. Tears are running down my face and saliva is running out of my mouth as he rams himself into me again and again. I can feel his cock clenching in my mouth as he suddenly stills and pours his cum down my throat. Desperately I try and swallow it before it chokes me but there’s so much. I start gagging and blubbering so he slowly pulls out of my mouth, never letting go of my hair. His thick cum strings all over my tongue and my lips. I swallow as much as I can and try to lick my lips to tidy myself up.

“I warned you didn’t I? I told you not to let a drop get wated. Now you are going to pay for it you whore!” he growls at me as he picks me off the ground and throws me on the bed on my stomach, he pulls my hands over my head and ties them up once again. Thankfully he uses part of the shreds from my clothes which he tore off me instead of the handcuffs. I then feel him grab my ankles and tie them down as well in a way that leaves my naked ass exposed for his use.

Before I can get used to the new position his fingers are inside my honey pot! Oh the pleasure of finally being penetrated is so good but then he suddenly pulls them out and uses the juices to lube up my ass. Oh God! As I realize what is about to happen my body starts to tremble in fear. The idea of his enormous cock inside this untouched part of me fills me with dread and terror. ‎He slowly starts pushing on my ass with a finger as he pulls in each direction, trying to get the muscle to relax and open up.

“Shhhh, relax my little slut. Just relax, because if you don’t, it’s really going to hurt bad bad bad. So just relax and you will love it.” he says but I get even more scared. How I’m I going to love it?

Daddy had told me he would do it to me, but we never got to do it. From the look of things, there’s a lot Daddy and I never got to do. Oh my Daddy! Where are you? Save me from this monster please. I focus on my breathing, willing my body to calm down and relax. As I do he manages to push his finger further inside my ass. He strokes me with his other hand, calling me a good girl. He pulls out and gets more juice from my pussy to lube up my ass again, then pushes his finger straight in without any hesitation. The pain is tolerable for now as he starts to slowly fuck me in the ass with his finger. I feel his cock at the entrance of my vagina, lubing up for what I can only describe as my final frontier. The enormous head is at my ass and he slowly pushes in to me. The stretching is agonizing so I will my body to relax and focus on my breathing. He pushes further and further before finally pushing past the last barrier and filling my entire ass with his massive cock. He stills for a moment, letting me adjust to the position.

“It hurts.” I cry out in pain.

“Shhhh, just relax, you be will soon get used to it and enjoy it.”

Enjoy it? Did he say enjoy it? How can anybody enjoy this? How is that even possible? He reaches under the bed and grabs a bottle of oil, I can’t see the name on it, he pours the oil all over my ass, I feel the oil drip to my pussy from behind. But I’m grateful for the oil because my hole becomes slippery. Once he feels I am ready he starts fucking me like he did with his finger. It’s painful at first as he moves in and out, but then, I feel him put his hand from behind me a‎nd reaches for my clit. He starts rubbing my clit and this distracts the pain I was feeling from him being in my ass. Once I’m used to the cock in my ass I feel the familiar build in my stomach. Oh how humiliating! I’m getting off from someone fucking me in the ass and rubbing my clit at the same time. The feeling is just out of this world, nothing like what I`ve ever felt before. I try and control my body, knowing that if I cum without his permission the pain will be even worse. But I can’t ignore the orgasm that is finally building up again inside me.

“Please Sir, let me cum. I can’t hold it anymore. I need to cum badly.”

“No my little slut. Not until you learn your lesson.”

“Please, I assure you that I have learned my lesson. I promise to be a good girl and never to disobey you again. Henceforth, you can fuck me in all the holes on my body, I’m yours my savior. Please just let me cum.” I beg and beg. I sound so pathetic even to myself. Savior ha already proven to me that he didn’t need my permission to fuck me in all holes.

“Since you’ve asked nicely, count 1 to 20 and then cum.”

I quickly start, to count. ‘1 2 3 but he interrupts me. “Slowly.” he grunts at me as he removes his fingers from my clit. And I have to start all over again. I start counting slowly and I couldn’t wait to release. It’s hard, by I do it, 15

16

17

18

19

20

With that, he slams in to my ass as the walls of my orgasm finally breaks and I shriek in pain and pleasure. My orgasm trembles through my body as I realize that my sweet tormentor has also found his release in my ass. That experience is just something I’ve never imagined and I’m not really thinking of it happening again soon because I feel nasty. I try to wrap my head around it and why I enjoyed the pain, but I end up sleeping off by his side.

A few days have passed and it’s back to the normal routine, he keeps water for me to bath and clean up, he escorts me to the loo, he let’s me take a walk around the woods and he escorts me with his gun. Then back to the room. There is no one else to talk to but him yet he barely talked. One day he even took me to the stream, but I was too scared to go in. He did all the cooking and he served me food. I’m beginning to think I will go crazy if I remain here. I know I needed to escape to avoid being killed by my Mother or going to jail but is there anything else worse than this? Being kept against my will in a forest and being used like a sex slave? It’s just crazy. What does he plan to do to me? Marry me here? There’s no way I’m going to let that happen, I must return to my Daddy, he’s the only man I want to spend my life with. What am I even saying? Daddy could be dead by now for all I know. What have I gotten myself into? I really need my daddy alive, I want to get out of here and reunite with him again. I want to look Mother in the face and tell her that I forgive her for all she has put me through. Maybe all this wouldn’t have happened if I hadn’t let her husband love me. Again! What am I saying? She pushed me to do all this, if she had loved me like a Mother should, I wouldn’t have fallen for the affection her husband showed me. Her hatred for me has frustrated and turned my entire life upside now, now I am a wanted criminal, a murderer and now a captive. Only heavens knows what other charges she has heaped on me. I am now stuck in a deep forest with a strange man, a good looking man though, but a weirdo who chooses to live out here in the woods and hunt animals and go out almost every midnight.

But something has changed with him. He hasn’t touched me since he violated my ass, stealing my last virginity. He fluctuates between what feels like complete adoration and obsession over me and my body, to complete hatred of me and everything I do. Ever since that night he caught me going through his things, I have not attempted to disobey him or escape again, I have done everything to please him, so I don’t know what his cold attitude towards me is about. Honestly, his mood swings give me whiplash! But he never lays a hand on me. It’s been roughly over a week I think, and he hasn’t touched me at all. I think that apart from the time I was unconscious which I barely even remember, this is the longest I have gone without sex. Daddy had made me a nymphomaniac who ‎needs sex regularly. I can’t blame myself, it’s just how I was trained from the beginning. I love sex, and I enjoy sex, I don’t care how it comes, but I require a release every now and then. It’s true that my Savior/Captor is hardly ever around at night but even when he is lying beside me, he faces away from me. Is he waiting for me to come onto him? What if it’s a trap? He really wants me to show him how worthless of a dirty slut I am. I am tempted to touch him at night and beg him to fuck me, I just can’t take it anymore, but I don’t dare. I walk around with a dripping pussy which is aching to be touched, the only time I get to touch my pussy is when I’m bathing, but I can’t do enough as he is always there waiting for me. But why hasn’t he touched me since he took me anally? Do I disgust him? I know I don’t stink, so what is his problem? He’s just seeking to torment me.

Tonight, he’s gone again and my body is aching with need and my pussy is aching for a release as I lay back down on the bed. The frustration is so distracting, I can’t even think of an escape plan. What’s to stop me from relieving the ache on my own? Oh what a mischievous thought! I cringe at the idea of what he might do to me if he catches me pleasuring myself without his permission but I can’t resist, at least to relieve the pressure that’s quickly building inside me. ‘How embarrassing that would be! Not to mention the fact that I know I would be thinking about him while I rub my pussy. But once the thought is in my head I can’t get it out. I try walking around the room but the friction between my legs only excites me even more! Oh screw it! I throw myself down on the bed and take a few deep breaths to calm myself. Slowly I move my hand down towards my pussy and part my lips to dip my fingers in my wetness. I start circling my clit in slow agonizing movements, occasionally flicking over the top, sending a quick little spasm into my belly. I continue this pattern for a while as I feel my breath start to pick up and the muscles in my legs start to shake. I start flicking over the top of my hard clit faster and harder, building a rhythm until the pleasure moves through my whole body. My eyes roll back in my head and my fingers take on a life of their own. Circling, flicking and pulling. My legs are shaking and I feel myself start to approach that brick wall. In my mind I stare at his eyes and lose myself in the dark depths of his desire. I imagine his hands all over me as he tortures the orgasm out of me. My back arches and I scream as I break through the wall and my orgasm rips through me, leaving me sweating and shaking and moaning.

A loud bang breaks me out of my reverie as I notice he’s stormed in to the room. He has a panicked look on his face which confuses me. Then as he realizes my current situation his expression turns dangerously dark. Oh shit! All feelings of pleasure are gone as I look in to those eyes and catch a glimpse of the world of pain I’m about to enter. He shuts the door behind him and walks over to me as he pulls his belt from his jeans. He wraps the belt around my wrists tying them together above my head. I wrench in fear as I struggle to breathe because I’m still recovering from my orgasm.

“Please sir, I’m sorry I disobeyed you. I just couldn’t hold back anymore. Please forgive me, I won’t do it again.” I beg.

Without a word, he picks me up and drags me to the iron bar window. He straps me to the iron, this time, my feet actually stays on the floor unlike with the hand cuffs that I hung like a suicide victim. He slaps my thighs asking me to spread my legs wide. Oh God! this is bad! I knew I shouldn’t have touched myself.

“I`m very disappointed at you, what kind of a disobedient Slut are you? You were born naturally stubborn or you just like getting me upset?”

“I’m so sorry, please don’t hurt me.”

“It is not my intention to hurt you, but you leave me no choice. I thought that by now, you would have understood the situation but obviously I can see I need to outline the rules a bit more bluntly and you needed to be showed just exactly what happens to sluts when they break the rules.”

“But you wouldn’t touch me, I needed it and you wouldn’t give it to me. I am so sorry, please don’t hurt me.”

“You are just a whore, I see you are addicted to sex, who would have thought that the dying girl I saved from bleeding to death is a nympho? You will get what’s coming to you, you slut!”  Fear grips me and I hang my head in dread, panting, terrified of what is about to happen. There was no point begging, it only makes me sound pathetic. He will do whatever he wants to me and wouldn’t even blink at my pleas. “You are expected to obey me when I order you, and submit to my will at all times. You are always to make yourself available for me when I need you. I don’t care who you belonged to before I found you and gave you life, but you belong to me now and only I am allowed to use you and enjoy your body. You are not allowed to orgasm unless I give you permission to do so, and under no circumstances are you allowed to touch your pussy unless I instruct you to do so.”

My head is reeling as I try and focus on his voice and absorb what he is telling me. It’s becoming clear that my situation is much worse than I thought. I’m not just his captive, I’m his slave, and he is planning on breaking my will so that my whole world revolves around serving him. Fear and grief builds up inside me and I begin to cry hysterically. What will become of me? How did I get here? My life has become a horror movie or something close.

He ignores my obvious distress and continues his sycophantic rant about his rules.

“If you ever disobey my command or break one of the rules, your punishment will be decided by me, depending on the severity of the infraction, and will be carried out immediately. I will open your eyes to a whole new world of pain and pleasure and one day you will begin to love me, as I love you.”

My ears perk at the word love. How could this creep expect me to ever love him? What sort of sick perverted version of love does he understand if he thinks tying me up and torturing me is love? I try and take a deep breath to clear my head. I have to get out of here! But I won’t be going anywhere if I keep upsetting him and causing him to distrust me and tie me up. I have to get him to trust me and believe I have submitted to him. Eventually his guard will drop; I’ll be given more and more freedom until I can finally escape. My body slumps and dangles in front of him. My head resolved to withstand anything he can throw at me. He must notice the submission in my posture; the lack of defiance. I feel him move closer to me and he strokes my hair, whispering in to my ear,

“That’s my good girl. Now tell me, do you understand all I have said to you or do you want me to repeat myself?”

“I understand sir, I am so sorry, I won’t happen again.”

“Fine, apology accepted, but you still have to receive the punishment that’s coming to you, you need to be taught a lesson so that next time, before you get me angry, you will remember this day and discourage any future transgressions.”

I watch in terror as he pulls a whip out of the bag and brings it towards me. He swings the whip at me and I feel a stinging pain on my stomach. He keeps whipping me with it all over my body, even on my breast.

“Please sir, don’t do this, please I beg you. I have promised you I will be good from now on. I beg you with whatever you hold sacred. Please, it really hurts.” I cry and scream in pain.

Without saying anything, he stops. And I’m glad he did. It means my pleas didn’t fall on deaf ears. But wait, what is he doing? He reaches into his bag again and what he brings out frightens me even more. He brings out a gag. A gag? My words of pleas must have really pissed him off. Okay, this time I blame myself, I mean what was that shit that came out of my mouth? I beg you with what you hold sacred? What the fuck was I thinking saying such nonsense in a time like this? What? Am I in a church? Damn! Blessing, you will smell it tonight. And he puts the gag in my mouth and straps it behind my head, the he resumes whipping me. Oh the pain! Tears over flow from my eyes and I cry out in shock and pain from every hit. He’s hitting me harder than ever before. Whack! Whack! Whack! He hits me all over my chest, back and stomach, then down my thighs and in between my legs. Close to, but never quite touching my pussy. My body is stinging everywhere and my mind goes numb from the pain. I’ve lost count of how many times the whip has made contact with my body. It really hurts. I want to scream but I can’t, the gag won’t let me. I can’t even swallow my own saliva, I streams out out my mouth to the floor as my tears stream down too. If I Could speak, I would be telling him how I will never make him mad again.

Suddenly, he stops whipping me, I shut my eyes in fear of what may happen next. Then I feel his hands on my face, I open my eyes in panic. He looks me in the eyes as he unstraps the gag and pulls it out of my mouth. Then he throws the gag with the whip away. I feel relieved that he has finally had his fill and stopped. He places his lips on my neck, kissing me along my jaw, murmuring incomprehensibly into my skin. I manage to control my breathing,

“Thank you Sir, I promise not to break your rules again.” I quickly try to suck up to him just to massage his temper.

He replies with a chuckle, then he says, “The Punishment has only began, that was just a warm up my little Slut.”

My body trembles as his words sink in. What the fuck did this creep mean by ‘Warm up?’ he must be crazy. Is he trying to kill me? He loosens my wrists and drags me to the bench. He has my upper body lying over the bench, bent at the hips. He brings my arms above my head and in front of me and attaches the belt to the foot of the bench so I can’t move my arms. My aching skin is pushed in to the bench and the pain is almost excruciating. I feel him attach a belt of some sort over my back and I realize I’m being lashed on to the bench, with my ass exposed at the end. My breathing picks up and my body shakes with fear.

“I am now going to spank you and I don’t want any pleading from you, if you beg, I will cancel all you’ve counted and we will start again. The only sound I want to hear from you is the counts. If you make it to 15 without loosing count on your first try, then the remaining punishment will be waved. But if you screw up, there will be more hell to pay when you eventually reach 15. Is that clear?”

I nod my head to signal to him that I understood.

“I see you are becoming very obedient. You nodded instead of talking, good girl. I think I will start to trust you soon.”

He  takes up a position near my ass and I feel a sharp smack on my butt cheek.

It wasn’t too bad, I could handle this. I quickly count “One!” out loud before I get told off. As the word left my mouth the next hit came on my other butt cheek.

“Two!” A little bit harder than the first but not too bad. Another hit.

“Three!” Another. He keeps directing the hits to different areas around my ass so he doesn’t hit the same spot twice in a row.

I’m gritting my teeth as the hits start getting harder and harder.

“Four!”

“Five!”

“Six!”

“Seven.” Smack! Oh God! That one hurt. It brought little white dots to my eye, I gasp out.

“Eight!” then smack! Another hit right in the same spot! I cry out in pain and almost bite my tongue. I try and draw in a deep breath to help control the pain. He tells me to count and I stutter as I almost forget what we’re up to. I yell out “Nine!” before he starts to think I’ve forgotten. The smacks are so hard now it takes me a minute or so after each one to recover before I can mutter out the number. He must realize how much pain I’m in because he doesn’t push me to count faster. He just waits patiently before bringing his hand down to slap my ass again. It’s around the 12th spank that I bite my tongue so hard I can taste blood in my mouth. After the 13th I swear I’m close to passing out. It’s all I can do just focus on my breathing. If I get through this and don’t lose count, he’ll leave me alone. The 14th hit makes contact and the pain makes me shriek. I breathe deeply and count, willing it to be over. The 15th smack hits as I yell out “Fifteen!” then pass out from the pain.

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I wake up on the bed, my body aching all over. All the restraints have been taken off, and I see him standing at the edge of the bed, smiling down at me.

“I’m so proud of you for making it through the spanking. You’ve earned a very big reward my precious Slut.”

The pain in my body, and in my ass cheeks especially, is still so acute that I can barely comprehend what he’s saying to me.

“I’m going to pleasure you gently, and when you feel it, you are allowed to cum and you do not need to ask for my permission. I’m giving it to you right now.”

I try and move away from him as he tries to touch me, certain he is going to hurt me again. But the pain stops me from being able to move far. He grabs my legs and gently spreads them as he pulls me towards him at the end of the bed. He kneels down and rests his face between my legs, softly blowing on my pussy The cool breeze feels good and I start to relax a bit. Maybe he isn’t going to hurt me. Gently, he parts my lips with his tongue and lightly runs his tongue up and down my pussy slit. The warm attention feels so good compared to the brutal agony he just inflicted on my body. How can one person be so cruel and hurting one minute, then loving and gentle the next? Slowly, his tongue dips into my pussy, which he finds wet and waiting for him. Much to my surprise! Then he moves up to my clit, slowly circling and enticing the my clit out of its hood. I can’t ignore the pleasure building up inside me. Slowly the pleasure starts pushing away the pain and I relax in to his touch, letting my legs open wider, gently pushing my hips towards his face. I let out a soft moan. His tongue starts flicking gently over my clit as I feel one of his hands move up between my legs and slowly slides a finger into my warm and welcoming pussy.n

Feeling his finger inside me spikes up the pleasure which has taken over my body so I no longer feel the pain. His tongue starts working harder and harder as he draws my clit into his mouth, sucking and nibbling on it. The pressure inside me continues to build as he works his finger in and out of my hole. I start panting as my legs start shaking. The orgasm is building higher and higher and I try to control it before I realize he has already given me permission to cum. He slips a second finger into my pussy as he ravages my clit and moans against my pussy which pushes me over the edge and I start to cum violently into his face. My hips bucking and my legs shaking and I cry out in pleasure, letting my orgasm crash around me.He backs off from my clit, removing his fingers, and slowly laps up the juices that have spilled from my pussy. After he finishes licking up my entire juice, he backs away from me, allowing me relax my legs as I try and control my breathing while coming down from one of the most intense orgasms of my life. I open my eyes to find him standing over me, less than 6 inches away from me. I smile as I gaze in to his eyes. I want to say something to try and express my gratitude for the pleasure that he has just given me. But I can’t get my voice to work, so instead I try and convey my feelings through my eyes. He smiles and leans down to kiss my forehead before turning and leaving. Locking the door behind him and jerking me back to reality. I am his captive, not his girlfriend, I should not be thanking him for giving me please after he tortured me. He may have saved me from bleeding to death, but he has made me his Captive, he has made me his Slave.

I have survived my second true punishment. I had been whipped and spanked within an inch of my life but I survived. And I was rewarded with one of the most intriguing orgasms of my life. I don’t know where this man learnt his oral skills but every man needs to go where he went. Ofcourse I am going to keep trying to figure out a way to escape. My current plan was to get him to trust me enough so that I could go out alone and have the freedom to move around without him watching me closely. Then maybe once I had a bit more freedom I’d be able to figure out the next step. I’m trying to ignore the small voice in my head that cries a little bit each time I consider escaping. ‘You can’t leave all this pleasure behind Blessing.’ No! I am being held captive and my body is being used without my consent, even though I enjoy it, I need to get out of here. I need to go and find out if my Daddy is still alive, I can’t live like this. I have to find a way out of here. The truth is I’ve never heard any sound of traffic all through my stay here, so we must be quite secluded and far from town. It scares me as I realize that even if I do escape, I have no idea how to get back home, as I have no idea where I am. Worrying about my freedom gives me a banging headache, I am so exhausted from the punishment and from the orgasm that I force myself to sleep. This sleep is the best thing to ever happen to me, atleast now I can forget all my sorrows and pains for a few hours. Lord please help me. Daddy, if you are still alive, please find me, I need you. I pray as I cry myself to sleep.

To Be Continued…………..