The Cabin

Lying on the bed, I had to smile to myself. This man, who could break me in an instant, was just broken himself. I began laughing, quietly at first, and then triumphantly.
Footsteps tapped down the wood plank hallway, I tried to stifle myself to no avail. Then I saw his face and the only word I can use to describe it was terror. Not from fear of me, but the internal fear he held from knowing what he was going to do to me. He climbed onto the bed, kneeing me in the groin and punching my ribcage along the way. As he grasped for a pillow above my head, my laughter grew louder almost turned into tears. Barely sucking air through the down pillow, I pulled, yanked, and fought against my restraints, screaming for him to stop. I grew weak and lost myself to darkness.

I came to as he was finishing shackling my wrists to some rings that had been placed at the top of the door. The rings were connected to leather straps that were somehow jammed in between the door and the frame. Groggily, I watched as he reached for a T-shaped metal contraption. One bar was adjustable and on the end of it was a sizable dildo. The other ends each had a cuff connected to them. As he came closer I kicked at him, trying to keep this sinister object away from me. I had no affect on him and it did not help that I was still slow from overcoming suffocation.

He slammed me against the door, effectively pinning me with that thing between us. Biting my collarbone, he shoved the dildo into my center, causing me to gasp for breath. He quickly turned around and kept me in place as he grabbed each of my ankles and bound them to the other two ends of the apparatus. Then he started to adjust the center bar and pushed the dildo as far in as he could to where I began wincing and whimpering in pain. He took a step back and smiled.

My legs were as straight as they could be, and any slight bend in them forced the dildo farther into my center, causing considerable harm. I tried pulling myself up by the cuffs on my wrists, but it did not help in the slightest. He came back to me and clutched my hips. Then he pressed down on my hips driving the dildo into me, succeeding to make me scream in agony.

“Never think that you’ve won. You’re my fucking whore and slave.”
He yelled at me through my howls.

Punching me directly above my pelvic bone, he terrorized my center. Once again, he stood back from me, his cock hard and stiff. He reached for one of the vibrators, put it against my clit, and began to rub it against me. I could feel my center warming under the rhythmic massaging. Suckling my neck and shoulders, he turned the vibrator on. My legs began to tremble, trying desperately to support my body as it was trying to collapse to an orgasm. The dildo inched in and out of my center as he continued with the vibe and he bit at my nipples. His free hand was wrapped behind me, fingering my ass.

As I came, my legs give way and the dildo was jammed into my center. There was no pleasure in this excruciating pain. He did not stop after I had finished cumming; instead, he prolonged my torture by keeping me from regaining myself. When he finally did end, he simply walked away from me; leaving me to impale myself again if I so much as flinched.

I watched the clock on my nightstand tick past the minutes I was suffering. After the longest two hours and forty-three minutes of my life, he came back and released me. I collapsed to the floor, unable to stand. He grabbed my waist, picking me up and throwing me down against the opposite wall. Then he flipped my lifeless body onto my stomach and with one hand pressed my face into the floor. With the other, he spread the cheeks of my ass apart and slammed his cock into me without a moment’s hesitation.

Lying there, I took every bit that he was giving me. I had no strength with which to fight, and I passed out before he finished with me.