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The Cabin
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Category:
Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
10
Views:
27,062
Reviews:
31
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
The Next Morning
I could not sleep through the night, not with the vibrator inside me. I did all I could to distract myself from its stimulation. An age of darkness was what I now lived in, there was pure nothingness. The fear of what he might do to me frightened me even more, the mind is a terrible creator of evil.
I knew the sun was rising when I heard the birds calling for me. Had they any idea what was happening to me? Was Alfred hungry, for who would feed him? My mind turned from these questions as I heard his footsteps coming toward the room. He came around and removed the dildo from me, to which I gave a great sigh of relief.
“You need to be clean, do not try to escape me.”
He warned me with a grave tone that sobered me. Then he set my legs free, slowly and methodically. Moving to my arms, I could feel him partly clothed, wearing only boxers, he released one of my arms, and that cuff went directly on to his wrist.
“I do not trust you to obey me.”
He led me out of the guest bedroom and into the master bedroom, then into the master bath. I could hear him drawing a bath in the over-sized tub. He told me to get in and lay down, I did so not knowing what to expect. The warm water lapped at my bruised ankles as I climbed in. He removed the wrist cuff from his arm and threaded it through the hand railing on the edge of the tub, then connecting my wrist to the other. My cold skin burned a little when I laid down into the warm and soothing water. I became submerged from my neck down in the water, and he turned the faucet off. His hands splashed gently in the water as he reached for me.
“Like I said, time to get clean.”
How could I understand? He had a bar of soap in one hand and proceeded in completely exploring my body while bathing me. He took extra time at a few spots to tease me with my involuntary reactions to his touch. I hated every second of this and he knew it. Starting at my neck and moving his way down he kneaded my breasts. Then he traveled to my stomach and my sides, which are extremely sensitive and caused me to arouse myself without my willingness. He continued downward and lightly cleansed my slit and lips.
“See, that’s not so bad, now is it?”
I did not answer; it felt so good to have a man touching me, but not this way, not this situation. He released both my wrists from the cuffs and let them slide into the water. Submerging my arms, he washed them, and the ache from having them above my head the entire night became much more intense. He leaned over the tub rail to kiss me, I could not kiss him back, that was too much. He kissed me harder and forced my mouth open with his tongue, which proceeded to go to the back of my throat. Releasing my arms from his grasp, he clutched my face and tried to get me to kiss him. He became angry and pushed me under the water, I had but a moment to catch a breath. He held me there for at least three minutes, and my heart and lungs felt as if they were to explode.
“Do you not understand?”
He removed the now wet blindfold and looked me straight in the eye. The glare burned into me and I defiantly disallowed his knowledge of my thoughts. Growing angry, he yanked me out of the warm water and threw me on the cold tile flooring. I yelped in pain from the impact and he only seemed to grow stronger with every strike I tried to lay upon him. He seized my sore wrists and slammed them on the ground above my head, effectively pinning me to the floor. My strength was no match as he lined up to ravage me again.
This was worse than before, I could see in his eyes that he would never regret what he was doing to me, only that he wanted to have me, and anything less he would not accept. I slid around on the floor, trying to avoid his movements, but it was useless. He took me with force and again I gasped in surprise from his size. Kissing me, he tried to force me to open my mouth, which I did, and then quickly shut it, driving my teeth into his tongue, and tasting his blood in my mouth. He punched me in the side to regain his tongue and pulled off me.
“You stupid woman, why did you do that?”
I knew the sun was rising when I heard the birds calling for me. Had they any idea what was happening to me? Was Alfred hungry, for who would feed him? My mind turned from these questions as I heard his footsteps coming toward the room. He came around and removed the dildo from me, to which I gave a great sigh of relief.
“You need to be clean, do not try to escape me.”
He warned me with a grave tone that sobered me. Then he set my legs free, slowly and methodically. Moving to my arms, I could feel him partly clothed, wearing only boxers, he released one of my arms, and that cuff went directly on to his wrist.
“I do not trust you to obey me.”
He led me out of the guest bedroom and into the master bedroom, then into the master bath. I could hear him drawing a bath in the over-sized tub. He told me to get in and lay down, I did so not knowing what to expect. The warm water lapped at my bruised ankles as I climbed in. He removed the wrist cuff from his arm and threaded it through the hand railing on the edge of the tub, then connecting my wrist to the other. My cold skin burned a little when I laid down into the warm and soothing water. I became submerged from my neck down in the water, and he turned the faucet off. His hands splashed gently in the water as he reached for me.
“Like I said, time to get clean.”
How could I understand? He had a bar of soap in one hand and proceeded in completely exploring my body while bathing me. He took extra time at a few spots to tease me with my involuntary reactions to his touch. I hated every second of this and he knew it. Starting at my neck and moving his way down he kneaded my breasts. Then he traveled to my stomach and my sides, which are extremely sensitive and caused me to arouse myself without my willingness. He continued downward and lightly cleansed my slit and lips.
“See, that’s not so bad, now is it?”
I did not answer; it felt so good to have a man touching me, but not this way, not this situation. He released both my wrists from the cuffs and let them slide into the water. Submerging my arms, he washed them, and the ache from having them above my head the entire night became much more intense. He leaned over the tub rail to kiss me, I could not kiss him back, that was too much. He kissed me harder and forced my mouth open with his tongue, which proceeded to go to the back of my throat. Releasing my arms from his grasp, he clutched my face and tried to get me to kiss him. He became angry and pushed me under the water, I had but a moment to catch a breath. He held me there for at least three minutes, and my heart and lungs felt as if they were to explode.
“Do you not understand?”
He removed the now wet blindfold and looked me straight in the eye. The glare burned into me and I defiantly disallowed his knowledge of my thoughts. Growing angry, he yanked me out of the warm water and threw me on the cold tile flooring. I yelped in pain from the impact and he only seemed to grow stronger with every strike I tried to lay upon him. He seized my sore wrists and slammed them on the ground above my head, effectively pinning me to the floor. My strength was no match as he lined up to ravage me again.
This was worse than before, I could see in his eyes that he would never regret what he was doing to me, only that he wanted to have me, and anything less he would not accept. I slid around on the floor, trying to avoid his movements, but it was useless. He took me with force and again I gasped in surprise from his size. Kissing me, he tried to force me to open my mouth, which I did, and then quickly shut it, driving my teeth into his tongue, and tasting his blood in my mouth. He punched me in the side to regain his tongue and pulled off me.
“You stupid woman, why did you do that?”