Forever Caged [Complete]

Chapter 25 : Submission


Reyvn's mind had long since gone numb. The drugs were playing havoc with his mind and body, and by now he'd just given up on resisting the demon. He could tell the healing potion was wearing off, because his wounds were taking longer and longer to heal. He knew Rendell had torn him up again, and could feel the blood trickling down his ass, as well as down his back and thighs. He was still chained down to Rendell's bed, but the demon had left for the time to take a break. It seemed the darkness was taking a break too. It was the second night he'd been here, though from what he was told it was actually the fifth. He idly wondered where Lesara was, and if Ravis had really sent their message for help. He glanced to the door every so often, half-expecting the little maid to come in and tend to him. He guessed that Rendell just didn't care, and probably had more plans in store for him before the night was done.
He shut his eyes, and just tried to get some sleep while he could.

Rendell had given Clarice strict orders to stay away from the room, and she could see no other way around it. She would have to wait till daybreak to go in with some food for that boy her master kept in there. She was in the sun room, pruning her plants and doing the closest thing to fidgeting she knew how to do. Meanwhile, Rendell was in his library, going over the books Koumori was reading. The veran was right; there were a great many things in here that were very useful. Perhaps he should make use of the library more often. It was only midnight, so he could test his newfound knowledge on Reyvn.

Reyvn slept long and hard, ignoring all the little movements and noises that shifted through the room. His dreams were dark and empty, with the occasional flicker of images streaming through, faster than his sight could keep up with. He didn't even respond when the door to the room creaked open.

Rendell slipped into the room, with Clarice behind him holding a bundle of towels. She didn't have to work to contain her relief; living with this unstable man had taught her to hide herself well. "Boy! Wake up, you're going to get bathed. When Clarice is done with you, you're going to come straight back here." He threw a heavy book down on the bed next to Reyvn. "We're going to try each spell in that book."

Reyvn made a soft noise at Rendell, as though complaining for disrupting his sleep. He opened his eyes, glancing at the book near his face, then at Clarice, then at Rendell. Bathe? About time. He started to move to get up, but stopped when the chains clanked softly.

"Clarice, take care of the boy." He handed her a heavy set of keys and walked out. She uncuffed Reyvn, and sat him up. "Follow me please," she said softly, then led him to a bathroom. She lit all the candles, turned all the lanterns on, everything that emitted light. She was trying to get rid of the shadows for Reyvn. She then set the towels down on the sink, unfolded them and pulled out some fruit. "Here, eat this. It isn't much, but it should help." She then went to draw up a bath, making a bit of a fuss.

Reyvn followed her silently, rubbing his wrists. It'd been too long since he'd last been allowed to walk, and found it hard to keep steady. Though that might've been due partially to blood loss. He was thankful for the light she made for him, and moreso when he took the fruit from her. He thanked her quietly, and ate quickly but neatly, famished. Rendell was as bad as Koumori with forgetting to feed him. He didn't sit down while Clarice drew the bath, the cuts on his backside still stinging.

Clarice held up a bottle of soap and a towel. "Are you able to bathe yourself?"

Reyvn swallowed, looking at the objects. "I think so," he said softly. He took both from her, went to the tub and set the towel on a nearby stool, then stepped in. He sat down carefully, and sucked in air as the hot water stung his cuts. He remained still for a few moments, trying to relax.

"Don't tax yourself." Clarice took a rag and began rinsing Reyvn's body. "The last room servant he kept died doing that. He kept trying to do everything himself after Master had done things to him, and he wore himself to death."

Reyvn looked up at her, surprised. Hadn't Arna mentioned something about Rendell killing a previous servant? Well, he supposed now he knew what happened. He sighed softly, and let Clarice clean him off. He flinched and twitched a little, but her hands were soft and gentle. It was a welcome change from Rendell's brutality. He started washing off the front of his body while the maid worked on his back. He thought for a while, then asked, "Why do you work for Rendell?"

Clarice shrugged. "My parents owed a debt and sold me off to pay for it. Master was the one who bought me at the auction. Common story, nothing special." She wrung the rag out and sat back. "Should I let you soak for a bit?"

Reyvn nodded. "I want to stay away from him as long as I can," he said softly. He leaned back and started washing his hair. When he finished putting the conditioner in, he let it set for a while. He rested against the side of the tub, enjoying the soothing warmth of the water and the soft lighting of the room. "Is there...a better way to handle him? No matter how I act, he just hurts me more. He seems to like my submissiveness well enough when I'm drugged, but even then he tortures me. I don't know what to do."

"Yes, we've all been through that." Clarice said. "He's never physically hurt me, but he is cruel." She rolled up her sleeves and began massaging Reyvn's head. "Different things worked for different people. I learned to shut him out, the others ignored him, didn't respond when he beat them into submission. But we paid for it." She worked down his neck and into his shoulders. "We paid dearly."

Reyvn let his eyes close, making soft noises while Clarice massaged him. "So I just...have to deal with him, I guess."

Clarice made a noise of agreement. There was a quiet knock on the door, and she jumped up. "Clarice, take all the time you need washing him," Rendell's voice snaked under the door. Her face went pale, and she stuttered, "Y-yes sir." She heard the heavy footsteps walk away and she sighed her relief. "I best not say anymore."

Reyvn jumped up with her, then relaxed when Rendell didn't enter. He heard him leave, then looked at Clarice. He supposed they were both in trouble now. He said a quiet apology, then moved to rinse out his hair. He stayed in the tub until the water started to get cold, finished up, and stepped out to dry off. He wrapped a towel tightly around his waist and made sure it would stay put, then headed for the door. "Guess I should go back now," he said quietly.

Clarice clenched her jaw and went to lead Reyvn back to the bedroom. There, Rendell was waiting in a long, green robe. He dismissed Clarice and beckoned Reyvn over. "Did you have a good bath?"

Reyvn stepped closer, slow and cautious. The time he spent in the bath allowed his wounds to finish healing, and he was glad those pains would be gone for a while. He knew Rendell had some plans for him, so he didn't think he'd be cut again for a time. He'd also gotten a brief glance out a window as he was walking through the halls, and saw that the moon was starting to fall towards the horizon. It would be morning in a couple more hours, and then he'd be safe from Rendell until the next night. He only hoped Rendell would be playing a very long game. "Yes I did," he replied softly. The orange rings around his irises had long since faded, returning to the usual flecks hiding in his faceted blue eyes.

Rendell slid off the bed and took off the robe, revealing an interesting outfit. There were two straps going over each shoulder that connected to a red and black silk corset. His obscenely tight leather pants clung to every curve, and accentuated his toned behind. His boots went up to the thigh, and buckled all the way down to the spiked metal heels. When he walked over to Reyvn, his movements had a slightly effeminate sway, partially because the corset cinched his waist, and partially because the boots made it difficult to walk. "It's been a long time since this getup has seen any action. You should feel privileged. Clarice gets to see it next."

Red tinged Reyvn's cheeks when Rendell walked towards him, eyes quickly moving over the dramatic outfit. It forced him to notice that Rendell had a very nice body, and he wanted to shake his head and smack himself for thinking that. He blushed a little harder while Rendell walked toward him, and he fought not to step back. He looked up at the demon, heart beating against his ribcage. It took him a moment to register what had been said. "What? Wh, why Clarice?"

"Clarice is none of your business." Rendell smirked. Reyvn's sudden change in expression made his smile grow more sly as he tilted his head down, bright green eyes glittering. "Now put this on. We haven't much time before I sleep, certainly not long enough to try anything complicated. I think some good, traditional fun is in order."

Reyvn blushed even harder when Rendell brought an elaborate outfit from behind his back. He could see the corset, the skirt, and the collar, but there were some things he was unfamiliar with. He took a half step back, staring at the strange clothes. He waited for Rendell to hand them to him, then went to the bed and set the clothes on it. He removed the towel and set it on the bed too, then started to wiggle into the corset.

Rendell watched, amused as Reyvn squirmed into the ensemble. When Reyvn was had the corset on, he grabbed the strings behind him and said, "Hang on to the bedpost and exhale." He placed one foot against Reyvn's back and gave them a deadly yank, curving the boy's figure even more.

Reyvn did as he was told, and squeaked when the last bit of air was forced out of him. He tried not to breathe in so Rendell could tie the corset, and was glad the material was so thick or the metal spike of the demon's boot would have punctured him. He went back to the bed and finished putting on the costume, pulling on the separate blue sleeves, the tight nothing of the indigo skirt, the sheer white thigh-highs and the sharply inclined high heeled white boots. He connected all the corresponding straps and buckles, and carefully stood to present himself to Rendell.

Rendell nodded in approval. He circled around the boy a few times, tugging this, adjusting that, finally backing off. "Wonderful," he purred before pushing Reyvn back on the bed. He grinned as the short skirt slid up over Reyvn's round ass, pleased at the view. His hand slid down the blue and white silken fabric of the corset while his eyes devoured every inch of Reyvn's body.

Reyvn squeaked again, landing on his back. He found it hard to move, let alone breathe with the tight corset squeezing him, and for now just remained still for Rendell to admire him.

The shadows writhed around them, and two thin tentacles slithered across the bed to loop themselves in the D-hooks on Reyvn's arms. They pulled him up across the bed while two others looped around his ankles. They tugged playfully at him, still allowing him room to move. Rendell reached under his bed and came back up with a riding switch. He whapped it against his own arm, and was pleased to see the red welt it left swell a little.

Reyvn wanted to roll away and flee from the tentacles. He was sick of their messing with him. He sat up, watching Rendell with the switch, and winced when he saw the mark it left behind. It was a lot better than knives and cuts at least. He mentally sighed, then decided not to fight the man anymore. He rolled over onto his hands and knees, presenting his backside to Rendell.

Rendell watched Reyvn, curious. When he understood the boy's intentions, he laughed. "There we go, now you're learning. But it's not as much fun if you just give in." The switch whistled through the air and smacked Reyvn's ass.

Reyvn's cheeks tinged red again, his fingers digging into the sheets as they curled. 'I know,' he thought. He yelped when the hard leather connected with his tender flesh. If he could make it less fun for Rendell, maybe the demon would just lighten up or give up.

Rendell waved the shadows away, then hit Reyvn again. "Come on, put up a fight. Don't tell me I broke you already." He dug his claws into the swell of Reyvn's hip.

Reyvn yelped again at the second strike, and his back arched slightly when Rendell grabbed his hip. He gasped softly, then said, "I was broken a long time ago."

Rendell pricked his finger against his canine, and waited for the blood to well up. He slipped the tip of it around Reyvn's lips and said, "Here, this should put the fight back in you."

Reyvn jerked his head away as soon as he smelled the blood. He could feel it on his lips, and fought the urge to lick. He'd tasted Rendell before and loved it, and it was almost too hard to resist flicking his tongue out.

"Go on, you know you want a taste." Rendell put an arm around Reyvn's middle and pulled him up, then pressed his bleeding finger against the boy's mouth.

Reyvn whimpered, turning his head away again. "No." He didn't even try escaping Rendell's grasp.

"Well at least you're resisting now." Rendell nuzzled the nape of Reyvn's neck, then nibbled gently. His other hand slid up and down the boy's stomach as he pressed himself against Reyvn.

Reyvn kept his mouth shut, sure that Rendell wasn't going to give up on trying to make him taste blood. He gingerly placed his arms over each of Rendell's, following them with his own.

Rendell's face betrayed his surprise. "What's this? You're acting like you want this." He pressed his hips against Reyvn's backside, expecting him to whine at the pressure on his welts.

Reyvn gasped sharply at the pressure, though it actually eased the pain a little. "Maybe," he replied quietly. All he needed was for Rendell to believe him.

The demon's hands paused, looking down at Reyvn with an odd expression. "I don't believe you. Only last night, you were fighting with all your strength. What brought on this change of heart?"

Reyvn froze, mind racing. Now what could he say? Then he remembered Rendell's words from the previous night. "I've... decided I like it."

"Liar!" He pushed Reyvn back down. "You don't up and decide these things in a night. Did Clarice say something?" He didn't wait for an answer before flipping Reyvn over. He stood up on the bed and placed a spiked heel against Reyvn's stomach. "You had best start telling the truth."

Reyvn wrapped his hands lightly over Rendell's foot as he looked up with mild fear and uncertainty. He gently pushed down with his hands, as if telling Rendell to press harder. "She didn't tell me anything." His voice came out calm and steady, and he was pleased. It was time he slipped into the careful acting skills he'd learned under Koumori's harsh treatment.

Rendell rocked his weight onto his toe, pressing into Reyvn's stomach. "I still think you're lying." The shadows quivered, wanting the boy, but Rendell kept them back. "It looks like I'm going to have to light some lamps in here... Clarice!" He called out for his maid. He bent down, still keeping his foot pressed against Reyvn. He re-opened the prick on his finger, which had closed by then, and placed it against the boy's lips. "I see you let my blood go to waste," he said, noticing the dried blood against Reyvn's lips. "See that it doesn't happen again." Rendell pressed his finger down a little harder.

Reyvn frowned, then wrapped his hands around Rendell's tightly and turned his head again before the demon could slip the finger into his mouth. "Koumori used to do all these things to me before he sold me. I do like it, I just...needed to adjust to a new person."

Rendell smirked. "I knew that man had no idea what he was doing." Just then, Clarice knocked quietly on the door. "It's a good thing you got through to me in time. I was going to punish her if I thought you were lying. Come in, Clarice!" The door creaked open, and the little maid looked at her master. The only thing that betrayed that she saw anything was the pink tinge in her cheeks. "Clarice, be a dear and light the lamps. The darkness is getting restless." The little maid hurried and lit the four lamps in the room, bringing a dim glow to the place. Now that there was more light than that of the moon, Rendell could better take in Reyvn's beauty. The shadows slunk away, and Clarice left with a bow.

Rendell removed his foot and pulled Reyvn up to a sitting position. "Damn, but you're beautiful. Say it again." Rendell's voice was thick with proud eagerness.

Reyvn's face didn't betray one damn thing he felt. He only gave Rendell the expressions he was certain would please him. He let the demon pull him up, and the orange flecks hiding in his eyes slid and locked around his pupils. Even in this light the change was hard to notice, but it somehow made the blue appear darker. Eager. Reyvn gave the slightest of smiles to Rendell, and said, "I do like it, Master." He reached forward then to touch the demon's chest, slowly, cautiously, keeping his eyes locked with Rendell's.

Rendell let Reyvn touch him, and was pleased. He laid the boy back down, pressing his lips against Reyvn's. He suddenly didn't want to beat Reyvn so much as ravish him now. His tongue tasted his own blood on the boy's lips as it tried to find entrance into Reyvn's mouth.

Reyvn blushed, and slid his hands to Rendell's shoulders. He kissed the demon back a little, careful not to open his mouth. He couldn't afford to taste blood, not now. Not after he'd done all this careful work. He couldn't keep the demon from fucking him, but he could at least keep from being beaten again. He gasped and turned his head to the side quickly, exposing his pale, smooth neck.

Rendell went with it and nibbled down Reyvn's neck before biting. His fingertips found Reyvn's chest and toyed with everything they came across. His other hand traced down the boning of the corset, fidgeting with its edges a bit before sliding down to Reyvn's hips, tracing little designs with his claws above the tiny skirt.

Reyvn's fingers snaked into Rendell's hair, gently massaging. He moaned softly, enjoying the light touches. He pressed his hips up a little, silently asking for more. If he could just stall until dawn, perhaps he could escape the demon's clutches.

Rendell's other hand slipped between Reyvn's thighs, massaging gently. Rendell then dug his claws into a thigh, and continued massaging up higher. His tongue slipped around Reyvn's nipple before taking it into his mouth. For the moment, he was simply enjoying touching him, getting him to make noises for him.

Reyvn braced one foot on the bed carefully and spread that leg a little further out to allow Rendell more space. He made small noises and gasps at the touches, and moved his body around a bit to give the man a convincing show. A lot of it did feel good though, and he wasn't sure how careful he could continue to be.

Rendell nipped at Reyvn's nipple and dragged his claws up the inside of his thighs. There, they met Reyvn's crotch, and he began to stroke and fondle him. He took his time teasing Reyvn, wanting him to keep making little noises before he raped him again.

Reyvn meeped and whimpered quietly at the soft biting and scratching. He also couldn't keep himself from becoming hard in Rendell's hand, and he let his head tilt back as he moaned softly. He didn't dare glance out the window, thinking Rendell might notice it and catch on.

Rendell slid down between Reyvn's legs, and slid his tongue up his hardening cock. One hand gently fondled his balls while the other dug nails hard into one soft cheek of Reyvn's ass. He teased the tip of the boy's hardness with a canine, sliding it around the sensitive head before taking it into his mouth.

Reyvn glanced down his body at Rendell, propping himself up on his elbows. Red tinged his cheeks as he watched the man work, and the things Rendell was doing with those claws of his made him shudder and gasp. His head fell back again when the demon took him into his mouth, hips gently thrusting up for more while he let out a moan.

Rendell happily swallowed Reyvn's cock, and he raked his claws down the exposed skin on Reyvn's thighs. He was ready to start getting mean now, and wanted to show it.

Reyvn flopped back down on the bed, hips jerking at the sudden pain. He'd been expecting Rendell to be rough; he knew he wasn't going to completely escape abuse, but at least he wasn't just going to be beaten half to death. He yelped and moaned louder, half-enjoying the claws.

Rendell pulled away and picked up the switch again. He lifted Reyvn's legs so that they were almost touching his shoulders and hit the back of his thighs a few times.

Reyvn suddenly found it a lot harder to breathe once his legs were lifted. He looked passed them at Rendell, and had only a second to prepare for the strikes that came. He yelped and whimpered with each hit, fingers gripping at the sheets.

"What's the matter? You said you enjoyed this, didn't you?" His blows fell harder and harder, till eventually they split skin. "Don't tell me that was a lie."

Reyvn's breath came shorter and quicker, face flushing. He yelped and whined louder, some of them turning into moans while Rendell whacked away. "I-it hurts, but it feels good," he managed to gasp out.

Rendell was pleased and rewarded Reyvn by stroking his cock a few times. The boy couldn't have been lying if he was still hard. He was certain the drug had worn off by now.

Reyvn gasped again, letting out another pleasured moan when he felt Rendell's hand stroking him. He got a peek out the window when his head tilted back, and noticed the sky was starting to pale.

Just then, the doorbell sounded.

Rendell cursed. "Clarice, get that for me!" He got up, rummaged around for a decent shirt and put it on. He then pulled out the bottle of aphrodisiac, went to Reyvn, forced his mouth open and poured in a few drops. "I don't want you losing that erection yet," he explained before leaving.

Reyvn sat up quickly, watching Rendell freak out a bit as he scurried about. He did not see the bottle coming until the last second, but didn't swallow immediately. He watched Rendell leave and sighed in relief. He got up to find some place to spit out the drug, and noticed the bathroom door was cracked open. He started walking towards it, but his balance in heels was poor. He stumbled a little and caught himself on the bedpost, then swallowed and sighed again. His eyes snapped open. 'Oh gods no. Did I just...?' he thought, panicking. The taste of the drug was still on his tongue, but he knew it had slid down his throat. He put his hand to his throat, and slowly sat back down.