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The Cabin
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Category:
Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
10
Views:
27,065
Reviews:
31
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
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 Realization
I had fallen asleep and awoken to the sunset, how long had I been here, cuffed to this bed? I smelled food being cooked and I realized how hungry I was. Had I really not eaten for a day? Moaning, I tried to move, but with each twist and flinch, my back, wrists, and ankle stung. He must have heard me stirring for he came back in the room.
“Awake I see? You are no good to me asleep or exhausted.”
I looked up at him; my face caked in blood and tears, and stared.
“Will you obey me now?”
I needed to be free of this man, and the only way to do that was to be free myself from the cuffs.
“Yes,” I meekly whispered.
“Good, I’ll let you take a shower and use the bathroom.”
He leaned down to kiss me, and I knew I had to kiss him back, but for an instant, I did not. He kissed me harder and I weakly kissed him back.
“Don’t let that happen again.”
Setting me free he took his time to touch every part of my body, teasing and tickling me. I tried not to react but there were ties when I could not help but do so, and I hated myself for it. After he had finished releasing me from my bonds, he flipped me over and told me not to move. He then removed his boxers and straddled my chest.
“One last test, and then you may go.”
I knew what I had to do. I cautiously reached for his cock with my right hand, shut my eyes and put it in my mouth. I could feel him growing hard as I stroked his shaft and rolled his head around with my tongue. He slowly began to move himself in and out of my mouth until all I could do was suck him as hard as I could to keep up. He drove his cock down my throat and pounded my mouth as fast and fiercely as he could. His strokes became uneven and he filled my mouth with his salty cum.
“Swallow it you whore.”
I did as I was told and he set me free to use the master bath. I turned the water on in the shower then went to the restroom, which was much needed by now. Then I looked at myself in the mirror. Both of my eyes where swollen and bruised from the blows he delivered upon me. There where little paths of clean skin where my tears had washed through the blood. My back was caked in dried blood and the sores from the whip still oozed a little still. I reached for my toothbrush and paste; I needed to get rid of his taste. I must have brushed my teeth five times before I was slightly satisfied and stopped. I climbed into the shower and let the hot water run over my body. By the time the water reached the floor of the shower, it was red. My back stung and seared under the water, but that pain was welcome compared to the pain he gave me.
I heard the door open and through the frosted glass door, I watched him undress and come to the shower. He opened the shower door and pushed me against the wall, kissing me.
“Feeling better? Let me help you.”
He took the soap from the ledge and turned me around. He suckled at my neck as he ran the length of my torso and upper thighs with the soap. Gently massaging my breasts, he pressed himself into my back and I winced in pain. After he was done groping me, he turned me around to face him. I stared blankly into his eyes, not giving any advantage on my situation. He kissed me again and carefully soaped my back and grabbed the rag that was on the hook and took it across my back, cleaning all the dried blood off.
“I’ll let you finish up in here.”
He rinsed the residual suds off himself and left the shower. I rinsed the front side of me off then turned around and rinsed off my back, the water still ran red. Then I cleaned what he had left in me earlier that day off, thrice over, until I knew it was gone. After that, I washed my hair to get the sweat and blood out of it. I gingerly cleaned my face and then turned off the water. I stood there for a moment, collecting myself.
“Awake I see? You are no good to me asleep or exhausted.”
I looked up at him; my face caked in blood and tears, and stared.
“Will you obey me now?”
I needed to be free of this man, and the only way to do that was to be free myself from the cuffs.
“Yes,” I meekly whispered.
“Good, I’ll let you take a shower and use the bathroom.”
He leaned down to kiss me, and I knew I had to kiss him back, but for an instant, I did not. He kissed me harder and I weakly kissed him back.
“Don’t let that happen again.”
Setting me free he took his time to touch every part of my body, teasing and tickling me. I tried not to react but there were ties when I could not help but do so, and I hated myself for it. After he had finished releasing me from my bonds, he flipped me over and told me not to move. He then removed his boxers and straddled my chest.
“One last test, and then you may go.”
I knew what I had to do. I cautiously reached for his cock with my right hand, shut my eyes and put it in my mouth. I could feel him growing hard as I stroked his shaft and rolled his head around with my tongue. He slowly began to move himself in and out of my mouth until all I could do was suck him as hard as I could to keep up. He drove his cock down my throat and pounded my mouth as fast and fiercely as he could. His strokes became uneven and he filled my mouth with his salty cum.
“Swallow it you whore.”
I did as I was told and he set me free to use the master bath. I turned the water on in the shower then went to the restroom, which was much needed by now. Then I looked at myself in the mirror. Both of my eyes where swollen and bruised from the blows he delivered upon me. There where little paths of clean skin where my tears had washed through the blood. My back was caked in dried blood and the sores from the whip still oozed a little still. I reached for my toothbrush and paste; I needed to get rid of his taste. I must have brushed my teeth five times before I was slightly satisfied and stopped. I climbed into the shower and let the hot water run over my body. By the time the water reached the floor of the shower, it was red. My back stung and seared under the water, but that pain was welcome compared to the pain he gave me.
I heard the door open and through the frosted glass door, I watched him undress and come to the shower. He opened the shower door and pushed me against the wall, kissing me.
“Feeling better? Let me help you.”
He took the soap from the ledge and turned me around. He suckled at my neck as he ran the length of my torso and upper thighs with the soap. Gently massaging my breasts, he pressed himself into my back and I winced in pain. After he was done groping me, he turned me around to face him. I stared blankly into his eyes, not giving any advantage on my situation. He kissed me again and carefully soaped my back and grabbed the rag that was on the hook and took it across my back, cleaning all the dried blood off.
“I’ll let you finish up in here.”
He rinsed the residual suds off himself and left the shower. I rinsed the front side of me off then turned around and rinsed off my back, the water still ran red. Then I cleaned what he had left in me earlier that day off, thrice over, until I knew it was gone. After that, I washed my hair to get the sweat and blood out of it. I gingerly cleaned my face and then turned off the water. I stood there for a moment, collecting myself.