*Note: This story contains kidnapping, rape, sex slavery/trafficking, and other topics that may be triggering to some. Read at your own peril!*
“Serve you? You clearly have employees to do that for you.” I wasn’t going to touch the ‘love’ topic right now.
“Serving me isn’t bringing me food or fetching my groceries. I want you to take care of my non-economic needs. Sex, romance, heirs.” … Heirs? I was 19 years old. He wanted me to have his children?! My eyes grew wide.
“No, no, no. I can’t do those things for you! I can’t have a kid!”
His response was simple, “you can and you will.”
We finished our breakfast in silence. It didn’t seem like there was anything left to say. He called Jamie using the phone on the desk and she came to take away our plates.
Once she was gone, he stood and said, “now, please get on the bed. I know you’re scared, I know you’re going to want to fight me on this, but I really don’t want to hurt you.”
I stood up and looked at him, my fear causing me to shake. “Master, I can’t. Please don’t do this. I’m a virgin!”
“Amanda, you are mine now. I’m going to ask you nicely one last time: please get on the bed.” His eyes were steely and emotionless.
“No! I won’t do this!” I ran toward the bathroom and slammed the door, locking it behind me and pressing my back against it.
He calmly walked to the door and pressed a button. I heard the electronic lock open up and my fear ratcheted up. I pressed harder against the door, but I was just too small. He easily opened the door, pushing me away from it in the process. Once he was in, he simply said, “look at me.”
I turned to him and as soon as my eyes met his, he slapped me hard across the face. The room spun and I fell to my knees, holding my hand to my red-hot cheek and beginning to cry.
He knelt down next to me, softly saying, “I don’t want to hurt you, Amanda. But don’t mistake my desire for my need. I need you to understand that I can and will hurt you if you disobey me. Do you understand?”
I sobbed harder, whispering, “yes.”
He struck me again. “You were doing so well. Try again.”
“Yes, Master.” My mind reeled. This … was really happening. I don’t know if I had believed it before then.
“Good girl. Now, come get on the bed. Lay on your back.” I whimpered and got up, following his instructions, still crying.
“Please… Please don’t do this. Please don’t do this, Master.” I was glad to have remembered, which brought a new wave of shame. The wetness I felt intensified the shame, too. Why was this turning me on? He was going to rape me!
“Shh… Just lay down.” He reached out and took my wrist, attaching a cuff on the headboard that I hadn’t previously noticed. He repeated this with the other. At this point, I had no more fight left in me… I just let him do what he wanted. When he lifted my legs and attached my ankles as well — causing my legs to spread open and my socked feet to dangle above my panties — I began to cry again, because I knew he could see.
“I love the little wet spot on your panties, little girl. Seems you don’t hate this as much as you say you do.” With this, he reached down and ran his finger along my slit, making me moan through the tears. “That’s what I like to hear.”
He climbed on the bed and pulled my panties out of the way, sliding a finger into my tight, wet pussy. I involuntarily moaned loudly. “Holy fuck, little girl. You feel amazing.” I tried to clench my thighs together but the cuffs and chains held me in place. I felt my pussy clench around his finger and I became even more wet in spite of myself.
He leaned down and pulled my lips apart with his free hand, running his tongue up and down my slit and making me yearn for more. How had he turned me on so much so quickly? I wanted nothing more than for him to suck on my clit, but he wouldn’t go near it. I whimpered and clenched harder on his finger.
He slid another finger into me, stretching me out. Then he began to fuck me with them, running my g-spot roughly. “I know you’re feeling conflicted, but I also know how good this feels. I want you to feel good. I want you to cum.” After he delivered that mini monologue, he leaned down again and ran the length of his tongue across my clit, making me moan loudly.
It didn’t take long before his actions had me getting closer and closer to cumming. He knew this too, and when he felt me tightening and bucking against his fingers and mouth, he rapidly sped up and started sucking on my clit. I couldn’t even moan anymore, just gasp. “Please, Mast– please!”
He stopped sucking for a moment and said, “please what?” Then he continued.
“Please let… me cum!” My cheeks flushed hard and I knew it was going to happen no matter what. He sped up even more and I could hear my juices on his fingers. He hummed as he sucked on and lapped at my clit, driving me over the edge. “Oh god!” I clenched harder and he just kept fucking me, driving me to a second and even third orgasm. He knew just when to slow down and speed up again.
When my third began in earnest, he quickly pulled away and pulled his fingers out and moved up the bed, lining his cock up with my entrance and shoving into me hard. This only intensified my orgasm and he kissed and licked my socked feet as be fucked me. Between moans, he told me to look into his eyes and I did so to the best of my abilities.
“You are mine now, Amanda. And in just a moment, I’m going to claim you permanently. I’m going to cum deep inside you.”
“No! You– you can’t!” It was so hard to think, let alone speak. “I’ll get… pregnant, Master!”
At that, he slammed the way into me and I felt his cock pulse inside me, a hot wet sensation filling me up. It felt like it would never end. Each time his cock twitched, my pussy would clench in response. My body was betraying me, trying to make sure I get pregnant. Oh god.
“You did so well, little girl. But this is only the beginning.”
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/n0v8rs/the_club_part_3_kidnapping_slavery_rape_mf