***This is a fictional erotic story written by me and from my point of view. You should not be reading this if you’re not of legal age, 18 in America, 21 in some other countries. My stories fall under genres such as: “BDSM, non-con, dub-con, reluctance, & consensually non-con.” This is my fantasy, with me playing the character of the prey/sub/victim, not yours. The key word here, is fantasy. I DO NOT encourage or condone failing to obtain proper and excited consent in any real-life situation. In real life, always practice kinks with consent. You are not being forced to read this, so if you choose to then be nice and enjoy. Follow me to keep up to date on all my stories & read my bio for more fun!☺️***
“Mmgghh” I moaned out, my eyes darting open from a dead sleep. The hand over my mouth is large and firm in its place as I struggle against the weight. I look at the person the hand belongs to and see a familiar face. Somehow my eyes get larger, realizing the danger I’m in now. He laughs at me, not needing to hear me say what he knows I’m thinking. He can smell the fear seeping from my pores. I shake my head back and forth no, wanting to wake up from the dream now.
I remain trapped here despite that wish, a sharp object against my belly. “I’m going to remove my hand, please don’t scream or struggle. I would hate to see the outcome of that decision.” I stayed frozen, the hand lifting from my mouth. He kept the knife pressed against my stomach as he moved his head downward. Once he was down so far too far for the knife to be held comfortably there, he moved the it to the inside of my left leg. Using the blade as an incentive, he pushed my left leg outwards with it and then followed up with my right. He watched my face as the result left me exposed and vulnerable. He smiled at me, “don’t move.”
He moved the knife against my panties, the entrance of my pussy just beneath. He pushed slightly, a soft “skkttt” escaping as the fabric gave. I couldn’t help the muffled yelp that escaped my mouth. The intrusive thought of the knife ending up inside me, taking over. I scrunched my eyes shut, becoming stiff as a board as the sound of the knife made its way up the front of my panties. “Roll over” he said. I complied, rolling onto my stomach. He lifted my hips off the mattress, cutting the remainder of my panties off. He leaned forward and put them in my mouth.
The next thing I could feel was his breath against my pussy and asshole. My hips remained slightly elevated as his face hovered behind me. I could hear his breath getting heavy as the heat of his exhales landed on me. Suddenly his tongue was licking up my slit, then moving around inside the entrance of my pussy. He returned down, flicking his tongue against my clit now. I didn’t want to be enjoying it but my body declined this notion as he continued. I was very confused as I was already close to cumming. I wiggled forward, pulling my hips away from him bringing this possibility to a halt.
A slap came down against my ass hard, sending a shock of stinging through my leg too. “OW” I screamed, another one came down. I repeated the last remark, clawing at the bed to crawl away. He found ease in pulling me back towards him, using my calf to do so. He leaped forward, grabbing a fistful of my hair and warning me “don’t move away from me again, understand?” I whined back, feeling like I want to cry now. I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of making me cum. He slapped me across the face, “I asked you if you understand.” I felt the tears welling up in my eyes as the feeling of helplessness did too and nodded my head yes.
He pushed my head into the pillow and found his way back to his previous position. He pulled my hips back up and moved his thumb in circles on my clit. With his other hand, he slid that thumb into my pussy. The drool that followed its exit up to my asshole alerted me of how aroused I was. He slid his thumb into my ass, “iiggggg” I groaned out, the sensation causing the previously ruined orgasm to return to being built up. He moved the thumb on my clit to my pussy and put his mouth against my clit. All three of these combined had me twitching as I did everything I could to avoid cumming. My muscles tensed up and my entire body shook. He maintained the pressure somehow as my orgasm progressed.
As my body calmed, he sat up away from me pushing my hips down onto the bed. I laid there, embarrassed at my failure to maintain control over my body. He gripped my ass cheeks, pinching and grabbing at them harshly. He got off the bed, standing up next to it as he removed his clothes. I stayed there, afraid to move and waited. He sat on the bed next to me, his cock outline pushing against his underwear. He reached his hand out, making me flinch and close my eyes. I was met instead with a hand down my cheek and him petting my hair. He continued calmly until I exhaled and relaxed. “There you go, calm down. We have a really long day ahead of us.” He pulled the underwear out of my mouth, throwing them on the ground.
I looked at the alarm clock on the nightstand next to him, “9:04.” Fuck. The thought that this was just the beginning clicked for me. That was it for me, I begin to cry. He wiped my first line of tears from my cheek, smiling down at me. “Present your asshole to me” he said, removing his hand from my head and snapping into a different mode. I looked at him, embarrassed at the demand. “Don’t make me ask you again.” I continued to cry as I pushed up onto my hands and knees, rotating so my ass was facing him. Then I leaned forward onto my chest and face, using my hands to spread my ass cheeks.
I felt his hand slap my pussy and yelped out, it happening again before I finished. He slapped me again, “ughhhh” I exclaimed. I tried to cover my pussy with one of the hands spreading my ass. “Move your hand, Emma” he warned from behind me. I sniffled, slowly moving my hand back. He hit me again, “ahhhh” I cried out. I could feel my pussy swell from the repeated impact. His cock was now lined up with my ass though, he pushed in quickly & abruptly. I screamed, my hands coming down onto the bed as I squirmed around under the force.
“Pleeeeease” I cried, the pain almost unbearable. “Please what?” He asked me, sliding out slightly and then back in. “Please stooop” I begged back, gripping the sheets and trying to pull myself forward and out from under him. He leaned over, putting me in a choke lock with one arm. He continued thrusting into me, my neck pressing against his inner elbow the harder I tried to pull away from him. I coughed, giving up on pulling forward so I didn’t choke. He grunted on top of me, loosening up on his choke lock as my energy begin to deplete. The adrenaline clearly wearing off.
I laid against the bed, my muscles weak and tired from the extended struggle. I stopped fighting him, feeling his cock fill my asshole over and over. Displeased with my unresponsive state, he bit the back of my shoulders and neck. I bucked up, shrugging my shoulders around to avoid his bites. Excited by this, he laid on me with his full weight and held my head down against the bed. My neck now exposed and trapped, he leaned in and bit down while pushing into me. “Owwww” I whined at him as I felt his cock throbbing and pulsing inside my ass. He pulled out of me, cum following after. I laid there, my body aching and waiting. I looked at the clock again: “9:56am.”
As I’m trying to think through my options, he pulls me to the edge of the bed and picks me up. Carrying me to the bathroom, he puts me in the shower and turns it on. He then gets in with me, gently guiding my head under the water. While my hair is getting wet, he reaches for the shampoo and puts some in his hand. He reaches up, beginning to rub the shampoo against my hair. I feel more uncomfortable being delicately washed than I had in the bedroom. The suds build up as he massages it into my scalp, then guides my head back under the water. He pulls me out of the water, pulling the conditioner from the shelf and repeating a similar process to the shampoo. I knew he could tell I was on edge, but he whistled a tune and continued. While the conditioner sat, seeping into my hairs’ roots and follicles he put soap on the loofa.
He massaged the soap into the loofa, the bubbles forming and coating it entirely. He then begin to wash me, making circle motions up each arm. I watched as he took his time, not seeming worried about anything. He moved to my chest, covering my breasts in bubbles and then my stomach. The soap ran down my body faster than he did but he went back over with the loofa anyway. Very methodical. Once he completed each leg, he rotated me towards the water. The water ran the bubbles coating the front of my body off and down towards the drain. He begin to coat my back and ass, turning me back around and under the water. Hanging the loofa up after rinsing the bubbles off, he then rinsed the conditioner out of my hair.
He turned the shower off and got out, watching me follow him out. I stood there, wet and cold. My nipples hardened as the change in temperature brushed against them. He used the towel on the rack to dry me, wrapping it around me and pulling me by the hand back to the bedroom. He grabbed my hair brush, then telling me “take a seat on the bed.” I sat, him following me and taking a position behind me. He put all my hair behind me and begin to brush it from the bottom up. Then he pulled my towel away, throwing it in the corner of the room and looking at me. I didn’t make eye contact back, scared of what would come next.
This was the first time that I had noticed the bag he seemed to have brought with him. He walked over to it, unzipping it and pulling out various objects. First was some rope, followed by a paddle, ball-gag, collar with a leash attached & clothespins. He leaned in to pick up the rope. I knew he had every intention of tying me up. I looked at the clock “11:12” and then back at the door to the bedroom. If I could run quickly, I could make it out the front door but I was naked. I knew a place in my garage that I could hide if I could make it there quick enough. I waited for him to look away and made a dart for the garage. I only made it to the kitchen when I felt his hand grab my wrist and pull me back. I came to a hard stop, stumbling backwards into him.
He stood still, pulling me up by the arm he was holding onto. With the other fist, he punched me in the side of my ribs knocking the wind out of me. I cried out, clutching at my ribs as he dragged me back into the room. “You’re making me angry” he grumbled, throwing me onto the floor of the bedroom and kicking my leg. He took the rope from where he dropped it when he ran after me and begin to tie my hands to the sides of my legs. Wrapping around each of my wrists with a loop that the other end of the rope slipped through and then wrapped it around my upper thighs. Once my wrist and hands were entirely covered by the rope and attached to my thighs, he stood up admiring his work.
He picked up the paddle, making sure the I could that he did so. “No no no,” I exclaimed, worming across the floor to try and escape. My attempt proving futile as the paddle came down on my ass hard. “Please, you can’t leave marks. This is bad enough, please don’t put me in a situation where I have to explain it to my husband.” Ignoring my cries, he came down again. I clenched my teeth “uuhhhhhh.” He responded “I don’t care if he finds out. Considering what I know of you, he will think you wanted it. He might even leave you.” My whole body rang out in pain as he came down again. I was overwhelmed with sadness at the idea that I would lose my husband when he hit me again. He kneeled down into my ear, “you better hope he doesn’t. It’s the only reason that you’re not locked away in my basement.” He came down again. I laid there with my forehead against the floor absorbing the pain, tears seeping into the carpet below. He continued paddling me, hitting me 11 times before deciding that I had had enough.
He set the paddle down, smoothing his hands over my tender ass cheeks. I flinched and jumped at the touch. He stood up, reaching down to pick me up and placed me on the bed on my back. “Spread your legs” he said, watching as I opened them wide. He walked back over to his bag, pulling out a flogger and returning to me. He raised the flogger above his head, coming down across my stomach and breasts. The leather pieces coming down like heavy rain propelled by high winds against my skin. My chest glowed a bright red, even after just one hit. He came down again, my face scrunching up in anticipation and my eyes squeezing shut as the leather hit me again.
He reached over me, pinching my nipples and pulling at them. Walking over to the items already out of the bag, he picked up the ball gag and the clothespins. He then laid next to me, one hand making it’s way down to my wet pussy. He slid two fingers into me, effortlessly teasing me “you’re very aroused Emma, makes me wonder why you’re making a show with all the tears.” I was about to respond when my phone begin to vibrate under the pillow over and over, indicating someone was trying to call. I looked over at the pillow and then to the clock on the nightstand, “12:32pm.” It was my husband calling, I could feel it.
He reached under the pillow, pulling out my phone reading the words “husband calling” on the screen. He looked at me, “you’re going to talk to him like nothings wrong or I’m going to leave marks in places you can’t hide” and answered the phone. Freaking out internally, I stumbled over my words “h-hell, hello babe.” My husband on the other end could already tell I was off “hey sweetie, how’s it going, you okay? You sound stressed.” I thought to myself, trying to come up with something that made sense “you called right as I got my gloves on to clean the bathroom and I was fumbling with the phone. I’m sorry. How’s your day going?” My husband begin to tell me a small update on how his day was going as my captor begin to place clothespins on my outer labia. “That sounds like a good day” I said as normally as I could.
My husband wrapped up the call and hung up, leaving me laying there panting in relief that nothing bad happened. Another clip was placed on my nipple and then on the other. He picked up the ball gag, placing it in my mouth and then standing up and watching me. Picking up his phone, he begin to take pictures and videos. I knew this was a big problem. Who knew what he had planned for those. His cock was hard, clearly enjoying the circumstances he had me in. My nipples and labia begin to throb when he pulled me to the edge of the bed. He lifted my legs slightly, removing the two pins directly next to my pussy. He placed them on the bed next to us, still holding my legs up and then slid his cock into my pussy. The pins still remaining jiggled, causing them to hurt more.
He groaned out, enjoying my pussy and asked “this feels good doesn’t it? Having my cock inside you?” I looked up at him, the pounding of his cock in me hurting my labia with each stroke and the ball gag preventing me from responding. He smiled, thrusting in and out of me as he said “oh that’s right, I’m sorry. You’re unable to respond.” He pushed into me, remaining there and then removed one pin from each side of my labia. I screamed out, the blood rushing to those places causing more pain than leaving them on. He fucked me through my screams, waiting for me to return to some modicum of normal and then removing the next two.
There were only two more left after these ones but each time the pain worsened having been on longer than before. I was a mess at this point, unable to handle much more. He pulled off the last two on my labia and immediately begin fucking me hard and rough. I felt another orgasm build up as he thrusted both in and up. He begin to alternate between quick and slow. I was about to cum, moaning through the gag and reaching climax when he pulled the pins off my tits. I didn’t know which sensation was stronger, the orgasm or the pain. He picked up on my confusion and mixed response, making him cum inside me. He filled my pussy, staying in me while he unlatched the drool covered gag in my mouth.
Then pulling out and reaching down, he let the cum dripping from my cunt land in his hand. He covered the gag in cum, then moved this hand up towards my face. “Open your mouth” he demanded, knowing my distaste for cum. I knew what he was going to do with the rest of the cum. I didn’t want it to happen but also knew the likelihood of getting out of it. I opened my mouth, closing my eyes as he scooped the remaining cum from his hand, into my mouth. I gagged as he placed the cum covered gag back into my mouth. He picked up the leash and collar he had laid out and placed the collar around my throat. Then he begin to untie me.
Once I was untied, he had me get on my hands and knees. I looked at the clock again “2:40pm” before we left the room. Leading me around by the leash, he walked me into bathroom. He had me kneel next to the toilet and begin to piss in the toilet. I was relieved too early though because he swung his cock over towards me, spraying me in the face with piss. I instinctively threw my hands up to block it when he sternly said “put your fucking hands down.” I moved my hands back down to my lap, his hot piss hitting my face and running down to my chest and legs. The floor below me begin to fill with piss just he he finally seemed to be empty. He shook his cock got in the shower, pulling me in with him.
I got in and kneeled at his feet while he showered. The water occasionally hitting me too but never enough to rid me of the piss on me or the cum on the gag. When he was done, he left me kneeling in the bathtub and got out to dry off. “Stay here” he said to me, leaving the bathroom and shutting the door behind him. I was exhausted, my body aching from the long treatment. I just wanted to wash the piss off and go to bed. I could hear him rustling around for a few minutes when he opened the door “take off the collar and gag.” I quickly fumbled at the straps, getting them off and handing them to him. The cum dripped from my mouth, down my chin. He placed them in a plastic bag and walked out. I heard the back door open and close but I stayed there for a few minutes, terrified of moving.
Once I knew he was gone, I stood up and turned on the shower and washed myself slightly. Before finishing, I cleaned the bathroom floor, walls and toilet, making sure all the piss was gone. I put all the dirty clothes and towels in the washer and then returned to take a really long shower. I got out, getting into bed, noticing that my husband will be off in an hour, giving me three hours until he’s home since he goes to the gym. I picked up my phone, needing a distraction from what had just happened but noticed a message from my captor. The message was accompanied with various photos from the days events.
“Are these pictures something your husband would enjoy seeing? Assuming he doesn’t leave you for the marks you’re sporting right now, I own you anyway bitch. You get to do whatever I say or I’ll ruin your life. You will ask my permission to eat, piss, shower, go out. The location on your phone, it needs to be on. There is more for us to go over, but you can either do as I say or I will send these pictures to the man you love the most. I had a good time today slut. Respond by 5pm confirming that you understand.” I laid back on my bed, feeling sweaty and trapped. I was in a big room but felt claustrophobic in my thoughts. I knew I didn’t have a choice, so I responded “I understand.” Quickly receiving a response back, “good girl.”
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