Hanging there, in the dark.
Dangling helplessly, and filled in each hole..
Brea tried to hold herself together as much as she could but her brain was starting to lose control. What was Austin doing? Could this be considered rape? Surely there was no way his actions were ethical, right? This was clearly a kidnapping.
At the same time though, it didn’t feel that way. It’d be one thing if he was a grimy stranger, but this was Austin. A respectable man in all regards, who’s love for her was genuine. Still, this could not be okay…
Her body was growing uncomfortable, and the bells clamped to her nipples were starting to sting with every movement.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, she heard a door open to an immediate presence of intense energy. Footsteps loomed closer.
“You miss me sweetheart?”
Brea didn’t bother attempting to speak through her ball gag. She just stayed still. Unsure of what to anticipate.
“I know. This is a lot.”
Austin trailed his fingers up her hogtied body as he made his way around from her bottom half, to her top. She squeaked from the sudden change in stimuli and moaned awkwardly.
He stopped in front of her and tilted her head upward as if to look into his eyes, but the darkness made the experience confusing and disorienting. His palm gripped her chin firmly.
“You are completely safe Brea. I promise.”
Overwhelmed, she shed a tear drop onto his finger.
“Mmmff” was the only bit of communication she could muster.
“Don’t worry, Ill do the talking for now.”
“It’s actually much easier for me to open up to you this way.”
He paced around, now to her left side, and ran his fingers from head to toe. Eliciting more vulnerable moans with each step.
“Some girls in this world are meant to be independent, but that does not apply to the entire female population.”
Brea tensed up.
“In fact, most girls are not built that way.”
He arrived at her backside and gave the pole-like dildo inside of her pussy a soft nudge forward, and then back. He then grabbed hold of her right butt cheek.
Brea squeaked again, but her tension released as she melted into his hold.
“You were made to be owned Brea.”
Austin pulled the dildo out, leaving her to feel unnervingly empty down there. She let a few more tears run from her eyes, unsure how to feel.
“Your body is perfection.”
He continued to undo his work slowly, eventually removing her gag too, but she still hung there. Her nipples sore and stretched a little bit.
Click*
Brea was blinded by the light now flooding the room. She was shocked to see that she was just below eye level with Austin. Almost 6 feet above the wood floor.
She peered deep into his eyes, and through the shaking, began to speak.
“Are… Are you going to murder me?”
“What? Of course not. I’m going to make you some breakfast.” Austin slowly leaned in and kissed Brea’s cheek softly. “We can’t have you starving.”
“I told you, you’re safe.”
The ropes lowered and Austin gently undid the strict tie, Brea’s belly cold against the hard surface of the floor. She thought about running, but she was frozen.
At some point during the whole night she spent in bondage, her fight or flight instinct just turned off. All that was left was acceptance. She remained still like a deer in the headlights.
“I’ve got you baby. You need to be held.”
He pulled her up on to her feet and Brea latched herself on to Austin. He was her only anchor to reality.
“I am very sorry things had to happen the way they did. I couldn’t figure out a way to fight fair while still showing you what I needed to.”
That was it.
Brea broke and started sobbing uncontrollably in his arms. There were no words in her head that could articulate what she was feeling.
Austin picked her up and carried her into his den, placing her carefully on the couch, and then covering her with a blanket she thought had been lost.
This was the blanket they used to share. It grounded her, and shortly Brea drifted back off to sleep.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/zhj531/breas_deepest_fall_pt_2_f22m26_nonconrape_play