“I know.” I looked up at him. “And I don’t deserve any.”
“You don’t even know what you really deserve.” He shook his head back and forth with his jaw clenched.
“I—I’m sorry that I hurt your brother.” I tensed up and felt my stomach twist into knots. “I know what I did was wrong.”
“I don’t want to talk about Wyatt.” He lifted a piece of paper from the stack in his hand. “I want to talk about William Edwards.”
Bill4Buckeyes. He was the last guy I ripped off.
“Another one of my sins.” I looked down and nodded.
“Some pretty interesting chat logs here.” His eyes scanned the first page.
He has my chat logs? Oh god—he must know everything I’ve done…
“I made a lot of mistakes.” I felt my eyes trying to well up with tears, but I fought against them.
“Yes.” He nodded quickly. “And you’re going to pay for them—one at a time. You promised all of the men you ripped off a fantasy and something they couldn’t have. Well now you’re going to live out all of those things you dreamed up—all of the things you agreed to—like the filthy little whore that you are.”
“Those were—not…” My words trailed off. “I would have never gone through with them.”
“Then you shouldn’t have promised them—because I’m going to collect on every promise you made.” Another growl resonated in his throat. “Starting with the filthy things you told William Edwards that you absolutely loved.”
Oh god…
I didn’t even know how to respond to Reynard. I had never done any of the things I promised those guys.
“When you’ve fulfilled every promise, you will be free to go.” He slid the chair back and dropped the stack of papers on the table. “I believe that’s a fair price for your freedom.”
The price for my freedom was my innocence—my virginity—things I promised that I truly didn’t like. I coaxed men into telling me their darkest fantasies, and I told them that I would love to fulfill them—even when they were things that I knew I had no interest in. I made those men pleasure themselves to the thought of being able to use me in horrible ways—do dirty, filthy things to my body. That was my comeuppance, and I didn’t know any other way to avoid facing it. I knew Reynard would raise the price if I refused—he had already shown me that. Was I strong enough to walk into the oblivion I created? Did I have a choice? I wasn’t sure I wanted to know the answer to those questions—and I wasn’t sure enraging the vicious man who imprisoned me was going to bring me any closer to redemption.
“Okay.” I swallowed a lump that was trying to form in my throat. “I’ll pay that price.”
“Then I have a contract for you to sign.” He walked over and unlocked my cage.
“A—a contract?” I looked up at him as I crawled out of the cage.
“Yes.” He nodded and motioned to one of the chairs. “Please have a seat.”
I stretched my legs as I stood, never taking my eyes off of Reynard as I walked over and sat down.
“This contract is simple.” He sat down and shuffled the paperwork to reveal the one he wanted me to sign. “It says that you are here because you want to be—and that you consent to the terms of our arrangement. You belong to me until you’ve paid your debt—every fantasy you created for the men you trapped in your web of lies.”
If I sign this, I might as well be signing my life over to him.
“What is this part?” I tilted my head as I got to something that I didn’t understand.
“I’m a fair man—even if you don’t deserve fairness. I added protection for you. If you leave here after you’ve paid the price and one of the men ever tries to pursue legal action, then my lawyers will defend you.” He lifted his hand and ran his thumb across his tongue before flipping the page. “This part is a confidentially clause. You will never share anything that happens here with anyone—ever. That includes the authorities. If you try to run straight to the police after you earn your freedom, this contract will be the first piece of evidence that my lawyers use to make sure no charges are ever filed.”
This gives him permission to hurt me—punish me—do anything that he wants, and nobody will ever believe me if I tell them I was put in that cage against my will.
“I trust these terms are agreeable.” He pointed at the spot where I should sign. “The contract I come back with tomorrow won’t be nearly as generous.”
What choice do I have? I know I deserve my penance—even if the thought of what he’s going to do to me is absolutely terrifying.
“Yes.” I took the pen and my fingers trembled when I pressed it to the page—but I signed my name anyway.
“Good.” He took the contract. “I’ll be back in a few minutes, and then we can begin with what you promised William Edwards. I trust you remember what he liked to do to naughty girls—and what you were going to do with those soft, pouty lips to apologize for your naughty behavior.”
“Yes…” I felt my stomach tighten into a knot. “I remember.”
Reynard took the contract, along with the rest of the papers, and left the room. I heard the door lock when he was on the other side of it, so there was no hope of escape, even if I wasn’t locked in my cage. I dreaded what he would do to me when I ran out of things to bargain with—and I finally had the answer to that question. There was no more bargaining. The contract promised me food, water, clothes—a warm place to sleep. I hadn’t had any of those things since I was first put in the cage. My body would suffer for my sins, and I wasn’t going to be a prisoner in a cell any longer—I was going to be a prisoner of my own signature—his to destroy in the ways I told others I wanted them to do.
At least I never promised William Edwards sex—he was more interested in other things. But I did promise it to others and Reynard will have my body at his disposal more times than I care to think about before I’ve fulfilled all of the promises I made.
William Edwards liked to spank naughty girls—he shared a few videos with me. They weren’t gentle. It was something his wife wasn’t into, so he chased those fantasies online, and he was quick to let me know that I would spend a very long time across his knee if I was there with him. I told him I liked it—that the thought of it made me wet. I told him it was a secret fantasy even though I had never gone through with it. That’s what I did with all the guys—when they told me what they liked, I acted like I was their sexual soulmate—or at least I could be once they took my virginity. I knew what was going to happen when Reynard returned because it had been described in vivid detail in the chat logs, I had with Bill4Buckeyes.
Spanking isn’t even the most painful thing I told people I liked—but it’s going to hurt. It’ll probably be a lot worse getting one from Reynard than it would have been from William Edwards. I doubt Reynard is going to care if I cry—nor will he show me mercy when I beg for it.
The door behind me clicked. The lock turned. I felt a panic setting in as the reality of the punishment I was about to receive truly resonated in my thoughts.
Reynard wasn’t going to be gentle.
He was going to hurt me.
And I deserved it.
Lizzy
“On your feet, naughty girl.” Reynard’s voice snapped me to attention the instant he walked into the room.
“Okay.” I swallowed hard and started to stand, but he had a hand around my wrist before I even pushed up from the seat.
“I expect to hear you address me as Sir.” He growled under his breath. “Or Daddy—since that’s what you said you wanted to call him.”
“Yes—Sir.” I felt my knees trembling.
Reynard took a seat in the chair and yanked me across his knee. I didn’t have any panties to pull down like the fantasy suggested, but I didn’t think that was going to matter—I doubted they would have stayed around my hips for long. He adjusted me until I was draped over his knee with my ass facing the ceiling—then I felt the first stinging slap on the right side of my ass—an
d it was followed by one that was even harder on the left side. His hand came down hard on my flesh and each time his hand landed if left a sting. The sting got worse when his hand delivered another smack to the spot where the previous one had landed. I was getting a spanking—and I might as well have been a naughty girl over her Daddy’s knee because that was exactly what it made me feel like—even if my own father never lifted a hand to hurt me.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“Such a bad little girl.” Reynard’s words were followed by a growl. “Aren’t you?”
“Yes sir.” I whimpered and nodded.
“Why don’t you tell me why you’re getting this spanking.” His hand came down again.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
I tried to think back to what I had discussed with William Edwards—tried to remember all of the reasons I had given him to spank me.
“Because I got in trouble in school—I stayed up past my bedtime—Ow!” I squealed when his hand landed a little harder.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“What did I tell you was going to happen if this naughty behavior continued?” Another growl resonated in his throat.
“You said—Ow!” I squealed again and tried to remember. “You said you were going to spank me until my ass was cherry red!”
“That’s exactly what I’m going to do.” He shifted me on his knee and started spanking me harder.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
My ass seemed to sting more every time Reynard’s hand came down against my flesh. It made me squirm on his knee, and I could feel his cock. He was hard as a rock—and very well endowed. I was going to be on my knees when the spanking was over—pleasuring him with my mouth. That’s what I told William Edwards I loved to do—apologize with my lips when my punishment was done. The stinging sensation started to be replaced by a burning—like someone had struck a lit match to my skin. I struggled involuntarily, but Reynard was way too strong for me to do more than wiggle. My hand flew back involuntarily, and he pinned it to the small of my back without missing a single slap that was meant to endure.
“Please—I’m sorry Sir—I’m sorry Daddy!” Tears started to well up in my eyes—real tears—tears of regret and remorse.
“An apology isn’t good enough.” His words were callous, firm—and true because no apology could fix what I had done.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
The tears streamed down my face once I started to cry—then my crying turned into sobbing. I felt myself tapping into emotions that I didn’t know I had—true regret that even the darkness couldn’t make me feel. The spanking pulled them to the surface and put them underneath Reynard’s punishing palm—my emotions were laid bare for my comeuppance just like the skin that suffered more with each passing second. The spanking hurt—it hurt worse than anything I had ever felt before, especially when my sobbing gave way to screaming. I wanted it to end. I wanted my punishment to be over. But—it didn’t matter what I wanted—not anymore. My body belonged to Reynard and he could punish me as much as he wanted.
“Please! Ow! Please—I’ll be a good girl! I’ll never do anything wrong again!” My words got choked in my throat as they were ripped from my soul.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“Do you mean that?” His words were still firm, but his hand started to slow. “Are you going to be a good girl if I stop spanking you?”
“Yes! I swear!” I bucked on his knee and then he his hand picked up speed again.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“I don’t think you know what it’s like to feel hope—and then have it yanked away. But you will.” He tilted me until my face was almost on the floor.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
I thought the spanking was over, but it wasn’t. That brief glimmer of hope flooding my veins with relief, and just like he said—it was yanked away. It was replaced with more agony. More burning. More torment for my sins. I lost sense of everything except the pain I felt—sobbing and screaming for mercy that felt like it would never come as he continued to punish me. I didn’t even notice when his hand stopped falling—not at first. The stinging and burning were so intense that it still continued even after his hand was no longer stoking the flame. I felt his hand on my hip, then he pushed me off his knee. I tumbled to the floor and caught myself before the marble came up to greet my face. Tears kept streaming, dripping onto the floor in front of me as I sobbed. It wasn’t just the pain that made me cry—it was the emotions that it forced to surface—the terrible things I had done on the way to Reynard’s cage.
“If you’re truly sorry.” He grabbed my hair and pulled me back to my knees. “Then you know how to apologize.”
“Yes—Sir.” I nodded and watched as he started to unfasten his pants.
I promised my lips to so many men—told them they could come in my mouth—begged to swallow their cum. I never imagined actually doing it, but that was exactly what I was going to have to do for Reynard. His cock was enormous, and he didn’t seem to care that I was still crying. He grabbed the base of his shaft and pulled me towards it. I opened my mouth as wide as I could, stretching my jaw as the head slid across my lips. He pushed it into my throat before he let go of my hair and I was forced to start moving my lips up and down his shaft. He was making me into a slut—a filthy whore that choked on cock.
“There you go.” He exhaled sharply. “Show me what a good girl you can be—make me come.”
I moved my tongue against the bottom of his shaft and heard him groan—he liked that. Men had told me what they liked, and I tried to remember all of the conversations as I continued taking Reynard’s dick deep into my throat. I couldn’t swallow the entirety of his length—not yet—but I was going to have to. That’s what I promised, and I was terrified to break it. His cock throbbed against my tongue each time it went into my throat and as I pleasured him—covering him with my saliva while the last of my tears dripped out of my eyes—I felt something else. Something inside of me—lust—a desire for pleasure. I wondered what it would feel like when he was inside me—when his cock tore through my hymen and destroyed my innocence. Would it hurt? Would I enjoy it? What if I did—would that make me the filthy whore I pretended to be?
“Take it all—swallow every fucking inch.” He let out a gasp as I pulled him into the back of my throat again.
I did as he commanded. I started taking more of his length into my throat—swallowing until I choked on it. I learned to control my breathing as I continued to use my mouth to pleasure him. It wasn’t easy, but the more I practiced, the more I was able to endure before I had to take a moment to breathe. I started moving my lips faster and that seemed to make him groan. His hips began to rotate slightly. His groans turned into moans. I was doing it—I was going to make him come. I finally managed to swallow the last couple of inches and felt his balls against my bottom lip. I held him there until I adjusted and then started taking his entire length each time I descended on his shaft. I felt him throbbing—then pulsating. He was close.
“Make me come, you filthy little slut.” He put a hand on the top of my head and gasped.
That’s all I was—a filthy slut on my knees, letting a man use my mouth for pleasure—a warm place for him to dump his load. It was about to happen too. I could feel him getting tense and then I tasted the saltiness of his cum. That wasn’t his eruption, not based on what I had seen from the guys who pleasured themselves in front of me during our chats. I moved my lips a little faster—trying to bring the climax he craved. I heard a little more intensity in his groans. It was almost time. I kept pulling him into my throat until I felt a strange sensation in his shaft—like something was surg
ing through it. He let out a loud gasp, and then I felt the explosion in my throat. I immediately swallowed—because I knew that’s what he wanted. The thick texture made me almost choke, but I kept swallowing until it was gone—then there was more of his seed for me to devour. I swallowed until the last eruption had passed and the tension in his cock started to subside. His hand fell away from my head and I lifted up, taking the last drops of cum off the tip with my tongue before I leaned back.
“It’s about time you used that mouth for something good—instead of ruining lives.” He zipped up his pants and pointed at the cage. “Go back where you belong—until I’m ready to use you again.”
“Yes Sir.” I nodded and started crawling.
“Wait.” He growled and leaned forward, then I felt his hand on my punished flesh, moving between my thighs. “What got you wet? Getting spanked or sucking my cock?”
“I—I don’t know.” I swallowed hard as I felt a finger push into my pussy.
I definitely noticed it when I felt him throbbing against my tongue, but I don’t know if that was the first time or not—the spanking was too intense to think about anything but the pain.
“Nice and tight—I bet it feels a lot better than your mouth too.” He let out a slight chuckle. “This is going to be mine tomorrow—whether you’re wet or not. Get in your fucking cage.”
“Yes Sir.” I nodded and continued to crawl until the bars were over my head.
“Since you did such a good job of sucking my cock, I’m going to bring you some lotion to put your ass.” He stood and looked down at me. “I reward good girls—just like I punish bad ones.”
He left the room and when he returned, he had more than just a bottle of lotion. He also had a pillow and a blanket. That might as well have been heaven. I took the bottle of lotion, but he squeezed some into his hand first and motioned for me to turn around. I positioned myself on my knees and he started rubbing it on my punished flesh. It felt so good that I practically groaned with pleasure—a groan that got louder when his finger brushed against my pussy while he was applying the lotion. My body was crying out for his touch—more than just an accidental graze. I truly didn’t know if it was the punishment or the blowjob that first ignited the fire, but it was burning—and getting more intense as I felt his hands on my skin. When the lotion made the sting and the burn start to fade, the desire was all I could really think about.
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