by Fawn Bailey
“No,” he growled. “You do as I say, not as you want.”
He started slapping my face with his cock, and I moaned for him with my mouth open just like he’d told me. It felt so good to be abused by him. I wanted nothing more than for Kain to continue his assault, but I knew better than to beg. He’d made it clear he wanted me to stay quiet.
His cock was dripping precum all over my face and I was desperate to lick it, but I didn’t want him to get mad. But if it meant he was going to slap me again…
My tongue made its way out between my lips and I licked at the wet traces on my skin.
It only made him laugh.
“You little rebel,” he growled out. “You’ll regret that soon. Open your fucking mouth.”
I opened and before I could react, he was stuffing his cock down my throat. I’d learned how to take it deep, but he was going much too fast and I choked on his length and width, violently trying to resist him pushing me down.
“No,” he grunted. “You’re going to fucking take it as deep as it goes. Open. Relax your throat. Let it go deep. Let it tickle your throat from the inside.”
I choked again but he wouldn’t let go.
“Don’t make a sound,” he told me, and suddenly he was pinching my nose, holding me down.
My panicked eyes found his and discovered only darkness in the abyss of his gaze.
“Good girl,” he muttered. “Deeper.”
I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think. All I could do was take it. And slowly, desperately, my throat started making those sucking motions by itself, taking him deeper.
“Good fucking girl,” he repeated. “Look at you taking it. You’re a real whore, aren’t you, Ophelia? What would your Daddy think now?”
I tried to resist, but he would let me, letting go of my nose and slamming himself down my throat.
“Take it,” he said threateningly. “You better not make a sound, dolly. You better fucking take it all. And you better look at me, slut.”
My eyes watered as they found his and we stared at one another, him daring me to take it, and me daring him to push more. He laughed at me.
“You think this is rough?” he asked softly. “I’m just getting fucking started, little dolly…”
Chapter Four
Ophelia
“Pretty girl,” he said next. “I’m going to fuck that throat until I bruise it.”
And he kept his promise, driving his cock deep down into my throat over and over again until I was gagging, long ropes of saliva dangling between my mouth and his throbbing cock. I wanted to drink him down, and I could tell he was holding back, trying not to burst down my throat.
My eyes taunted him to go on as he wrapped his fist in my hair and forced me to keep going.
“You’re going to go through so much tonight,” he said sweetly. “I almost feel sorry for you, little dolly. But as you’re suffering everything I do to you, just remember…”
He leaned down, holding his cock in place and whispering in my ear.
“You asked for this.”
I mewled, and he pulled out. I gasped for air as he hit my cheeks with his engorged cock, laughing at my pathetic little hiccups and moans.
“Get on the bed,” he growled, and I stumbled on the plush cotton.
He was behind me in a second, grabbing my naked body and positioning it so my ass was facing him, and I was on all fours.
“I’m going to fuck another hole now,” he said, sliding his tip between my asshole and my pussy, making me moan so loud. “I wonder which one I should pick… Ass or pussy, hmm, what am I in the mood for?”
I didn’t dare speak up, and he rewarded me with a stroke of my tits, a flick of my nipples, a pinch on my trembling inner thighs.
“Ass it is,” he muttered, and I screamed when he spit on me, forcing himself all the way into my hole. “Holy fuck, dolly. God, you’re fucking tight as ever. I’m going to rip you to shreds, you know that?”
He pounded me, and my body ignited. Sparks flew where his skin touched mine and desperation filled every thought I had, making me so desperate to call out for him I had to bite my tongue, so I wouldn’t. I drew blood and reveled in the taste, letting my body submit to his so beautifully.
“Such a tight little asshole,” he grunted. “So perfect for your Master, so fucking perfect. Tell me you like having your ass fucked.”
“I love it,” I said rapidly. “I love it, Master.”
“Say it properly!” He tightened his touch on my hair, making me twist my head back so he could look into his eyes while he assaulted me. “Say it, dolly. Say it.”
“I love it when you fuck my tight little asshole,” I said deliriously. “I love it when you stretch me out.”
“More,” he demanded. “Be filthy. Who’s watching now, dolly?”
“Rip me apart,” I whispered. “Rip me to pieces. Break me, Master.”
“With pleasure,” he ground out and fucked me so hard he had to pull out after a few thrust, waiting and breathing deeply as I moaned wantonly.
I knew he was close to coming, but I also knew he was holding back, trying to give me everything I’d been begging for so very desperately.
And then he was back, but he pushed into my pussy this time around, just one thrust, just one delicious movement inside me before he was back in my ass. He kept fucking me like that, one thrust in my pussy, one thrust in my ass, until I felt delirious from the pain and pleasure combined.
“Master,” I cried out. “More, Master!”
He froze, pulling out of me and smacking me to the floor. I shivered on the hardwood deliriously, my eyes dancing over his features as he leaned down, stroking his cock.
“What did I say about speaking without being spoken to?” he growled out, and I shivered. “What did I fucking say, dolly?”
“Don’t do it,” I whispered.
“But you did,” he said, and I nodded. “You’re just asking to be punished now, aren’t you, Ophelia?”
My name felt strange here, in the darkness of his playroom where I was nothing but Kain’s dolly. A living breathing little toy, a plaything he could do anything he wanted to. And I knew things were only about to get worse for me.
He dragged me over to the table in the middle of the room and left me shivering on the floor as he got some rope.
“Wait here,” he growled at me, and I folded up into a fetal position, waiting for him to keep doing.
He positioned me on top of the table and worked on getting me into place while I lay there, shivering on the wood.
“You know your safe word, right?”
His words were barely above a breath whispered into my ear, his fingers gently caressing my body. I moaned and twisted in my restrains, but I couldn’t move an inch. My ankles were firmly bound around the legs of the table and so were my wrists. There was no way I was getting out of there, but there was also nowhere I would have rather been.
“I do,” I whispered, only then realizing just how scared I was. My voice was shaky and terrified, and Kain stroked my cheek affectionately as he stared into my eyes.
“Tell me,” he said gently, smiling down at me as I leaned into his touch.
“It’s red,” I said, my words turning into moans as he continued to pepper kisses all over my trembling skin.
“I don’t want to harm you,” he said. “But you begged for so long. Begged so desperately, little dolly. Now I have to give you what you want. Don’t you think so?”
I nodded breathlessly, and he reached for something else, bringing out two toys we’d played with before.
One was a tail plug, a pretty big one with a long white kitten tail. The other was a body wand. My body responded desperately when he showed me the two items, tired of his gentle teasing. I was ready for more.
“Suck it,” he instructed me, forcing the plug between my lips. “The wetter you make it dolly, the less it’s going to hurt when I force it inside of that tight little ass of yours.”
I sucked eager
ly while he went to work on me with the wand. I let out a desperate cry when he made it vibrate, opening the folds of my pussy to press it on my clit. I was close to coming already, my body vibrating along with the wand, desperate for sweet release. But I’d belonged to Kain long enough to know I didn’t get to come without permission. Orgasms were only allowed when he let me, and despite the desperate longing building between my legs, I forced myself to keep it at bay as best as I could.
He moved the wand to my ass, pressing down and making me take the tip of it in my ass. I cried out and resisted but he forced me down by pressing a strong, large palm to my stomach. I took the wand and moaned for him when he took the plug out, pulling the wand out sloppily and forcing the plug into my gaping asshole.
“Master!”
It just slipped out and he gave me a thunderous look as he placed the plug in.
“I’ll let that one slip,” he said darkly before getting more rope. “But you need to be a better behaved little dolly. Or else I’m going to hurt you worse than you imagined in your wildest dreams. Understood?”
I nodded, and he grinned at me, grabbing more rope and starting to work on me again.
I felt so vulnerable, so fucking exposed. And now he was making it worse by attaching the wand to me, tying it in place with the rope firmly tying down my thighs. He went to work on my tits next, tying them up impossibly tightly until I was gasping for air, so close to begging for mercy I could feel the words on the tip of my tongue, but I swallowed them. I would save my begging for when he wanted to hear it.
“How does it feel in your ass?” he whispered in my ear, tying my tits so tightly I wanted to scream from the unbearable need it made me feel. “How does it feel to have that on your clit? Are you desperate yet, dolly? Desperate for your Master? Tell me.”
“I need it,” I whimpered.
“Need what?”
His voice was gentle, but his motions were cruel, and he upped the vibration on the wand, then turned on the plug too. I didn’t even know it could vibrate.
“Need to come!” I cried out. “No, please, make it stop or I’m really, really…”
“Going to?” he finished for me as I thrashed on the table uselessly. “Going to come or going to break?”
I gasped as his fingertips touched my heated skin. I was close to combusting, close to fucking passing out. This was exquisite torture and it was exactly what I’d wanted for such a long time. I’d begged and begged and finally he let me have it, let me have the very darkest part of him.
“Tell me your safe word again,” he said gently.
“R-Red,” I whispered.
“You want to use it?” he asked gently, and I shook my head wildly. “You sure?”
“Yes,” I managed to get out.
“This is your last chance,” he warned me. “After this, you don’t get to use it at all. You understand, dolly?”
“Yes,” I breathed. “I understand, Master.”
“So what will it be?” he asked, forcing three long, strong fingers into me and making me cry out. “You want to stop?”
“No,” I breathed. “Fucking never, Master.”
He kissed me gently and grinned at me with wickedness that sent fear through my bones.
“Your wish is my command, dolly,” he said sweetly. “Now we’re going to make you cry. Now we’re going to hurt you until that pretty little body breaks.”
I squeezed his hand when he reached for me, finally feeling real fear. I almost wanted to take it back, almost hoped he’d give me one last chance to back out.
But he was delirious in his need to abuse me, and he didn’t give me another look. Instead, he just got to work. And when I saw what he was doing, I started to scream.
Chapter Five
Ophelia
He pulled out a small silver knife and smiled at me as he turned around, holding the blade in his hands.
“This is the knife that sliced your father’s throat,” he said thoughtfully, and I started to cry, fat, heavy, ugly tears soaking my face. “I always thought it would be quite symbolic to use it for this, too.”
“Please don’t, Master,” I said.
A smack. Hard, unforgiving and cruel.
“You don’t speak without being spoken to, dolly,” he reminded me. “You begged and begged and begged me to push you. So here we go.”
I whimpered as he walked around me with the knife, ending up next to my face on the table, his eyes finding mine and holding dark, eerie promises. He pressed the blade to my head and I cried out as he slid it down my neck. He sliced off a lock of hair and I started weeping loudly, unable to handle the fear anymore.
“It’s okay, dolly,” Kain said gently, smoothing the hair around my face. “I’m going to make sure you’re alright. But I’m not going to fucking hold your hand. You convinced me you were ready, and now I can finally give you what you so desperately wanted. Do you still want it, dolly?”
I looked into his eyes with tears brimming over in mine. Despite everything that had happened, I trusted this man completely, implicitly. I would do anything for him.
I nodded slowly, and he offered me an affectionate smile, muttering, “Good girl.”
He reached in his pocket and pulled out a wet piece of fabric. Suddenly he shoved it in my mouth and I resisted slightly as he made sure it was in place.
“Don’t spit it out,” he said darkly. “And inhale.”
The scent filled my nose, sweet and intoxicating and somehow dangerous. I knew it was a sedative of some sort because I felt drugged seconds after my first inhalation.
I tried to mumble a question, but no words came out. My head was spinning, and I started to feel more and more numb. It wasn’t unpleasant. It felt like I was floating or wrapped up in a gigantic cloud. My eyes were dancing over the room, focusing on the candle flame and then on Kain who was cutting something into my skin.
I cried louder than ever in my head, but no sound came out. I was locked into a tiny but endless room filled with nothing and everything, sitting in the corner and crying crying crying for everything I had lost. Kain was laughing at me, ten times my size, like a dark lord ruling over his fucked-up kingdom. And I couldn’t run away, couldn’t move, couldn’t express the horror inside my head.
I realized with a start this drug was malfunctioning, that I was feeling things Kain probably hadn’t meant me to feel. But there was no way of telling him what was going on. The little Ophelia inside my head kept on screaming, banging her fists on the walls that were my head and my brain was exploding and it hurt so bad and oh my god, didn’t he see how much it was killing me?
He kept cutting, carving, his words coming to me through a mess of warbled noises and sounds. I wanted to beg him, no matter the consequences, but it was too late. I was breaking slowly, but uncontrollably, and he had no idea.
The worst part of it was the constant ache between my legs. That is, until he turned the vibration on higher and suddenly I was lost inside my head again, lost in one orgasm after the other, mixing with so much horrible pain I wanted to scream bloody murder, but still couldn’t get a word out.
The pain seemed to last hours, and when I looked up again at least the vibration between my legs had died. He’d taken the wand away, but now he was toying with the plug. I could barely see him through the river of tears, and I opened my mouth to speak, to somehow transport myself from the horrible nightmare I’d found myself in, only to have Kain press a finger to my lips.
“Don’t,” he said gently. “We’re not done yet.”
And I was coming to, but I still couldn’t speak, couldn’t say a word, yet still I was breaking, coming apart slowly but surely.
“I still need to fuck you,” Kain said, and he was between my legs, and his cock was pressing into me, making my world explode with more pain that I could have imagined. “Shhh, dolly, it’s okay. I’m just giving you what you wanted. I just want you to have what you begged for.”
It was all a game to him except it was no game,
not at all, and I wasn’t sure if I’d ever come back from it. The drug was knocking me out, but sharp shocks of reality made me remember what was really going on.
He started to fuck me, and I started coming as if on cue. Whatever that rag had been soaked with made me feel everything that was going on a thousand fold. But instead of making them good, it turned the orgasms into a deadly weapon.
I was crying but he didn’t seem to notice. He just kept driving into me, fucking me into compliance with each thrust of his powerful hips.
I was coming apart at the seams, but it didn't change anything, because he just kept going. He seemed to be in a different place, somewhere where I didn't matter anymore and the only thing he cared about was getting off with my body as if it were a toy.
"Your pussy is so fucking tight," he muttered against my lips and I managed to whimper in response, the only sound I could make with the awful drug still kicking in. "But I want something tighter. I want to be in your little ass, dolly."
He pulled out and I wanted to beg him to stop but I was frozen, my mouth glued shut. He started pressing inside me, his cock forcing itself into me as I screamed but only in my mind. It seemed impossible to get a single sound out of my mouth and I succumbed to his cruel treatment, letting him take what he wanted from me despite the bone-chilling fear filling every cell in my body.
What had he done to me? What lengths would Kain go to destroy me? I felt like I was so close to my breaking point already, seconds away from shattering in his strong arms, and I couldn't even show him what was going on.
His eyes found mine and I tried to convey what I was feeling, but his vision was clouded with lust and need that shadowed my fear and exhaustion. I couldn't get any words out, could only beg with my eyes and it didn't seem to be enough to convince him to stop.
"It's going to feel so good to be inside you," he muttered, slowly forcing his way into my ass. He was wet with my pussy juices, yet it still hurt, and the feeling of horrible pain mixed with the need to have him inside me. "It's going to feel fucking incredible, dolly... I'm going to fuck you up so good."
