After he’d left, Molly had wanted to cry again, and she’d expected the tears to come hard and fast. She was really more angry than scared now, but regardless, she’d wanted the release of the tears, to lessen some of the enormous frustration she felt at being locked up like an animal. She sighed as she considered the analogy. She was just like an animal now, complete with her own fucking collar and tail. She shook her head at the thought, the motion making her leash rattle between her breasts, and then remembering her sore behind, she shifted her weight onto her hip to try and reach around and quell her aching bottom. She wondered what sort of state her poor ass was in after both the paddle and the cane had delivered their punishments, but stuck in this place, it was impossible to know.
The next thing she became aware of was how ridiculously uncomfortable it was in the cage. It was barely long enough for her to stretch out fully, although her initial explorations had found she could just about relieve the tension in her legs. That said, she felt absurdly exposed and vulnerable being naked and caged this way, and it felt safer to curl into a ball as much as possible. Drawing her feet back to her torso, she tried to rest against the bars which were set against the wall behind her, but the weight on her punished bottom was so painful, she was soon forced to move again. This time she settled on all fours, a position she had become wearily used to after the last few days. In spite of the pain in her knees, she found the position bizarrely comforting. It was disconcerting, but as her stomach rested against her thighs, she felt warmer, and calmer, too.
Molly fell into something of a stupor. She was neither dazed, nor intoxicated, yet she was aware of a peculiar wave of tranquillity falling over her. She still hated the cage, and she despised what it represented, but it was the strangest thing, somehow being locked inside it made her mind quiet. She was physically still of course – she had no choice in that – but it was more than just the actual confinement, the experience transcended that. In this restricted space, her mind was bizarrely liberated, and rather than worry about what Connor would do next and whether she could endure it, she felt resigned instead, relaxed even.
She drew in a deep breath, shivering a little at the temperature in the room as her eyes moved around the place. It was all so dark and debauched. With its whips, chains and spanking benches, Connor’s basement looked like the inside of one of the many scenes she had written over the years. She squirmed as she considered how long she’d thought about being dehumanized in the way he had treated her in the last day or so. The idea of being collared and leashed had seemed so kinky, and made her so hot, yet now, in this cage, the leather at her neck felt just like a second skin. She was so used to it being there, so wondered how she would reconcile the idea of being free of the thing when she escaped, and yet it had only been what? Two or three days here in this place with him? Christ, she didn’t even know what day it was anymore. Just imagine what Connor could do to subjugate her given more time.
Molly shuddered at the thought, the motion shifting her dildo; the tail lodged deep inside her ass. If the leash had seemed kinky, then how did she rationalize that? Connor was well and truly making her his pet, and despite her every protest, and all the punishment, Molly couldn’t deny the hot, simmering need it produced between her legs. She didn’t need to slide a hand down there to know that even at this moment she was wet with need, her arousal spiking inside the cage, despite the humiliating orgasm she’d been permitted to achieve upstairs over his leg. Whatever this nightmare abduction was, and however it turned out, there was a part of Molly that was relishing the experience, and despite her logical abhorrence, she was tired of trying to deny it.
She sighed, blinking into the darkness. There was nothing to see, but still she stared. Molly shifted her weight to rest the side of her head against the backs of her hands. Ignoring the silent screams in her knees, she closed her eyes. Trying to make sense of her fate was giving her a headache, and the confines of the cage were doing nothing to help. Before Connor – before all of this – she used to take runs to alleviate the symptoms of her frequent bad headaches, but there was no hope of that here. With Connor as her Master, there was little hope of even being allowed to stand and walk, let alone go for a run, and somehow, she needed to make the best of it. At least until she could somehow devise her escape.
The realization hung over her like a cloud, and all at once, without any warning, the tears began to fall. Thick and fast they came, until Molly’s eyes blinked open, and her vision blurred with the weight of them. It was then that sounds from the top of the staircase stirred her, and her heart raced as she heard footsteps. His footsteps. Connor was coming.
Chapter Fifty-Four
He towered over the end of her cage, watching her body tremble as she awaited his verdict.
“Has my little pet suffered enough?” He announced the question to the dark room around her.
Molly nodded her head slowly, craning her neck to make eye contact with him. “Yes, Master,” she whispered, her tone imploring.
He crouched low, so that he was almost at her eye-level. “Have you learned your lesson?” His tone was calm. “Every time you refuse to take your punishment as I see fit, you will be locked in here, for more quiet contemplation.”
She swallowed, as though she was pushing back the words she wanted to use as a retort, and the look of her made him smile.
“I understand,” she mumbled, her face lowering to avoid his eye. “I will try to be good.”
He raised his brow at her sardonically, wondering if Molly even had it in her to be good. Obedience, it seemed, was not her forte, however hard she may try. “And I shall reward you for your efforts,” he told her, “and punish you for your failings.”
She pulled her lower lip between her teeth at that, evidently uncertain how to respond. She had every right to be unsure, currently locked in a cage as she was.
“You may come out now,” he went on, reaching into his shirt pocket for the small key which would release the padlock at the cage door.
Molly’s eyes widened further as she watched him, as though she couldn’t quite believe she would be free, but as the door swung open he heard her sigh of relief. She inched forward to the opening, glancing up at Connor for approval before she exited completely.
He rose before her, taking the end of her leash as he smiled. “Come on,” he encouraged her, beckoning her forward with his index finger. “You need to rest, and then you will be fed and put to work. There’s a lot to write since your last installment.”
Tentatively, she crawled out of the cage, shivering as she made contact with the hard tiles again. Connor led her toward a large black box against the side of the basement wall, and lifting the lid, he produced a huge emerald blanket from within its confines.
“Here,” he said, gently. “Wrap this around you, pet.”
He offered her the cover, and watched as she opened it out, draping its length over her nudity as best she could in her chains. Once her body was sheltered, he swooped, catching her under the arms with one hand and under the knees with the other. He bundled her up in the blanket, and pulled her close against his body, his show of agility producing a shocked gasp from his pet.
“You’ve had a busy morning,” he chuckled as he carried her up the stairs, past the unused lounge, and into the bright hallway. “It’s time you had that rest.”
She settled into the dog bed without a fuss. Connor was right, she was exhausted and despite the humiliation at being bundled from a cage to a basket, she had neither the will nor the energy to care. Her ass stung like hell as it nudged the outside of the fur lining, and she inhaled sharply. Hearing the sound, Connor turned to laugh at her once more.
“How’s that bottom doing, pet?” he asked, evidently amused at her suffering.
“It stings, Master,” she replied, feeling the heat at her face as she answered him. It was ridiculously humiliating to have to say so, but it was the truth, and based on how her ass felt, there could be no denying it.
He nodded. “I will tend to it while lunch is cooking,” he mused. “I want you to be punished, but not to suffer for days afterwards.”
Molly raised her head to look upon him, his kind gesture unexpected in light of recent events. She watched as he moved fluidly about the kitchen, marveling at how comfortable he seemed in the place. Molly had never been the best cook, and it was almost alluring to see Connor so competent as he busied himself. Soon the aroma of roasting chicken filled the room, and her belly grumbled in response. Apparently, she was not only tired, but hungry.
“Not long now,” he told her, moving toward the place where she lay.
She glanced up to see a tube of cream in his hand, and she blinked at his towering form as it loomed over her.
“Let’s attend to your poor, caned backside, shall we?” he asked with a wry smile, as he crouched before her.
She inhaled deeply. What was this? First, he wanted to cane her, and now he wanted to play nurse-maid?
“Come,” he ordered, tugging at her collar with his end of the leash.
She left the dog bed, crawling slowly to where he stood. Pulling back a kitchen chair, he seated himself and waited on her arrival. As she approached his feet, she paused, once more staring up at him.
“Up you come,” he instructed, patting his lap with his free hand. “Let’s see the damage properly.”
Chapter Fifty-Five
She was up and over his lap in a moment. One hard tug at her leash had got her moving, and she’d scrambled to obey as quickly as she could. Connor wound the end of her leash around his right hand, and then examined her delectable bottom for signs of cuts or significant damage. He was pleased to see there were none, and he credited his own, experienced hand with the cane for that achievement.
“You’ll be fine,” he told her, unscrewing the cap of the tube with his teeth after he had spoken. “Let me put this on now, and you’ll be healed in a day or two, assuming you don’t earn yet more punishment before then, of course.”
She squirmed over him, her chained limbs hanging on either side of his body as he applied the cream around her furry tail. There was a loud hiss and a wince as he touched the punished areas, and he smiled to himself, pleased that her penance had been so effective. Connor wasn’t sure if it was his cane, or his cage which had placated her, but she certainly seemed quieter since her visit to the basement.
Tamed…
The word sprung into his head as he massaged the toned orbs of her ass. But was she? Could you really tame a woman so quickly? After all, it had only been a matter of days, but there had certainly been an intense collection of experiences in that time.
“How’s this doing, pet?” he asked her, tugging gently on the tail which sprang from her bottom.
Molly sniffed, miserably. “It feels huge, Master,” she whined.
Connor bit his lip to suppress the chuckle which threatened to emerge. He loved how she moaned and begged. The sounds made him hard almost at once. “Are you sore?” He probed, running a digit around the outside of the dildo plugged into her behind.
She whimpered, nodding over him, but that wasn’t going to be good enough. She had to know that about him by now.
“Tell me, pet,” he snapped, wanting to demonstrate his disappointment at her response.
“Yes, Master,” she replied, breathily. “Very sore.”
He pursed his lips, turning from her toned shoulders to examine her gorgeous ass again. Connor wanted her plugged, as often as possible, but he didn’t want to make it unbearable. His long-term objective was to fuck the sweet arse in front of him, and for that he needed her not only obedient, but relaxed and pliant. He had no desire to rip and damage her permanently. That kind of thing just didn’t do it for him.
He had always been a man of many contradictions.
“Okay, let’s get this out for now,” he told her. “Like before, pet. Nice deep breaths for me.”
She shuddered over him, but he felt the effort in her chest as she forced herself to calm.
“On your next breath out,” he told her, gripping the end of the tail with his left hand.
As soon as she exhaled, he tugged, easing the black plastic from her bottom with a practised hand. She mewled softly as it slipped from her, panting for a moment until her breathing settled down. Connor eyed the dildo enviously. He couldn’t wait to get his cock into the place it had vacated.
“Down now,” he told her, using his right arm to guide her back to the floor. “Back into your bed until the food is ready.”
She raised her eyes at him, but was smart enough not to speak. Instead, she turned and allowed Connor to lead her back to the dog bed, her eyes on him as he secured her leash to the D-ring on the floor.
Time was moving in random pockets. A few moments in his cage could seem like hours, and yet entire chunks of the day passed in what felt like no time at all. Connor fed her lunch as promised. It was roasted chicken and mashed potatoes, with some type of delicious, creamy sauce, and despite the usual humiliation of being served food in a dog bowl, she wolfed it down hungrily. It turned out she was starving, and Connor could really cook, so she suppressed her desire to throw the contents of the bowl over him, and just forced her mouth into it. Eating this way was more than just undignified, and she despised how she must look as she leaned into the metal, hearing the chain at her neck clink against it. But her growling belly drew her on, so she devoured what she could eagerly. All the time she was aware of Connor’s hot gaze on her, and she knew the denigrating behavior was making her horny and wet again. She could feel the simmering need pulsing at her clit, and it riled her every inch as much as he did. It reminded her of the hard truth. He might be the bad guy here – the one who had taken her – but she was the sick one who’d actually started to enjoy it. What the fuck was that about? Who relished being captured and dehumanized this way? The urgency in her pussy gave her the answer. She did.
As she ate on the floor, Connor sat at the table to her left, eating the more conventional way. That annoyed her too. While she was made to lap potato from her bowl, he sat happily beside her, using his knife and fork. But Molly knew that was the point. This was all part of the game. The let’s dehumanize Molly, until she truly believes she’s an animal game. She was smart enough to understand what he was doing, and why, but she wasn’t strong enough to stop him. She couldn’t fend him off, and she knew she couldn’t outrun him – even without the chains at her ankles. Worse though, she wasn’t even sure if she wanted to.
After the meal, he rose, carrying his plate to the sink before he returned with a wet cloth in his hand. Crouching before Molly, he ordered her to look up at him, an instruction which took a few seconds to obey. She couldn’t see herself, but she could feel the state of her face, so she had a pretty good idea of how messy she must be. He grinned at her gleefully as he wiped her clean, and all she could do was swallow down her pride, and take it.
“You did well with lunch,” he praised her, cheerfully. “Now it’s time to write, and after that you can rest for a while.”
She met his gaze, uncertain how she was supposed to respond. The horrid tail was out of her at least, but she had no idea how she could sit on a chair with her ass as tender as it was right now. Apparently oblivious to her concerns, Connor took the bowl away, and strode to the door.
“Stay put,” he warned her, as he unbolted the top lock, and slipped through the door. Molly heard the bolt slide into place from the outside, and let out a long sigh.
He was gone. For the time being at least. Her hand moved to the leash at her collar, tracing the metal down to the floor. How had it come to this? She didn’t know if she wanted to laugh or cry anymore. She was exhausted and hurt, although the greatest wounds had undoubtedly been inflicted on her dignity. Connor had ripped that into shreds, and then made her lap up the pieces in front of him. She raised her head as best she could against the chain, taking in the look of the kitchen.
For the first time she thought of the life he had taken h
er from. She hadn’t allowed herself to dwell on her home and her friends until that moment, but now the sense of loss hit her like a freight train. Gasping, she shifted in the bed, instinctively trying to sit with her legs crossed, but then remembered the shortness of her leash, and just how sore her bottom really was. She compromised by resting on her side, and then the tears came again. Would Hannah be worried about her? What would her friends think when she didn’t make their appointments, and return their calls? Would they have called the police by now? Her mind wandered over every possible scenario, but at the end of every one was the bleak reality. Even when her absence was noticed, they’d never find her. She was in another country after all, her last known destination the author event in London. The only possible witnesses to her abduction were the gang of youths who’d also tried to attack her, and it was pretty unlikely that they’d have gone to the police themselves. They couldn’t care less about Molly.
Whatever happened, she was on her own here – wherever here was – and if she ever wanted to see home again, she’d need to use her own wit and cunning. So far Connor hadn’t really tried to hurt her, and that was good. Yes, he had punished her and right now her bottom felt like it was four times its usual size, but other than that, he hadn’t been physically abusive. He hadn’t beaten her, taken his belt to her, and he didn’t seem inclined to do so. Of course, that was a pretty dangerous assumption to make with a man who had already shown an inclination to take what he wanted without thought or consent, but what choice did she have? Evidently, he was a sadist, but that didn’t necessarily make him an actual psychopath. He had shown a level of compassion when he’d realized how sore the dildo had made her ass, so he was capable of empathy. That gave her hope, and right now hope was all she had.
The sound of the bolt jolted her from her thoughts, and she curled herself back up into a ball just as the kitchen door opened. Connor returned, closing the door behind him, and placing the laptop down on the table between them. He eyed her thoughtfully as he crouched down to release her from the D-ring which held her to the floor.
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