His to Keep (She's Mine Book 2)

by Stella Noir

  “Wait, what are you doing…” My words sounded slurred and almost inaudible to me as I made a feeble attempt at having a discussion with Dr. Maniac.

  “I’m going to need you to stop talking and listen to me, Abby.” He unbuckled the cuff on one of my ankles and pushed my hip away from him so that I was twisted at my waist and my ass was facing him. I felt him spread my cheeks apart then push my hips toward the mattress so that I was twisted, and exposed to him, even more. Even through the sedative he had given me I was aware that this was a bad situation, but it was more like a thought that I was observing. I knew I should be terrified but all I could muster while his fingers were invading my asshole and pussy was curiosity as if I were hearing a story rather than actually feeling someone’s fingers inside me. He started talking again and as he did I heard the sounds of a bottle cap opening and something squeezing out.

  “I’m going to insert this butt plug inside you right now, and if you’re a good girl I’ll be back in the morning to take it out.”

  I gasped as a cold, hard object touched the sensitive skin between my butt cheeks, then struggled and pulled against my restraints as he slid it all the way in. I had never had anything like this inside me before and even though the drug made me feel somewhat detached, it took a couple minutes for me to adjust to the pain and the feeling of incredible fullness back there. I didn’t even know if it was pain I was feeling at this point or just total humiliation and defeat. Jake had clearly won. I was drugged and restrained and he was invading my body at his whim now.

  The worst part of it, though, the part that was hard for me to even admit to myself, was that I wanted it. It was definitely a physical thing since I could feel my body was responding to him, I was getting more and more wet as I struggled and tried to imagine what he was doing to me. But I also just wanted him. After all that he’d done to me, after everything that had happened since I’d been here, I realized I was still in love with him, and I wanted to feel him touch me. And that made me feel like the worst person in the world. Tears started rolling down my face again as the realization swept over me of just how trapped I was. I was not only trapped in this dark hospital, and tied down in this bed, but I was also trapped by my own feelings for this lunatic.

  After he was done examining me from behind, I felt him grab my leg and move me so that I was laying on my back again, then cuff my ankle back up and cover my legs with the sheet and blanket. He walked across the room and unlocked a drawer that was in a cabinet up against the wall near the bathroom door and when he came back to the bed I saw that he was holding a large pair of scissors.

  “You won’t be needing this anymore,” he said as he cut up the side of the hospital gown I had turned into a robe. He carefully cut down the arm and across the shoulder of the light blue fabric, then walked around the bed and cut the shoulder on the other side. When he was done he pulled on the gown and like a magic trick it slid out from underneath me. I was left virtually naked in the extremely thin, see-through fabric of my baby doll nightgown and the chill in the air caused my nipples to harden immediately. I looked up at him and watched his pupils dilate as he scanned my almost naked body.

  I felt him pull down the part of the nightgown that covered my breasts so that they were completely bared to him, then winced as he pinched both nipples. I didn’t understand how I could be feeling the sensations of pain he was inflicting on my body, but at the same time was totally unable to movie a muscle. It was terrifying. He cupped my breasts and squeezed them firmly as he pinched and twisted the nipples again until I cried out. As he tortured me his face formed that creepy half-smile again, but now that the look in his eyes had changed he almost looked deranged. I had never seen him like this before and I kept vacillating back and forth between being turned on and utterly terrified. I felt like I was losing my mind. He released my breasts and they fell back down towards my armpits, but the nipples were still incredibly stiff and sore. After several minutes he moved his eyes away from my body and turned to walk around the room, addressing me in that cold, professional tone.

  “Over the next few months, I will be conducting a number of tests like this one, Abby. What I will be testing is your willingness to comply, as well as your ability to submit to me and to be controlled by me…”

  As he continued to walk around the bed and talk into the air, I stared at the ceiling and felt the blood drain away from my head and every limb on my body. The realization was slowly solidifying in my brain that he really truly intended to keep me here…as his sex slave…forever. I could only compute bits and pieces of what he was saying to me as I started going into shock.

  “…tests that I have devised myself to determine how best to discipline you and help you submit to me fully…”

  His voice started to go in and out like a radio that wasn’t tuned properly. I didn’t know if I was hyperventilating or if I had stopped breathing, but I felt like I was on the brink of passing out and, between the effects of the drug he had given me and the feeling of terror over the news I was receiving, I had the sensation that my head was being pushed underwater over and over again.

  “…I am well aware of your desire to submit, and I intend to explore your limits and push you beyond them…”

  I tried to move but my body wasn’t responding. I wanted to ask him why he was doing this to me but my lips wouldn’t even open. I felt like all of my senses and bodily functions were betraying me now, that he had control of them. I felt tears roll down my cheeks and into my ears but there was nothing I could do to relieve the tickling sensation they caused. I was his captive now, and he would do whatever he wanted to me from now on.

  “…from this point onward your will is no longer your own. You belong to me.”

  With those last words, he stood at the head of the bed and hovered over me. I looked up at him, hoping that somehow he would suddenly turn back into the old Jake I knew, smile his warm smile and untie me, but even through the blurriness of my tear-filled eyes I could see the cold look on his face. He stuck his hand between my legs and pushed his middle finger up inside me and his smile turned into laughter as he felt how wet I was. He pulled his finger out and shoved it into my mouth, then pushed my head into the pillow with his hand and almost gagged me before pulling it back out.

  “You can’t fool me, Abby. I know everything about you. Everything.”

  He threw the covers over my body then turned the lights out as he left the room, leaving me alone in the dark.

  ABBY

  I woke up with sunlight streaming in through those damned blinds again. I didn’t seem to wake up as late as I had on the previous mornings…or afternoons, but maybe the sedative I had been given last night wasn’t as strong as it had been on the previous nights, or was a completely different drug altogether. I squirmed around uncomfortably in bed, slowly coming to the realization that I couldn’t move my arms and legs and I really had to use the bathroom. I felt the strange sensation in my ass and remembered the butt plug that Jake had put inside me last night as a test.

  What the hell kinda test is this? To see how far he can push me before I hate his goddamned guts?

  I was really dreading seeing him this morning. I felt incredibly humiliated about what had happened last night, about what he had done to me, but especially about the emotions I had experienced. I was terrified of what he was doing to me, but I also felt like I was getting weaker somehow, and that I was having a hard time convincing myself that I should hate him. I didn’t want to feel this way. I didn’t want to care about him or to be turned on by the things he was doing to me. There was a part of me that was enraged that he was holding me against my will, but there was another part of me that remembered what he was like before, what we were like. I hated myself for it but I really wanted it all back, even though I was the one that threw it all away. I knew it was ridiculous, that his mental state had nothing to do with me, but I kept thinking that maybe if I hadn’t left him he wouldn’t have gone off the deep end.

  Maybe
this is my punishment for being such an idiot, I thought as fresh tears rolled down my cheeks.

  The lock in the door clicked, then opened, and that horrible nurse walked in. Watching her approach me with that ugly smirk on her creepy old face gave me plenty of reason to hate her. She had been in on this all along, and I wondered as I watched her undo my cuffs where the hell Jake found someone like her to help him with his messed-up plans.

  She didn’t even say a word to me as she pulled me out of bed and pushed me towards the bathroom.

  I guess now that I know what’s going on I’m just a piece of meat to throw around, I thought as I looked around for something to use to smash her face in.

  I went through the bathroom door and turned to close it but the nurse put her foot in the way.

  “I’d like to use the bathroom alone, please,” I said as I tried to force the door to shut on her foot. She pushed it open with very little effort and walked in, smiling and carrying a metal bowl in one hand and backing me up against the sink.

  “Turn around and bend over and keep your hands on the sink,” she said in that same flat voice that she used the other night at the nurse’s station. I did what she said, even though I wanted to kick her right in the stomach, mainly because I really had to go to the bathroom. I felt her cold hands grab my hips and with one fast tug she pulled the plug right out of my ass, which was even more humiliating than when Jake had put it in. I heard her drop it into the metal bowl and close the door as she left the bathroom and I immediately ran to the toilet. As I sat there, I thought about all the ways I was eventually going to wipe that horrible smile off her ugly face.

  I realized that in the previous days of my drugged out haze it hadn’t occurred to me to take a shower, so I got in and let the hot water soak into my bones. I thought about Jake and how I was going to get out of there, then emerged almost a half hour later feeling a little bit better. I decided I would try to talk to him again, to see if there was any way I could reason with him. And I decided that the next time I saw that nurse I was going to smash one of the bedside tables over her head.

  Jake was leaning up against the wall next to the door when I came out of the bathroom. I wondered how long he had been there, but figured he had probably been watching everything I’d done from the minute I woke up this morning. For a moment I thought I saw the old Jake’s eyes, the way he used to look at me across the room and tell me what to do without opening his mouth. That look used to take my breath away and for a split second I could have sworn it was there. I wanted so badly for things to go back to the way they were before I left and ruined everything, and a little part of me melted inside as I watched him stare at me.

  “Stand facing the bed, Abby,” he said as he gestured with a flick of his wrist at the side of the bed that was closest to me. I felt his hard stare follow me as I walked over to the bed and stood there, waiting for what was coming next.

  “Bend over and spread your feet apart.”

  I bent down so that my hands were touching the bed and I spread my feet apart. I heard him walk up behind me and felt the immense sting of what sounded and felt like a wooden paddle striking my butt cheek. Jake grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled my head back towards him and talked into my ear through gritted teeth.

  “I want you to bend down so that your are laying on the bed with your ass in the air and I want your feet spread as far apart as they will go. Now.”

  He threw my head down onto the bed and I did exactly as he said. I didn’t understand it but I felt a strong desire to please him and to do whatever he asked of me, but at the same time, this was nothing like he had ever done before. I wasn’t used to being hit by him and when he would talk into my ear it had always been in a voice that made me want to do whatever he asked. But the way he was talking to me now made it sound like he almost despised me.

  I felt his hands on my ass, caressing the spot where he had hit it with the paddle. It stung but it also felt good to have him touching it in such a gentle way, but that only lasted a moment. He pulled me apart and poked around inside me for a minute or two like he was giving me another examination, and I flinched as I felt a cold stream of liquid fall where his fingers had just been. Then he did something to me that he knew I had never done before. My eyes grew wide as I felt him push his thick cock into my asshole, and he did it all in one thrust. I screamed into the pile of blankets that my face was buried in as I felt his head push past my tight muscles and his entire length slam into me all the way to the hilt. The bed was shaking as he ripped into me, pounding away inside my ass like he was trying to break through it into another dimension. I felt his feet kick mine even further apart so that they weren’t touching the floor and I had no leverage. I was being pounded into the bed, my legs curling up behind me and my fingers gripping the bedding as I listened to the erratic breathing and deep moans that came with each thrust.

  Suddenly he pulled out of me and grabbed my hair again. This time, he pulled it and one of my legs to the side and flipped me over on the bed so that I was facing him. He pulled my body closer to the edge of the bed, then pushed my thighs back so that they were on either side of my chest and crammed his cock back into my asshole. I yelled and tried to arch my back and squirm away, but he held me in place and looked into my eyes like he was about to eat me alive.

  “Make yourself come,” he ordered as he continued to slam into me, his eyes wild and his hair dripping with sweat.

  I reached my hand down through the space between my leg and my stomach and ran it over my clit. I was incredibly wet and he watched me as I spread my slippery juices all over my clit and lips. As I went back and forth between swirling my finger around my wet clit and thrusting it deep into my vagina, I watched him and he seemed hypnotized by my movements. His eyes were glued to where my hand was circling my clit, and as he gripped my thighs harder and sped up his thrusting, I realized he was about to come. The thought of him orgasming inside me put me over the edge and I felt waves of pleasure start to pulsate inside me. The warm, tingly sensation spread from my pelvic area and washed out over my stomach, then my body went into shivering convulsions. I lost all control and yelled out Jake’s name over and over as I gripped the rock hard arms that still held my thighs down. The ring of muscles that hugged Jake’s cock was convulsing along with the rest of me and as the waves subsided, I watched his eyes close and noticed a change in his face as all traces of tension disappeared. He collapsed on top of me and ran his hand up over one of my breasts, then gently across my shoulder and neck while he caught his breath. I wanted to wrap my arms around him and run my fingers through his hair but hated myself at the same time for having those feelings. After a few moments he recovered his breath, then got up and looked down at me with those cold eyes I was getting so used to.

  “Go and take another shower. You’re filthy.”

  He zipped his pants up and walked out of the room without saying another word to me.

  After lying there stunned and confused for a few minutes, I pushed myself up and slowly made my way to the bathroom and then into the shower. As I stood there under the stream of hot water, I thought about everything that had happened, just now, and in the happy months I had had with Jake, and I was still amazed that I’d never seen any of this kind of behavior before. Or maybe I just hadn’t wanted to see it.

  When I thought about it, the two times we’d had actual intercourse when we were together Jake was much more forceful, a lot like he had been earlier, but he had never been cruel. It did seem to me that the personality Jake was embodying, this doctor person, was similar in some ways to the side of him that came out when we’d made love back then. Not that I would actually call it making love, though. It was more like raw, crazed, animalistic fucking, with hair pulling and spanking and physical force - which I have to admit I enjoyed, but also found a bit confusing. It was just startling to have him switch mid-stream from the smoldering and lust-filled glances that filled his eyes, to that manic, sadistic appearance that swept over him
and made him look like he wanted to strangle me. It was as if fucking turned him into a completely different person.

  Seeing him now made me realize that there were warning signs in the beginning, and maybe the reason I ran away was because there was a part of my brain that was actually paying attention to them. I guess I had just never consciously thought about the fact that he might be a little crazy. I mean, why would I? I just figured there were times when his dominant nature was more subtle and was conveyed more through his eyes and then there were times when he liked to be in control through force and with pain.

  I hated Jake for treating me this way, for making me his captive and forcing himself on me, but I had to admit I had never come so hard in my life. It was hard not to feel ashamed of my reaction to him and the gentle feelings I had had for him after what he had just done.

  I got out of the shower and dried off and when I returned to my bed I found a domed tray next to it. I didn’t even lift the lid to see what was underneath it, though. I wasn’t interested in being drugged by a nasty sandwich and a bowl of watery soup today. I would rather starve than eat that crap ever again.

  I quickly realized that it was a completely different experience being in this drab, dimly lit hospital room without the added benefit of being drugged out of my mind for hours on end. It was actually pretty boring in here and after sitting on the bed for a while, I decided to look around the room a bit. I thought if anything a remote control for the TV would be nice so that I could while away the hours with a good melodramatic story when I wasn’t being harassed and tortured by my ex-boyfriend.

  Maybe I could catch up on my soap operas, I thought, then laughed at the how my life actually resembled a soap opera now.