by Stella Noir
There was a door across the room from the bed, and I assumed it led out into a hallway. And even though my first instinct was to avoid all contact with anyone until absolutely necessary, I turned the knob only to find that the door was locked.
Of course, it’s locked. He’s not going to let you get out of here that easy.
Another door to the right of the bed was ajar and when I walked in and turned on the light I was caught off guard by bright, shimmering light bouncing off crystal and gold fixtures. I found a switch to dim the lights and turned everything down to a soft glow. I had never been in a bathroom like this before in my life. Everywhere I looked there were gold fixtures or gold flecks in the marble covered floor and counter, as well as light fixtures dripping in crystal and gold. I was glad to see an enormous bathtub in the corner of the room and planned on taking advantage of that soon, but as I turned to face the doorway I noticed something I hadn’t when I got out of bed.
Instead of looking at a wall across the bedroom I was looking at a reflection of myself surrounded by a glow of golden sparkles and a door frame. I stepped back through the doorway and into the bedroom and took in the mirrored wall that had caused the room to originally appear double its size. As I watched my body slowly walk up to itself I was amazed at how small I looked surrounded by the large pieces of ornate furniture in the enormous room I stood in. I felt like a little girl in my baby doll nightgown playing house in my parents room. As I reached out and touched the cold, smooth glass I tried to imagine what this mirror’s intended purpose was. My first guess was to disguise a surveillance camera, but I knew that he had to have those hidden all over the house and couldn’t have needed a whole wall to conceal one. Then I thought perhaps he just really enjoyed watching himself fuck his captive sex slave and figured a mirrored ceiling was too gauche.
I continued to look around the room and noticed a piece of furniture under one of the side tables that was so small and seemingly insignificant that it was almost hidden. It was a short wooden stool with a dowel sticking up out of the very center that looked very uncomfortable to sit on, to say the least. I didn’t even want to think about what he was planning on doing with that and tried to wipe it out of my mind as I walked back to the bed. I was starting to realize that everything around me was there for a reason and that I would find out what purposed it served soon enough.
Adjacent to the mirror wall, a set of thick, red velvet drapes ran the entire length of the wall behind the bed. I walked over to them and rifled around in the soft fabric until I finally found a cord with a large tassel on the end. What I saw as they parted took my breath away. Jake had not been lying when he said this house was 20 miles in each direction from any town or neighbor. For as far as I could see in the direction I was facing, there were hills that sloped downward away from the house that were filled with groves of evergreen trees and bare stick-like deciduous trees, and all of it was covered in a white blanket of snow. And if I’d been in the basement before, I was pretty sure that this room was at least four or five stories off the ground.
Well, I guess I got the solitude I was looking for.
I stared at the scene in front of me for a long time wishing that things were different. That I wasn’t being held against my will in this beautiful place, or that Jake hadn’t taken such a big plunge off the deep end. Or maybe I really wanted to be here, maybe I just couldn’t accept that I wanted to be with someone, so I had to be kidnapped in order to take any responsibility away from myself. Maybe this really was exactly what I wanted after all. I could create all of the majestic and grandiose romantic scenes in the world and put them into a book for other people to read, but when it came down to it I had to have someone hold me captive and force me to have sex with them in order to actually allow anything even remotely like it into my life.
I’m just as fucked up as he is, I thought as I continued to stare at the far away snowy wonderland outside.
Just then, the door swung open and Jake walked in. I threw my arms up over my scantily covered breasts and Jake smiled his cold doctor smile as he shut the door behind him. His eyes slowly burned their way down my body then back up past the breasts my hands were doing a poor job of concealing before returning to look me in the face with his searing black eyes.
“Please, Abby. There’s no need for false modesty.”
He walked over to me and stood so that his head was towering over mine, his dark eyes laughing down at me.
“Get down on your knees.”
“Wha…what?” I knew it sounded ridiculous but, up until that moment, even though I had seen that smile on his face when he walked in the door, I had actually imagined that my Jake would come walking into the room. I don’t know why, maybe it was the romantic atmosphere or the distraction of the snow-covered ground outside, or just my sad, wishful thinking that everything could just go back to the way it was. But regardless, I was still slightly crushed to hear those forceful words come out of his mouth, then felt like kicking myself for being so silly.
“I said get on your knees, Abby. Are you going to do as I say or do I have to use force? I have no problem with either method.”
I lowered myself to my knees, not once losing eye contact with him, and waited there for him to tell me what to do, but also watching his eyes for any glimmer of the other Jake.
“Put my cock in your mouth,” he said in an even tone as he unzipped his pants and allowed it to pop out between us. I waited a few seconds before I gently wrapped my lips around the head that was jutting out in the air less than an inch from my my mouth and when I did his eyes grew wide and his slightly open mouth curled up on both sides. My tongue swirled around the ridge of his head and I moved my head back and forth, inching the shaft further and further into my mouth as my saliva created a slick surface that allowed him to slide in and out faster and deeper. He put his hands on either side of my head, forcing himself into my mouth even further, until I started to gag, then pulling out just enough for me to recover. He continued like this for a long time, fucking my head and thrusting it back and forth around his cock like a human sex doll.
With each thrust, his cock seemed to become thicker inside my mouth and I struggled to breathe. I moaned and whimpered as I tried to clamp my thighs together in order to alleviate the tension that was building in between my legs. I was mortified by my reaction and didn’t want him to know that being used like this was turning me on. The rhythm of him slamming himself into my face was starting to become hypnotic and I felt my body start to buckle underneath me. I managed to stay upright, but with my eyes closed the room felt like it was slowly turning. I was suddenly yanked out of my trance when Jake pulled himself all the way out of me and held my head still in his hands, his cock head brushing across my wet cheek and slapping into me with every jagged breath he took. He grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled my head back so that I was facing the ceiling, then looked at me like he had just seen me for the first time today.
“You’re a filthy little slut. You haven’t even taken a bath today, have you?”
“Well, I just woke up…”
I felt the sharp sting of a hand across my face and when I opened my eyes I was almost completely turned around toward the bed.
“Look at me.”
My entire body shook as I turned around to face him, but I couldn’t bring myself to look into his eyes.
“From now on you will take a bath by eight o’clock in the morning and breakfast will be brought up after I’m done with you. Do you understand?” he asked as he gripped my chin and pulled it up toward him.
“Yes.”
“And today, since you haven’t bathed yet, and I have no interest in sticking my dick in a filthy hole, you’re going to have to be punished.”
“But, Jake I…”
The next thing I knew I was on my hands and knees and tears were streaming down my cheeks. He had slapped me across the face again and I’d fallen over from the impact. He grabbed me by the hair and pulled my head back as he spoke
into my ear through gritted teeth.
“I want you to stand up, take off that disgusting nightgown, bend over and spread yourself apart for me.”
I was horrified by the way he was treating me, but I was even more horrified by my body’s reaction to him. I wanted to be used. I wanted to be treated like an object for his pleasure. I wanted to feel that incredible feeling of complete loss of control that I felt when he told me what to do. But the thing that kept sticking in my head was the way he was talking to me. It wasn’t the same whisper that he had used before; the one that made me want to curl up like a kitten at his feet. It was more like an order that could not be disobeyed and that gave me absolutely no choice other than to do exactly what it said. Both made me wet beyond reason, but I couldn’t help but notice how different each voice made me feel.
I stood up and took off the nightgown, then set it on the bed.
“Don’t bother with that anymore. You have a closet full of clothing over there that you can pick from after you take a bath. Bend over.”
I did as he ordered, reaching my hands around behind myself and grabbing my ass cheeks to pull them apart.
“Move your hands lower.”
As I did what he told me to do, moving my hands so that they were almost touching the tops of my thighs, he kicked my feet apart and I felt myself completely open up. I was almost doubled over and everything between my legs felt like it was being forced out towards him. I felt the first smack of the wooden paddle on my right cheek and screamed out in surprise and pain, then the next in the exact same spot. The first blow stung, the second was excruciating and I could almost hear the smile on his lips. The next whack with the paddle landed in between both of my ass cheeks, which was now where my pussy was completely opened up to him. The blow hit my incredibly sensitive lips and clit and as it did I let go of my ass cheeks and fell forward onto my hands and knees again, crying out in agony.
“Get up.”
“Please, Jake,” I said in between sobs.
“Get up and bend over the edge of the bed.”
I grabbed the side of the bed and pulled myself up, trying to stop crying and then wondering if it mattered at all.
I felt him right behind me, panting and grunting, and making some sort of quick movement. Then there was a longer moan and after that and I felt a stream of hot liquid fall across my back. I heard him zip his pants up, the subtle sounds of him moving across the soft carpet, and a door open and close.
I let my body crumple to the ground and just lay there, sobbing, for what seemed like an hour. I couldn’t believe that I had been reduced to getting affection through the paddlings and gruntings of this lunatic, although what had just happened today felt a lot more like punishment than affection.
I slowly got up and walked towards the bathroom, but stopped when I passed by a large antique wardrobe that sat next to the bathroom door. I opened the doors and noticed that it was filled with long, skimpy gowns and negligees of every color. There were some that were covered in sequins and some that were trimmed in ostrich feathers and others that were just sheer and silky but they all looked way too sexy for me. I wasn’t sure which one to choose and I really just wished I’d had a flannel nightgown to keep me cozy. It almost seemed like these clothes were for someone else, or Jake was trying to turn me into someone else. They really weren’t me at all.
I started the bath and while I let the tub fill up I looked at myself in the mirror. I wanted to wrap my arms around the sad girl that I saw there and tell her I was sorry for all the horrible things I had said about her. I wanted to take everything back. All the jokes and comments about how I wasn’t as pretty or skinny or as good as other girls. I wanted to make it up to myself somehow and comfort myself but I didn’t know how. I knew I wasn’t filthy like Jake had said, and I knew I wasn’t ugly like I had always told myself, but I didn’t know how to convince myself of either one.
When the bathtub was full, I carefully lowered myself into the hot, steaming water and although I knew the temperature was fine, it felt like it was scorching the sensitive, abused parts of my body. When my whole body acclimated I sank down into the tub, letting my head go under and trying to allow the warm water to fill in the space where I existed and wash me away. I tried to forget about what had just happened but my mind kept wandering to Jake and what made him think he could keep me here like this. And the even worse thought that I might just want to stay.
What’s wrong with me? I asked over and over as I tried to lose myself in the warm water.
ABBY
A fter less than a week of being moved to the new room, I was starting to get used to the daily routine. I would wake up with the sunrise and stare out the window from my bed for a while, thinking about my beautiful surroundings and pretending that I was here on my own volition instead of dwelling on the fact I was being held like an animal in a very well decorated cage. Since I was in the room by myself the majority of the time and didn’t have much to entertain myself with, I sat in silence a lot, contemplating my life and all of the thoughts and feelings that being held in this place had brought up in me. It was surprising to me how many old memories had surfaced during my short time here. Not just the kids at school, but other times I had been cheated on or blamed for something I hadn’t done. I really didn’t realize how many little moments like that had built up within me to make me that scared girl that ran away from the man of her dreams, only to wind up here. I wondered if this was really the perfect situation for me, after all, since there was really no need for me to communicate with him at all. I had no responsibility for anyone’s happiness. No responsibility to become an emotionally mature woman. No responsibilities at all, really.
It was still hard for me to reconcile the feelings I had for Jake, though, especially considering that I never received a kind or affectionate word from him anymore and our only contact came in the form of rough sex. Jake always came in to fuck me after I was dressed. I was sure he had cameras in this room as well as my hospital room so he knew when I had taken a bath and was dressed the way he wanted, or exactly when my guard was down. He would always come in before breakfast and usually again in the afternoon before dinner. Sometimes he came into my room in the evening and would spend a couple of long, drawn out hours tying me up and fucking me repeatedly, but he never came to me in the middle of the night in a state of terror again.
That night that seemed like years ago now, when he came into my room and told me he was sorry and would do everything he could to get me out of here. I knew it was silly of me to put any faith in those words, but I had at least hoped there was some truth to them. The longer I was in that room, though, the more I wondered if I was ever going to see that Jake again. When I would hear the door open I knew that I would either be tied to the bed or a door or a chair and I would be paddled and slapped and punished. He had an array of gynecological instruments he would insert into whichever hole suited him on a regular basis and other times he would have me sit on that odd stool in the corner of the room while he fucked my mouth and made me pleasure myself. But no matter what he did, it always seemed like it was intended to produce equal parts of pain and humiliation in me.
In truth, I derived sexual pleasure from quite a few of the things he did to me, and it became easier for me to admit to myself as the days went on. It’s just that, without any kindness or warmth or affection, only force and intimidation, it left me feeling incredibly cold and hollow every time. He would have his way with me until he was finished and would then tell me to make myself come and I didn’t have any problem doing that at all. I was usually ready for the release by then, but that’s all it was really, a release of tension and energy. He seemed to want to watch me have an orgasm but was not even remotely interested in bringing it about himself, usually telling me right before he turned and walked out the door that I was filthy and disgusting and that I should be happy he was letting me come at all.
Every day I ate all of my meals in my bedroom alone, with breakfast always c
oming in after my first session of the day, but today I was startled to find my breakfast already in the room after my bath. I got dressed and went to the table where my food was always laid out and went ahead and ate, hoping that this wasn’t another one of his tests that would lead to even more severe punishment. I finished everything and sat down in one of the chairs in the room and waited for the inevitable.
Eventually, Jake came into the room looking more crazed than I had ever seen him. He didn’t look at me at all when he ordered me down on the floor in front of the bed and I could tell that something was different. I was sure that I was going to be punished somehow, so by the time I knelt down in front of him I was shaking. He grabbed me by my hair and pulled my head up so that I was forced to look into his eyes.
“You may think you’ve experienced pain, Abby, but you don’t even know the meaning of the word yet,” he said, grimacing as he gripped my hair even tighter. His voice was still even but sounded louder and more menacing than it ever had before.
“Jake! Please!” I yelled, bracing myself for whatever was coming. He threw me down onto the ground and laughed, but he seemed to be looking at something in the large mirror.
“Jake? You really don’t you get it yet, do you, Abby? I didn’t think you could possibly be that stupid, but I guess you are. I’m not Jake, Abby. Do you know where Jake is? He’s over there, hiding behind that glass wall and watching everything that goes on in here,” he said with wild eyes as he stalked across the room to a small picture that was hanging on the wall adjacent to the mirror. It opened on a hinge like a small door and behind the painting was a panel of switches that he used to control the lighting. He flipped one switch and the lights dimmed in the bedroom. He flipped another and a light went on in a room behind the mirror, illuminating everything inside. I gasped when I saw another Jake standing with his head hanging down and his hands pressed against the glass. I couldn’t even comprehend what was going on and could barely breathe as I uttered his name out loud. He didn’t look at me or respond in any way and I just sat there on the floor, staring at him in complete silence.
