He nods, briefly. I don’t think he cares about the money, which is intriguing, because surely the money is what all these monsters are competing for. Though, knowing men the way I do, the debauchery is probably just as stimulating to them. Might even be more exciting to them than the money.
“Alright,” he says, standing up. “Let’s start your training.”
I look up the length of his body, into his face. I had forgotten how much charisma he had. I knew he was handsome, but the way the light hits his face below makes me feel so much smaller than I already am.
He reaches up, brushing his hair out of his face, then looks down at me.
“On your knees.”
“Now?” I squeak the question.
“You can’t hesitate, Alice. This is an obedience competition. There are no questions, there’s no refusing. There’s just doing as you’re told, no matter what you’re asked to do.”
I look at him, knowing this is going to be practically impossible for me.
“I know,” he says. “It’s a long shot.”
I look at the floor, and I think about going down on my knees, and imagine what will happen next.
“It’s not hard, Alice,” he says. “Just kneel on the floor.”
“You kneel, if it’s so easy,” I say.
He hesitates for a second, and then, to my very great surprise, he drops to his knees in front of me.
“You can do this,” he says, his tone softening. “Come down here with me.”
The motion catches me off-guard and strikes me as so sweet that I actually find myself sliding from the bed and going onto my knees too in front of him.
“Good girl.”
He says those words, smiles at me, and I feel a rush of warmth and approval that makes me almost want to cry. I get so little praise, and I have been so afraid for so long…
He pulls me into his arms again, and we kneel together on the floor, my head on his shoulder, face buried in his neck as his big, muscular arms cradle me close, reassuring me.
“I can make this easy for you, if you let me,” he murmurs in my ear. “You don’t have to fight this every inch of the way. It can actually feel good.”
It feels good to be held by him. I close my eyes and I let him keep me in place, relaxing against his body.
“You’re going to let me feed you when you’re hungry. You’re going to go to sleep when I put you to bed. You’re going to kneel when I order it, and you’re going to be good for me, aren’t you?”
I hear myself make a moan in the affirmative. It’s a small sound, barely audible, but he hears it. I know he does because his response is a low growl in his throat, a sound that makes me tremble.
“You can be good, Alice. I am going to show you that so many times over you’ll forget what being bad feels like. You’re going to be mine in every way possible.”
His voice is deep and soft, lulling me into a state of relaxation I did not know I was capable of. His hand wraps around the back of my neck, and I feel his fingers scratching lightly at the nape.
He turns his head and brushes his lips over my neck then finds the lobe of my ear and suckles gently. I feel pleasure running through me, giving me a thrill.
“It’s not difficult to submit, Alice,” he purrs in my ear. “All you have to do is let me lead, trust me to look after you and keep you safe.”
I start to feel what he’s talking about, that slow melting into trust and safety—but the second my body starts to relax, something inside me snaps. A surge of pure anxiety rushes through me, obliterating any sense of comfort.
[divider]
Jake
I feel it go wrong in my arms. One moment she is actually being a very good girl, and the next she is tense, almost shaking with fear. She pushes me away. I let her. We are still kneeling on the floor together, close enough.
“You don’t like it when I talk about being safe.”
“There’s no such thing,” she says. “It’s a lie. Don’t lie to me. Nobody can keep anybody safe. Ever.”
It’s not a huge stretch of imagination to understand why she feels that way.
“Something very bad happened to you once, but that doesn’t mean good things can’t happen in the future.”
“I’m having to be a sex toy so I don’t get sold as a sex slave,” she says. “You let me know when the good things start happening.”
“Alright, you have a point,” I tell her. “We need to find something you can trust, because without it we’re not going to be able to do this. Can you believe that I am a bad guy who wants to do bad things to you?”
A half-smile appears on her face as she looks at me with the hope that comes from being partially understood.
“Yeah,” she says, lifting her shackled hand to push her hair behind her ear. “I can believe that.”
“Can you believe that I intend to see this through, break you and make you mine? Can you believe that I hunger for you, to be inside you? To ensure nobody else ever gets to put a fucking finger on you?”
The smile wavers, then broadens a little. She relaxes, almost on the verge of giggling.
“If you can’t believe in anything good, then believe in something bad,” I tell her. “If you can’t trust me to save you, trust that I will claim you.”
“That… actually helps,” she says.
“Good. Now come here,” I growl, pulling her back and kissing her firmly. I want her however I can have her. If she can’t trust in the good, we’ll work with the darkness.
She kisses me back, her lips hesitant at first, but becoming more passionate as she accepts her place with me. She knows she cannot escape this situation, and she knows that the only way out of the trap that has been set for her is through me. Is this the stuff true love stories are made of? Probably not, but it is the way gritty people survive worlds that are more twisted and corrupt than most people will ever know.
I unlock her shackles because as cute as she looks in them, I’m going to need her free movement for this next part. I also undress her, stripping clothing from her body as if the very presence of it offends me, tearing the odd seam, popping buttons. Clothes are a luxury she has absolutely not earned, and when I want her, I’ll have her. Nothing will get in the way.
“I’m going to stand up,” I tell her. “And you are going to stay down here.”
I rise to my feet, only for Alice to immediately try to follow. I nudge her back down.
“Stay,” I growl firmly, as a bratty little smile establishes itself on her face. “Alice, remember we are trying to win your freedom.”
She rolls her eyes a little, but stops trying to resist.
“There’s no fun in that.”
“I can make this as intense as you need it to be,” I tell her. “I know that just being a good girl because I tell you to be doesn’t do anything for you. But I am going to make you good.”
[divider]
Alice
He grips the back of my neck and presses my face to the floor. I can feel my cheek against the rug. It’s a position in which no dignity can be had.
“Good girl,” he growls. “This position makes you accessible, doesn’t it? Can you feel your bare pussy, exposed? Your tight little asshole between those cute cheeks? Spread your legs… that’s right, I want your knees further apart.”
This makes me feel filthy. It makes me feel like an animal waiting to be taken. It makes me feel as though I am an entirely different creature. It feels hot in a way I’ve never felt hot before.
“When I tell you to assume the position, this is what I want you to do,” he says, running his hand over my ass in a gentle, possessive manner.
“There’s no way,” I whimper.
“You can do it with me, which means you can do it of your own accord when I tell you to.”
“No, I can’t,” I whimper.
He slaps my ass, making it flash hot. “Yes. You can.”
I can’t, though. I could never willingly do this in front of others. It is an affront to my ego.
As my arousal increases, and my desire takes over, I start to not only be able to imagine doing this for him. I can even begin to imagine doing it in front of others. I feel myself flashing with ever increasing spirals of hotness as I think of how it would feel to display myself for this at his command in front of the eyes of those who wish to ruin me.
There’s something intoxicating about this.
“You’re such a good girl,” he praises. “And you’re going to be good for me whether you like it or not.”
He pushes his fingers inside me, three all at once stretching me open. I feel my pussy open for him, this lewd position becoming intensely more erotic by the moment.
I almost don’t recognize my brain right now. All the things I thought I knew about myself are changing fast and hard. As his fingers slide deeper and deeper inside me, I find my breath coming in shorter gasps. I close my eyes because I keep catching sight of myself reflected in various little shiny surfaces.
“So good,” he purrs, pulling his fingers out slowly almost to the tips and then sliding deep back inside.
I feel his other hand grip my hair and pull me up onto my hands and knees. His fingers slide into my mouth, and I taste myself. My arousal, my need, my shameful fucking submission to this process.
I thought it would be harder to give in, but he really is masterful. I can feel his dominance in the way he handles me, and I can also feel the sense of safety that suffuses my body as he makes me feel the ease with which he can deal with me.
“That’s right, lick my fingers, you sweet little animal,” he growls. “Can you taste how much you like this? How much you need it?”
I can. That’s the crazy part. I can taste myself, my need—and it is need.
A revelation is unfurling in my mind. I would never have realized it had I not been forced into this desperate situation, but… I love this. For the first time in my adult life, I feel a sense of safety that was ripped away years ago returning.
Jake won’t let me get away with anything. He is going to ensure my submission no matter what.
He slides his fingers from my mouth and kisses me sweetly.
“How do you feel?”
“Turned on,” I whisper a response, which feels like a confession.
“I know,” he says, kissing me again. “You’re absolutely soaked, knowing that this is how your life is going to be from now on. You’re going to get in position when I order it, and you’re going to have your sweet little pussy fucked when I want it, too. Aren’t you?”
I hesitate to respond, which earns me a swift slap to my ass. “Aren’t you, Alice?”
“Yes,” I whisper.
“Yes, sir,” he corrects me. “And you can say that louder, too.”
“Yes, sir,” I murmur.
“I’m going to fuck you,” he says. “On the floor, in your chains, I’m going to fuck you until you know you’re mine. You’re going to understand, Alice, your world has changed forever.”
He moves around behind me, and I feel his cock against my lower lips.
“Head down,” he instructs. “Ass nice and high, that’s right, present your holes to me. You don’t get this cock inside you until you obey.”
I let out a soft whimper as I feel myself responding to his dominance. I want him inside me. I want this fire to be fed and satisfied. My clit is pulsing with need as I drip for him.
His cock pushes into me, slowly and deliberately. I feel my inner walls spread for him, my tightness turning into internal submission as I become his in a truly physical sense.
It’s not the first time we’ve had sex. It’s not the first time he’s fucked me, or claimed me. But it is the first time I have submitted so deeply, the first time all the resistance I usually have has entirely deserted me.
As he fucks me, I melt into the carpet. I let his hands, clamped tightly on my hips, guide me back on his cock. He goes as deep as possible, filling me all the way up, giving me the most complete sensation of being filled and taken.
“This is how it is going to be,” he says. “You’re going to find yourself bent over and filled for me time and time again.”
As he tells me what he’s going to do to me, while he does it to me, I feel myself just sort of melting away. Pleasure is suffusing me, making my thoughts slow almost to a complete stand-still.
Suddenly, I am back in my body as something cool drops onto my bottom hole. He’s rubbing something against my ass, something hard and intrusive. Something that finds the ring of muscle that keeps my butt nice and safe from the outside world, and penetrates me.
“Easy,” he purrs as I arch my back away from it. “Get that pussy back on my cock. There’s a good girl.”
He fills me up again, and once again, I start feeling that toy, that plug, pushing into my ass. I’ve heard of butt plugs, of course I have. Have I ever used one? No. Of course not.
But one is using me now.
I feel smooth metal sliding into me, spreading my butt and then taking up residence inside me, the flared base sitting against my flesh. The extra sensation adds another layer to the sexual experience, pushing me over the edge. I can no longer simply stay still and be fucked. I wriggle and writhe and I buck in his hands as my body demands orgasm.
“You like that, huh?” I hear his chuckle behind me. “Settle down, you’re not coming yet. You’re going to take a load of my seed first. I want you good and soaked, and filled up before I let your hungry little cunt get what she wants…”
He talks to me in such a filthy way, but the plug in my butt makes it impossible for me to submit as easily as I did before. He keeps fucking me, and I keep writhing like a wild animal caught by a hunter until finally I hear him roar, the deep breathy grunts of his arousal turning into a beast-like declaration of orgasm.
I feel him filling me, his cum drenching my bare pussy in spurt after spurt of desire. I want to come, but he’s keeping my clit from getting the pressure it so badly needs. Instead, he holds me impaled on his cock and lets me squirm as his dick pulses and feeds those last drops of his cum into my pussy.
“I wanna come,” I whimper.
“Of course you do, you spoiled little brat,” he says. He picks me up and lays me down on the bed, dripping his seed. The softness of the coverlet feels like a luxury as he spreads my legs.
I feel his tongue lapping at me, cleaning me up with tender strokes of his hot tongue.
The plug is still in my ass, orgasm is still a distant desire. This oral pleasuring feels good, but it is deliberately calculated to continue keeping me on the edge…
“Please,” I moan. “Please… give me… let me… please…”
He takes hold of the end of the plug and begins to toy with it against my ass, pushing in and out lightly, not actually removing it, but fucking me with it regardless. Every part of my body is so incredibly sensitive in this moment, and the way my ass feels is driving me toward the climax I am so desperate to reach.
“Come like this,” he says. “Come with your wet, cum-filled pussy dripping my seed while I fuck your hot little ass with this plug.”
I come as he growls those words, orgasm ripping through me. My scream feels as though it is penetrating the walls. I grab the pillow and yank it to me, burying my face in it as the energy he has stirred up in me reaches a peak where it can no longer be contained or dammed and instead floods me until I am left lying on the bed, completely calm and relaxed and satisfied.
“Good girl,” Jake praises me. Next thing I know, he is holding me close, snuggling me tight, kissing my forehead and temples and showering me with praise.
“Such a good girl,” he growls. “Such a very, very good girl. You’re more trainable than you think, Alice.”
I curl up against him, feeling the hot, hard lines of his body as a comforting shelter. He hasn’t just made me come. He’s made me feel safe for the first time in a long time.