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Gym Rats Make Great Pets. (Closed for DarkWarrioress)

Fear, confusion, arousal, and a fire the likes of which could burn me blazed silently in your eyes.

I remained undeterred, slowly building a fire inside you that could rival the one in your eyes, and I took my time while doing it. Teasing your tender thighs and wanton portal with my fingertips, slowly alternating between the devilish nips that had you flinching and jumping and the more sensual strokes of my tongue as it returned to your eager pussy time and time again. Your petals parted easily as I pressed inside with just my questing tongue, this time it was the pad of my forefinger strumming your taut little clit like a fine stringed instrument. I could feel every buck, every twitch, every subconscious rolling of your young, brazen hips as you half tried to escape me, half invited further provocation against your will.

Finally the moment I was waiting for came as I watched intently. Every soft gasp and squeak of sound brought me delight, I reveled in a release that I knew I wanted far more than you did. And better still, I did everything I could to prolong the sensation for you. The torment was never ending as you thrashed about me, riding you wetly across every buck and twist of your perfect body. I was only getting started. This would be the first climax of many you felt tonight before I even thought of taking my own garments off. You were going to cum for me over and over, both full body wracking and brain shuddering orgasms and all the tiny, delicious little aftershocks that came after them. Not because you wanted to. But because you were mine and I desired it. Never in my life had I desired to taste a woman like this, but right now I was having the time of my life teasing you from one height to another.

When playing with your dripping pussy became too easy, I simply slid a hand up your glistening body to lift the t-shirt I had still let you wear.

"I've heard that the smaller the breasts, the more sensitive they are. I wonder if that's true."

And the torment began anew as a brand new hell of kisses, nibbles, nips and sucklings were visited upon your bound flesh. Not one to let you feel completely abandoned, I made sure to keep one hand firmly on your pretty little pussy. For the first time, I tried sliding a single digit past your dripping gates and into the tightness beyond.

"You're beautiful when you cum, Faith. You're going to be doing that a whole lot moving forward."

As if to punctuate my words, my thumb grinds firmly against your clit, mashing it roughly even as I stir you from the inside. I could taste your sweat as I trapped a hardened nipple in my teeth and bit down slightly, just enough to sting sharply before releasing you to the much more soothing texture of my tongue. At the very least I could tell myself that I could have this effect on you without the need of the drugs Jeremy had offered. The fact that you had weathered the storm as well as you had spoke volumes of the woman I had chosen. It only made me desire you more.

Only hours later, when your breath finally came in ragged gasps and every inch of your alabaster skin shimmered with a sheen of sweat did I ever think of letting up on you. You looked so fragile, wild eyed and trembling, no doubt wondering where your next orgasm was coming from, and how I intended to inflict it on you.

Shaky hands, slightly tired from constantly having to hold you down and accept your next big climax, reached for you then. I could see your eyes refocus on me momentarily as fingertips slipped through your downy hair. You were so soft, even when damp. For long seconds I fumbled with the leather strap at the back of your pretty head, feeling it loosen further and further before finally the black ball fell away from your delectably full lips.

Sliding away from you, it would have been ok for you to think your ordeal was over. But I think you're smarter than that. Confirmation of as much could be found in your eyes as I backed off enough to stand up....and finally, with dramatic slowness....reach for the belt holding up my pants.

It was similar to the one I had just worked to free your mouth.

And it came undone in half the time.
 
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A fine sheen of sweat had built on my body since you began all this. How was it possible that you could make my body respond to you even though I felt differently about it all and how long had you been at this? I could feel the wetness at the apex of my thighs, felt it coat my inner thighs as well. What the hell? You took my body to the cutting edge of release and my body just couldn't do it again. It had become far too painful to achieve anything. Yet, you repeated the exercise over and over until my body wanted to scream. Slow or in the fast lane, you were driving my body and I hated it. It was mine, not yours, to control... or so I had so naively thought. Still, my body had been pushed to its ultimate limit. It can't. It. Just. Can't.

"I've heard that the smaller the breasts, the more sensitive they are. I wonder if that's true."

Your words sent frightening shivers down my spine. What were you going to torment me with now? It didn’t take me long to find out. Your teeth captured a nipple and bit down. Your finger was invading my core, your thumb was abusing my clit and my body arched as pain lanced through me from your teeth. My tensed body instinctively relaxed as you released my nipple, but then your tongue soothed it. This wasn’t fair! Why was this happening to me?

How long had you been at this? Don’t you require sleep? What are you, some incubus sent to torture me? I didn’t know how much more I could take. Everything was in hypersensitivity. From the internal muscles of my pussy to my clit. My eyes were glazed over. Then finally! Finally you released me from the gag in my mouth.

My jaw worked back and forth, trying to find some relief from the imprisonment it had been forced into.

“What. The. Hell. Tyler.”

The words came faster as the muscles in my jaw loosened.

“Why are you doing this?”

I looked down at my body. I could see my nipples (and even felt them) were hard as pebbles. Looking down at my legs, spread widely apart, at your continued insistence, I could see the moisture glistening on my inner thighs. Evidence that showed me how traitorous my body had been.

I am thankful when I watch you back off and stand up. I just know this isn’t the end of your torment. My eyes follow your hands as they reach for your belt. Oh… no… not that. My eyes shifted from the hand at your belt, back to your face. I don’t know what I was trying to decipher there. Apprehension filled me. I knew. I knew exactly what you intended. I prayed that I was wrong, but it was a prayer of futility. My mind retreated as I contemplated the complexity of my feelings.
 
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“What. The. Hell. Tyler. Why are you doing this?"

My heart sang just a little upon hearing your voice, as hoarse as it was. I could hardly blame you, seeing as you're going through particularly trying cimes currently. I knew I held your attention the moment my hands went to my belt. My eyes never leaving you as I drank in every expression, even when you shrank away from me. I didn't feel hurt at all, even as I let my slacks fall to my ankles. Of course you didn't experience anything other than negative emotions when you looked at me. Those would have to be taught to you a little at a time, patiently, just as I had been teaching you the wonders of your own body.

"Because somebody has to."

Sure, I could blame Melissa. I could tell you about the private conversations I've had with her and her father over the last couple of weeks. I probably still would play the video I had been sent and make you watch it. You would no doubt disbelieve every single word I said about your closest friends and how they really felt about you. I could do all of this and more right this moment to answer your question. But I won't. Not when I know why I'm really doing this.

"Because I have to. Because I want you and I don't want anyone else to have you."

I step out of the pool of cloth at my feet, easily shrugging out of my shirt to toss it in a rumpled heap a far corner of the room. But it's not my briefs that I reach for next. With a slow, languid motion, I reach behind me to return with the stubby looking wire cutters. I watch you carefully as I reach for your heavily chafed wrists. If I don't do something about this binding of yours soon, I'm afraid you might actually hurt yourself. I'm not entirely certain that if you did, it wouldn't be intentional.

With a sharp click, the thick plastic gave way, and your arms were yours once more. That was all the freedom I was going to allow you, and only because it made it more fun this way. As you struggle to regain the feeling of your deadened nerves, I finally accomplish my other goal of divesting myself of my clothing. A soft groan could be heard throughout the spacious bedroom as I felt my hard, tortured cock spring into view as if knowing that its turn had finally come. The room was thick with the smell of sex. Your sex. And its effect on me was now clearly in view.

"Submit to me, Faith. Or I'll make you submit."

I already knew what you're answer would be, moving towards you as I was. The struggle was one once more as your tiny frame thrashed and bent against mine, sometimes against my will, sometimes against yours. A battle of dominance that only one of us could hope to win. Again and again, your flailing body beat me as I feel each blow from hand and foot, even bleeding in places where you bit me in a desperate attempt to get away.
It was demanding work, trying to once more capture your wrists with my own, pinning first one then the other above your head, drawing your chest tight until your all ready smallish tits seemed to nearly disappear. From there it was more strain, slowly prying apart your tender thighs once more, slowly driving a knee between them as you twisted and struggled against me. As I finally felt your tired muscles starting to give up, I leaned forward, plunging my tongue past your gasping lips to claim this part of you as my own too. I did my best to not be too rough, even releasing you when you inevitably fought back.

My cock had been trapped between us for a while now, and an eager thrust of my hips reminded me of just how good it felt. I had waited far too long, but it had been worth it to see you dancing in the palm of my hand, even more so on my tongue. A memory I would never forget. But now it was time to make new memories. Slowly, I rocked my hips against you, not content to just let my aching lust slide across your belly. Pulling back far enough that it slid away from you, away and downward, I nudge forward again.

A childish game of hide and seek with no hand to guide me to your still dripping pussy. I can feel you twitch and hear your breath catch as a couple of times the swollen head of my thick cock just catches on your tight little entrance before dancing upward and away to lance teasingly across your sensitive button. It seems like an eternity, this time for both of us, hell even my breath is starting to pick up with excitement. With a soft moan, your nether lips begin to spread as I finally find purchase, easing forward just enough to prevent you from easily dislodging me again.

"You're so tight...."

I've no intention of ending this quickly, letting you feel the invasion of your pussy fully.

"Time for the little tomboy to become a woman."
 
"Because somebody has to."

My mouth gaped as you said those words.

“What do you mean, somebody has to?”

My eyes narrowed. There was a fire already brewing in my eyes and you want to add fuel to that fire? Are you nuts? It didn’t help matters any when you added.

"Because I have to. Because I want you and I don't want anyone else to have you."

“If anybody else has me, that isn’t your call, now is it?”

Even though my temper is flaring, I’m watching you disrobe with increasing panic. I mean, feral panic. You’re going to rape me.

"Submit to me, Faith. Or I'll make you submit."

With my hands free, I let the panic flow and consume me. I fight with everything I have, with everything I am.

“You’re an egotistical asshole, Tyler.”

I managed to pant that out even as my hands turn into claws, scratching you with a fury. My legs aren’t idle either. They kick out furiously, lashing at your person. It only makes me seethe more as one of your large hands manages to contain both my wrists and yanks them over my head. I test my captivity. Your hand is like hard steel. My only left option is to use my legs and don’t think I don’t. I draw them back and kick outward. If I get lucky, I might even catch you in the groin. There’s a grunt. It’s mine. You managed to get a knee between my thighs and I can’t dislodge it. I am frantic. I can feel your cock pressed between us and I know with a certainty where it’s going to go. The panic flares throughout my small body as you rock against me.

“No, no, no, no…”

I don’t scream, but my voice is hardly soft either. I feel you pull back and go forward again as the head of your cock is trying to find my opening. Helplessness. It turns a person into a defeatist. I realize that there isn’t anything I can do to stop you from this mission of yours. I still refuse to give up. The knob of your cock slips up and rubs against my battered clit, making my hips try to twist away from the forthcoming invasion into my body.

Then, there it is. slipping between my core’s lips. My brain goes blank. I can’t prevent this, can I? You’re inside me but not so seated that you’ve come across my hymen. Somewhere, in the back of my mind is the small fact that because of how active I am? That hymen may be torn, stretched or not even there any longer. I silently pray it’s the last.

"You're so tight...."

“Fuck you, Tyler.”

"Time for the little tomboy to become a woman."

I snorted in derision.

“You want to know something, Tyler? I was starting to like you. I was also starting to feel attracted to you. Why, I don’t know. Nobody has ever shown interest in me in just that way before. But now? Because of this? I wouldn’t pick you to be the one to instruct me about becoming a woman if you were the last man on Earth. Not after this. So, go fuck yourself.”

This had only one outcoming and I was bracing for it. I turned my head to the side and closed my eyes. You didn’t have the faintest clue about what made me tick or what turned me on. You could have, but your obsession with me killed all that. My muscles had weakened to the point that I couldn’t hold off the inevitable any longer. You had manacled my wrists as well. Sarcasm laced my voice.

“Go ahead, Tyler. Pop my cherry, for whatever it’s worth to you. I’m going to get out of here and when I do, you will rue this day. I swear it on all I hold holy. I may even kill you myself.”

Silent tears ran down my cheeks. I couldn’t have stopped them if I tried. I was beyond angry. I wept for my helplessness. I don’t know what my future holds, but I swear, I will rise above this sordid mess.
 
“You want to know something, Tyler? I was starting to like you. I was also starting to feel attracted to you. Why, I don’t know. Nobody has ever shown interest in me in just that way before. But now? Because of this? I wouldn’t pick you to be the one to instruct me about becoming a woman if you were the last man on Earth. Not after this. So, go fuck yourself.”

For a moment I paused, pressed firmly against the thin veil of your virginity as I listened to what you had to say. All of it.

"Wouldn't that have been nice," came my hushed reply, a slight tinge of sadness in the words.

"We could have dated, got to know each other better, had time to plan out a future together."

There was no duplicity in my voice. Just a hint of wistfulness for what could have been. That future would have been amazing. But it wasn't meant to be. Certainly not now with you pinned beneath me, my thick cock pulsing with arousal and aching to feel so much more of you. Surging forward I can feel the resistance keenly, feel the fleshy barrier give way, and suddenly I'm swallowed to the root by your clutching, spasming insides. I groan softly as I fill you completely, so much so that I know exactly what I've come in contact with when I feel my super sensitive cockhead brush against something at the end of my turgid stroke.

"But there's no time."

My head dipped low then, releasing your wrists as I nibbled at your shoulder and collarbone, knowing that I'm right there next to your ear where you can hear every soft pant and labored grunt as I start out slowly retreating from your firm grip on me, before returning to your depths with an equal amount of patience and care. Each time, my goal to give you that little kiss deep inside.

"Can you feel that, Faith?"

My voice is kept low, barely a whisper in your ear as I give your cervix a soft nudge again.

I brace myself for another rant of anger, hate, and futility. I keep my movements methodical, making damn sure you not only feel my bottoming out in your quivering grasp, but that you feel yourself slowly being spread apart with each deep penetration of my questing cock. You're not gagged anymore, and nothing would please me more than to force a moan from between your beautiful lips. Turning my head, I give the lobe of your ear a soft yet moist kiss. A firm hand sliding up your body once more, though this time I leave your already occupied sex alone, settling instead on your firm, toned belly.

"Just a drop."

I can feel your confusion for a moment that seemed to stretch for hours and I retreated and returned to you once again.

"You're going to make a wonderful mother, Faith."

I could feel you twitch then. I wasn't hiding my intent. If anything my own words spurred me on, as I ever so slowly picked up the pace a little.

"You spent so much work on this, and I'm going to make it swell."

I moan softly into your ear, my head dipping low to shower your pale flesh with kisses once more.

"Your tiny tits are going to fill with milk. I'm going to have to go bra shopping with you."

A soft shiver then as I let my fantasies run wild, through my fevered brain and out my mouth....

"Imagine yourself starting to show. How long will it before you notice it beneath that tight little leotard you wear for gymnastics? Your swimsuit won't hide the growing bulge either, will it?"

I surge forward again, pressing myself firmly against your depths.

"I'm going to breed you, Faith. As many times as it takes, though I wouldn't be upset if it happened right now. My virile cum, I have so much for you, and you're going to take it all like a good girl. I'm looking forward to watching you succumb."

By now, my pace had quickened, how could it not with such a hot and final goal in mind? Straightening up once more, my hands settled on your slender hips as I truly began fucking you. Swiveling my own hips, I did my best to make each lusty lunge of cock strike somewhere different inside you, stroking you insistently from the inside, each movement punctuated by that tender kiss to your womb at the end. No matter how my speed picked up, that remained gentle as I had no intention of battering down your inner gates and causing you pain. Unless of course, you gave me reason to.

In the end, I knew I wasn't going to last terribly long. The slow pace in the beginning had been just as much about not being a quick shot as it had been an attempt to excite your already over stimulated pussy once again. A soft moan echoes through the bedroom as I can feel you clamping down tightly around my swelling rod. Hovering over you, my strokes are coming fast and hard now as my own body and instincts take over.

"It won't be long now, Faith. I'm going to make sure to seed you properly. God, you're so tight, it's like you're milking me."

A strong shudder, and I can feel the boiling contents of my balls filling my shaft, it's length swelling inside you. Leaning hard over you, all I can hear is the colliding of our sweaty bodies as you meet each sex crazed thrust.

I can feel you almost tucked into my embrace, my arms wrapping about you in a twisted show of support and affection even as the damning moment comes in a rush, as my tormented cock spews its molten core violently against your own and in many more bursts than even I thought possible. My groan is one of blissful torture as I feel myself empty completely into you, gushing about my stilled length as it presses insistently against the gates of your sacred garden. I can almost feel a little flowing back out of you already, but I care very little about mess that might be made tonight.

"Take it, Faith. Let it happen."

The barest of whispers in your ear, the echoes of my lust for you still dripping with desire and intent.
 
I could see that words had some sort of effect on you. Maybe? Maybe you were going to withdraw from this madness? I could only hope. Then came your words. In them, I heard a whisper of regret, perhaps? A hint of sadness? And before I could say anything to sway you, your hips surged forward and pierced the barrier within me. My body arched off the bed as there was this piercing pain throughout my abdomen. Tears filled my eyes as I bit down on my lip hard enough to draw blood. My body had already betrayed me, but I refused to let my voice do so.

“But there’s no time.”

Your words filled my ear, but I barely heard them. My hands, now free beat against you, your head, your shoulders, any part of you I could reach.

“Can you feel that, Faith?”

No, you fuckhead, feel what? What do you want me to feel because----- GAH! I wanted to scream. I don’t know what you just prodded against, but that hurt me too. My hips twisted under you, trying to throw you off me. Each time your cock went deeper, you were stretching me open. Everything ached. Everything burned from the inside.

“Just a drop,”

I went still. What were you talking about?

“You’re going to make a wonderful mother, Faith.”

The words made my blood run cold. Incredulousness laced with disbelief filled my eyes. Horror raced through me and I’m sure it had a representation in my eyes well.

“What did you just say?”

Surely you didn’t mean? You wouldn’t? Would you?

“Take it, Faith. Let it happen.”

Your words finally registered in my brain. The look in your eyes was real.

No. No. NO.

I started to fight for all I was worth, trying to throw you off and out of my body before you could inflict the damage you were seeking to do. Why? Why would you do this? I was fast finding out that dislodging you was an act of futility, yet, I couldn’t just give up. I couldn’t just lie here and let you achieve your goal, especially since it wasn’t shared. I shoved against your shoulders, putting every last ounce of strength I had into the action.

“Get. Off. Me.”
 
“Get. Off. Me.”

I'm sure I will be sore as hell in the morning, just as sure as I am that you will be too. Slowly, I retreated, not missing the small rivulet of pearlescence as my still rock hard manhood slipped from your delicious pussy. I was far from satisfied, certainly not having you fight me every step of the way. I could tell I was bruised in several spots, mostly my chest where you had flailed against me. Standing up, I never took my eyes off of you for more than a moment. For a moment, I thought of going straight into round two, the feel of your silky tightness still fresh in my mind and bringing a sudden throb to my cock and a flood of desire for you to my brain once more. That and nothing could be lost by flooding you with my thick cream a second time, right?

But I was far too tired for that as much as I wanted to deny the fact. You were everything I had expected, a spitfire that had fought me every step of the way. A part of me still thrilled in your loss. With time, your body would submit to me, hopefully your mind as well.

But that would take time. For now, I have you. For now, I can protect you from others who would be less likely to be gentle and almost certainly wouldn't care. Not that you were seeing that side of me right now anyway. You wouldn't for awhile, I imagined. I had so much to show you, so much to talk to you about, and both excited me endlessly. But now was not the time. Now was the time for making sure there was a tomorrow. Now was a time for setting boundaries and helping you learn your new place here by my side.

The sharp sound of cloth being shorn filled the room. My walk in closet was nearest the foot of the bed, and I knew exactly what I was looking for. Early on when I had discovered just how much money I had, I possessed a single minded desire to at least look presentable. I care a lot less about what my so called peers think of me now, but I still keep a few nice silk shirts on hand for when formal needed to meet comfortable. Right now, I was in the process of destroying one, the someone dull edges of the wire cutter just sharp enough to help rend the expensive fabric.

I looked forward to a good night's sleep. I would even let you have my bed tonight, alone, to have your thoughts to yourself. I hadn't slept on the couch since I bought this place, but there was always a first time. What I couldn't abide....was you taking the chance to make a run for it.

I loomed over you then, silken bondage very much in mind, and the fear of losing you giving me just enough strength to enact it. First those legs, by and far the more dangerous of your limbs. I'd been kicked enough times tonight to know just how much more they hurt than your arms when they get to flailing. At least you can take solace in the fact that I'm pressing your thighs together this time instead of trying to spread them wide apart. There's little room for mercy as I cinch the silk around your already sore ankles and knot it tightly. The harsh reddened skin of where the zip tie had been provided ample direction as to where to bind you and provided the best reduction of your mobility. Hopefully, I thought, you'd at least find silk softer against your flesh than that hard black plastic.....

Your wrists were next. I knew the second you started struggling that you were tired too. Hopefully, you would get some good rest, though I doubt I would. I would have one ear open until the sun's earliest rays, After all I knew I had done to you this evening, it was all or nothing for me. I couldn't possibly even think of letting you go. A sharp glance brought me the sight of your discarded panties, still crumpled in a ball with the tight little boy shorts you had worn with them. You wouldn't be needing them, instead I reached for you again, sliding underneath you to gently lift you up before suggestively sliding a pillow underneath the small of your back. A soft, knowing smile, and I lean forward to softly kiss your nose.

"I'm not going to gag you, Faith. Call for help all you want in fact. There's nobody to hear you, and the one who can doesn't care. I'll see you in the morning."

I give the tip of your nose a soft kiss as I straighten up and move slowly towards the door.

"I'm looking forward to it."
 
I could feel your seed slipping out of me and coating my inner thighs. My eyes, tired as I was, tracked you as you donned your pants and headed for what I assumed was your closet. There was a moment when I might have been able to flee the bed and make it to the door. Could I have escaped this room by the time you returned from your closet? I eyed the door, then the closet. No. I suspect you would have caught me before I even made it to the door and then what? Another round of you trying to show me who was in control here? As much as it pained me, I stayed put. Annnnd, maybe I shouldn’t have. I hear the sound of tearing cloth and wondered what you were up to. It didn’t take long for me to find out.


“Nooooo. Please don’t. I swear I won’t try to escape, just don’t tie me up again.”

I winced as you tied my feet together at the ankles. They must be raw from the zip ties of before. Feebly, I tried to kick at you, but to no avail. It wasn ‘t that I didn ‘t want to get away from you, I did. I hurt. I ached. I was tired, so tired and so too were my muscles apparently.

There’d be another time. Another chance. At least he was tying me up with some silk material instead of zip tying me, thank the universe for small mercies. With my legs hobbled, what sense did it make to fight you when it comes to tying my hands? I simply turned my face away from you. Still, I knew it was a half-hearted struggle. I couldn’t just lie here passively. That’s not me. That’s not my nature.

At first, I didn’t understand why you put a pillow under me. It took me awhile to figure it out. You want to add some insurance that your seed would find a way into my womb. Damn you. There was nothing I could do to stop you. When you leaned forward to kiss my nose, I winced and sunk my head further back into the pillow beneath it. There was no way I could prevent you from kissing my nose, however. Such a tender gesture from a man who had just deprived me of my virginity and raped me. You’re a conundrum, that’s for sure. Apparently, you are not joining me in this bed tonight. Thank the Universe for small mercies. Well, that and the fact you are not gagging me.

Morning. I never dreaded anything more. The possibilities ahead of me were not something I looked forward to. How long were you going to keep this up? I got to thinking about my monthly flow and breathed a soft sigh of relief. I knew I wasn’t fertile. Not yet. I should probably get some sleep to replenish my strength. I made my eyes close and tried breathing deeply. In and out. Repeat. My tense muscles were starting to relax. My heart rate was going back to its normal rhythm. I was bound. My hips slightly elevated. I tried not to think about that as I let sleep carry me away from this nightmare.

Then, my eyes flew open. DAMMIT! Now I needed to pee. FML. My mouth opened to shout at my jailer.

“TYLER!”

My words bounced off the walls. No reply.

“TYLER! I NEED TO PEE, DAMMIT. UNLESS YOU WANT ME TO PEE YOUR BED.”

I hoped you could hear me. My thighs tightened against each other as I willed myself to have a bit more control over the natural phenomenon.

“TYLER!!!”
 
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I ached.

Pretty much all over. The evening's physicality was starting to remind me of a hellish workout. One in which I completely overdid myself and let rationality into the wind. Yet that ache had actually provided a small blessing. Despite my intentions and indeed, my better judgement, instead of dutifully keeping some small semblance of awareness in case you tried to stage an escape I found myself in the midst of snoring when the silence in the house split with the volume of a megaphone.

“TYLER! I NEED TO PEE, DAMMIT. UNLESS YOU WANT ME TO PEE YOUR BED.”

Groaning, I rose from the none too comfortable couch to stumble blurry eyed back to my bedroom. Waterworks weren't my thing, and I'd appreciate it very much if you didn't piss in my bed. Silently, I reached for the door I knew you lay behind, bracing myself just a little. It was too much to ask that my body not show you once again the spell of arousal just looking at you would cast upon it. And I wasn't wearing a stitch more of clothing than when I had departed from you just a little while ago. That got me to thinking. Just how long had it been since I'd left you to go lay down? Did it really matter?

The door opened and there you were, trussed up nicely and squirming deliciously before my eyes as you struggled to keep your dignity against your body's newest physiological attack. I still felt sluggish, but silently I approached, reaching down to scoop you into your second princess carry of the night. I continued to marvel just how light you were in my arms as the bedroom slowly retreated into the background. The bathroom was just around the corner so it wouldn't be long and I was depositing you gently on your pert little rump atop the toilet.

"Sorry. I forgot you might need to go."

I might have just taken you against your will, but I wasn't so depraved that I needed to watch you relieve yourself. Silently, the door closed behind me as I gave you the privacy you needed for now. I would be back in a few minutes to check on you as well as clean you up.

When I did return, I was slightly more aware of my surroundings, and of the look in your eye as I moved back towards you. I refrained from speaking for the moment as I reached for the toilet paper before sliding it deftly between the apex of your thighs, dabbing softly but thoroughly.

"There we go. Now you should be able to get some good rest."

The return trip was as careful as the one in which I had brought you here, until you were softly placed back on the bed.

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Sunlight filtered through the shades over my windows as it felt like morning had come early. I had things to do, so even though I still felt somewhat tired and achy, I'd better get to them. The first of which involved breakfast. Frying eggs and bacon naked didn't seem like one of my brighter ideas, but well, you were in my bedroom where my change of clothes were at and I didn't want to wake you up just now. Protein seemed a must for a sexy little swimmer gymnast and I had to make sure you got the proper diet at least.

And so I searched the drawers of my kitchen until I at least found a funny apron that I thought would be amusing to wear the next time I grilled. I never had the chance or inclination to grill out with my current neighbor, so it had sat here unused since I'd moved in. Now, I was grateful for the protection, Grease burns on my more sensitive bits wouldn't have improved my morning at all.

A little under a half hour later, the door to the bedroom cracked slightly as I slipped in, plate in hand.

"Time for breakfast, Faith."

Placing the warm plate atop my dresser, my fingers drifted across the fine contours of your body, starting at your ankles and softly drifting up one side. Cupping your sharp chin, I leaned forward just enough to give you a firm kiss, and not on your nose this time. The taste of your lips was incredible as I let my tongue flick across them just briefly before pulling away.

"I'm sure you're hungry."

So was I, though I had already eaten. A fact made known to the both of us by the rigid pole protruding from my hips. But I wasn't here to violate you again, no matter how much I desired to feel you take me inside of your shuddering body once more. In fact, I sought to calm you just a little by starting to get dressed once more, at least my lower half. Reaching for the plate, I poised a crisp length of bacon beneath your nose to tease it against the thin lips I had just taken.

"It's going to be a busy day. You should at least face it with a full stomach."
 
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How much more embarrassing was this going to get? Dammit. You answered my call so I guess I have to be thankful for that. I really didn’t want to wet the bed. I wasn’t expecting you to pick me up and depositing me on the toilet with my hands and feet still tied. What was I going to do? You were standing right there. I couldn’t get past you if I tried. I swear my face and my chest must be a bright red by now as you took the toilet paper and cleaned me up. I simply refused to look at you after that. I was thanking heaven that you gently set me back on the bed. Just go away now, Tyler. Just go away. The helplessness of my situation burnt into my brain. I turned myself on my side and tried to sleep. At least there, I was free to roam and helplessness wasn’t an issue.


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"Time for breakfast, Faith."

I groaned and curled up tighter. This wasn’t a dream as much as I wished it had been. I flinched as your finger roamed up my body. I shuddered as I felt your lips against mine, felt your tongue flicker out to taste them.

"I'm sure you're hungry."

“No, I’m not. Go away, Tyler,” I grumbled.

My stomach said otherwise as it rumbled. Fuck. My eyes shot open at the smell of bacon. Damn you to hell, Tyler. Disregarding my feelings, my lips parted and I snagged the piece of bacon you held under my nose. My eyes closed as I chewed.

"It's going to be a busy day. You should at least face it with a full stomach."

My eyes shot open and up to your face as I chewed quickly.

“What do you mean? What’s happening today?”

I was afraid of the answer, especially after last night. I felt hot and sticky and I’m wondering if you were going to let me have a shower or maybe a bath. Oh god, a bath sounded so good right about now.

“Can I have a shower at least?”

I glared into your eyes. I was ready to argue with you, but just then my stomach rumbled again, reminding me it was still hungry. Well, fuck.
 
“What do you mean? What’s happening today?”

I allowed for a long moment of silence, pressing fork to plate and shearing through yolk and white to present you with a steamy bite of egg to follow the bacon. At least your appetite seemed healthy enough. I watched with an honest smile as it disappeared between ravenous lips.

"I've got to start remodeling. A new room for a new live in guest."

I had a pretty good idea how you would react to that. You're a smart girl after all. Already in the process of corralling your next bite, I kept my voice low and calm.

"You're pretty popular you know. And pretty, popular girls tend to make enemies whether they know it or not."

I lean forward and press the fork against your lips once more, insistently now that I know that you're hungry.

"I want you to consider this, as you might not believe what I'm about to say, but it is the truth. I am not the one who attacked you and stuffed you in that box. I also didn't ask for it to happen, no matter what you think. Yes, I'm a creep who has fantasized about you from a distance for months but I don't actually have it in for you."

I look down at the plate momentarily, the memories of last night still fresh enough to make everything cringy. Yet I wouldn't change a thing honestly. If I would, now would be the time to just cut your bonds, let you go, and look forward to a long future of incarceration.

"Now I know you're not going to believe this, but right now, you're probably safer here. Definitely safer than you would be in your apartment. I have an extra room or two, so I'm going to start fixing it up for you. The basement I found you in is little more than a concrete tomb it's so empty, but it's sealed so I can start remodeling that as well. I've been thinking of a home gym for a while now.....I bet you'd like that....."

When our eyes finally met, some of the fire had returned to my visage as I returned your gaze instead of once more letting my gaze roam over your semi-naked form.

"Either way, you're mine now, Faith. I'll protect you from those who are after you even if you don't believe me. I hate it when things that are mine are taken from me."
 
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I listened even as you kept feeding me. I knew damn well that you knew I could feed myself but this was something else again. A lesson you wanted to teach me, perhaps? Each time that damn fork touched my lips, I opened them. I couldn’t deny that my stomach was insistent on nourishment.

Me? Popular? Pretty? I blinked and looked at you in astonishment. You actually talking about me? Have you even really looked at me? Okay. That was stupid, Faith. He’s seen you completely naked. And more. My eyes moved to look at some spot on your shoulder as I listened intently. Your next words washed over me and I began to think. Really think. If you weren’t responsible for putting me in that box, who was? And if all this hadn’t gone down the way it had, I’m not so sure I would have agreed that you were a creep. Not exactly. I might have even felt flattered. My mind washed back over the evens of the past twenty-four hours and I shook my head. Still no excuse for what you did to me. What you took from me.

"Either way, you're mine now, Faith. I'll protect you from those who are after you even if you don't believe me. I hate it when things that are mine are taken from me."

My gaze lifted from your shoulder to find your eyes and they locked. I’m still highly pissed to find myself in this situation and I can see you recognize that. Your talk about fixing up rooms and that cold basement of yours gives me hope. I’m not sure what kind of hope that is yet, but it’s hope. As for being yours? In your mind maybe. I’m still trying to figure you out, Tyler. I don’t know whether to believe you or not about being in danger. It’s possible I suppose, but from whom and for what reason?

“Are you finished feeding me now, Tyler? I’d like a bath or I’d even settle for a shower and are you going to undo these?”

I lift my arms to show my wrist bindings and glance toward my legs. Patches of skin in both places still blaze a bright red and look angry.
 
"A shower. Now doesn't that sound lovely."

Silently, I begin to grant your wish by slowly unknotting the silk at your ankles. Your usually pale skin tone is angry red, proof that even the much softer fabric could hold tight should you struggle or twist against it. Helping to steady you, I let you rise to your feet of your own accord, silently disappointed as gravity pulls your t-shirt back down over your pert supple breasts. From there, it's another simple traverse down the hallway to the bathroom next door. As I step out of the bedroom, I motion for you to start walking, fairly confident you could remember the way we took just a few hours ago. All I needed to do was place myself where I could easily block any exits and slowly following you, like a lost sheep I was corralling.

Only when we reached the bathroom moments later did I begin working on your silken bound wrists. The smell of last night's activities still clung to you and it was hard to concentrate. For a moment, I thought of joining you unbidden as I motioned towards the shower. Instead, I thought it might be better to leave that sort of thing as conditional. You would have to be trained to be obedient after all, though there was no telling how difficult that was going to be.

"Get in. Enjoy."

I stood there and waited, even putting the lid on the toilet seat down to wait and watch as you stripped the only clothes I'd allowed you to keep up until now away from your alluring frame. I could feel your tension, but I wasn't about to leave you alone to your own devices. I could care less if this humiliated you. In time, you'd get used to it. And in the grand scheme of things, this level of humiliation was nothing compared to what you had already endured.

"Get in, or I'll get in with you."

A part of me hoped you would resist. I strongly doubted I could keep myself from lusting after you once more should we find ourselves in such tight quarters. Especially when I could look back in my memories to know exactly how you looked shimmering wet from the pristine waters of the pool you frequented. I smiled then, not really caring if you were watching me. I would stay here as silent as a statue...so long as you obeyed and took your shower on my terms. In my mind's eye I was silently comparing what I had thought you looked like naked then.....and the glorious reality that had become last night, and now, the present.

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The rest of the waking hours was spent on Amazon it felt like. For the first time in ages, I had plenty I wanted to buy, and a desire to fill out my house. Just having you here made it feel so much less empty. I just wish I could tell you how much I appreciated that. A little home gym, just for the two of us. I could finally come up with an excuse to quit Planet Fitness, though it would probably be some time before I actually did. One of the two empty upstairs rooms could easily be outfitted into a little fitness center. Briefly I had entertained the thought of turning one of those rooms into your room, but what would the point of that be? We would be sleeping together at night very soon and I very much looked forward to sharing my bed with you.

The other purchases were made much more discreetly, the anonymous sort that like you, would have to be delivered directly to the basement. I wasn't a fool by any means, and I was absolutely certain that you would have to enjoy some more time in the basement before you could be expected to behave properly in the light of day.

All I had to do was get it ready for you.
 
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I didn’t have much choice and your threat to join me in the shower was enough to have me scrambling out of what I was wearing and into the shower. I closed the shower curtain and stepped under the heated water. A soft sigh of pleasure left my lips. The water felt heavenly. I found shampoo, conditioner and body wash easily enough. With one eye on the curtain, I started using those products. You were quiet. Still there, I knew, but quiet. Letting the water pour down on the center of my head, your earlier words came back to me. Who on earth would want to harm me? Could I believe you? So many worrisome thoughts romped through my mind as the water crested over my head and spilled down my body. I reached for the body wash and quickly scrubbed my body. I needed your scent out of my nostrils. It reminded me of what you did to me. What you stole from me like a thief. Maybe my virginity shouldn’t be such a big thing. Personally, I hadn’t given it any thought really. It wasn’t the loss of my virginity, but rather that you took away my right to choose. I hurried turned off the water and peeked around the curtain.

“A towel, please?”

Back in your bedroom, I marched into your closet, permission or not and rummaged around until I found one of your tee shirts and donned it. It fell to my knees and was better than nothing. I walked out of that closet defiant, my head held high. You took my clothes from me and I couldn’t just walk around your house stark naked. Amazingly enough, you didn’t retie my wrists or my feet, but I did notice how you positioned yourself.

Most of the day you spent on your laptop. I just sort of wandered around when the mood took me or I curled up on the couch. I think I even dozed off a time or two. My body was still exhausted from what all it had been put through. I was bored out of my mind. I was used to being constantly active. I had thought of scoping out the house to see what I could learn. It may help me escape at some point, but since you were watching me like a hawk, I nixed that idea. For now. Instead, I contemplated how to battle your possessiveness and the thought that you owned me? How did one person own another? Maybe a good whack on the back of your head would do the trick. I was curious, however.

“Tyler?”

When I had your attention, I pointed to your laptop.

“What have you been doing on your laptop all day?”
 
“Tyler?”

I looked up, finding a small hint of joy in the fact that you were speaking to me in tones other than pure vitriol. Your hate and anger seem to have subsided for the moment, though I could swear I caught you mapping out the layout of my home more than once. It would take more than one session with you to make you truly mine, of that I was sure. For now, I just had to make sure to be ready for that moment you decided to make your break for freedom. Your place was at my side now, though I was certain you weren't ready to admit that just yet.

“What have you been doing on your laptop all day?”

I couldn't hide my smile then. The kitten and the curiosity, how poetic.

"Would you like to see?"

It would be better to not keep secrets. I wanted your trust and eventually your loyalty too. Such things were not only built on training, but on trust. Slowly I turned the laptop to face you as you neared. I had three windows open, layered over each other. I started with the easiest to accept.

"As you can see, I'm day trading. I do it for a hobby, and as of late I've been doing well at it. But it's the kind of hobby that'll bite you in the ass if you walk away from it for any length of time. So I'm checking my investments and adding to as well as trimming my portfolio. Somebody told me recently that they were impressed by how diverse it was, and I'd like to keep it that way."

And keep it hard to crush, I thought to myself. Silently, I minimized the window, I didn't want to risk you getting bored after all.

And this, is Amazon Prime! I'm ordering gym equipment. I couldn't help but think that you might be getting bored here, and I know how much we both love to work out. I don't need you starting to miss the gym, so I decided to bring the gym to you. I've also ordered a wall mounted flat screen so we can watch whatever entertains while we do our daily reps."

It's the third window that I know will get the best reaction out of you, as Amazon minimizes to show a site titled Extremerestraints.com. Before your eyes are completely naked men and woman in various stages of bondage. Each window displaying everything from cuffs to full arm restraints, spreader bars, full bedroom gear meant to hold a person in various positions, collars, hoods, muzzles, gags very much like the one you had become used to already, rope, dungeon style restaints, and very detailed, descriptive and openly sexual furniture.

I watch your reaction carefully. For whatever reason, just looking at the website hasn't been particularly arousing. But the fact that I've been doing my damnedest to not picture you in some of the things I've already placed on my credit card assures me that good things truly do come to those who wait. Not that I'll have to wait long. I've paid for expedited shipping. A bed restraints kit, a hood with a padded blindfold, a padded thigh sling and a pink little collar with a kitten bell on it. And these were the things I came back a second time to order.
"We'll have to order you some new clothes eventually too. When that time comes, you can help pick them out. In fact, I'm looking forward to seeing what you choose."

A suddenly hungry gaze sweeps across you, but I contain myself. We both need a day off from physical duress, no matter how much I'd just love to lay claim to you right now, the living room carpet suddenly looking awfully soft.

"Of course, I'll have to ask you to wear that ball gag again. I'm not about to have you alerting anyone when these packages start arriving. But that's not until tomorrow. And by asking, I mean you will be wearing it. All trussed up and being a good girl like you should be."
 
My curiosity got the better of me. Of course, throw in boredom and well, maybe I should have thought before I spoke. In any case, I neared where you were sitting. I was on one hand amazed that you were willing to share and once I saw what you were muti-tasking with, appalled. Well, your day trading fascinated me. I would never have equated it with you and the consideration you showed while on your Prime account, all to help alleviate my boredom (though I suspect that’s not the only reason), touched me. I wasn’t about to admit that outloud though. It was the third tab and your words that had me backing up. I suppose once a perv, always a perv. I just wish that perviness wasn’t directed at me.

Your words sent a chill throughout my body. I had hoped you had tossed that damn ball gag, but apparently not and the idea of being tied up for the day was not my way of wishing to spend it. My eyes refocused on you.

“I’ll---I’ll be quiet. I promise. Just don’t make me wear that gag again,” I shuddered just thinking about it.

“I'll even stay in the room and be quiet all day. You won’t even know I’m there, I swear. Can’t you lock the room from the outside?”

The freedom I was feeling today, being allowed to roam the house, it was exhilarating. I certainly didn’t want to lose that. As much as I wanted to explore other areas of the house, they were out of your line of vision and I suspected that would be a no go for you. Although, for the moment, I was seriously still trying to figure out who would want to hurt me. If you were to be believed, I had no reason to think you were lying, someone was willing to hurt me and you felt this need to keep me safe. That was only one part of the equation, I realize.

I’m still not happy with this attitude of yours, that I somehow belong to you. Like…. I’m property or something. In this day and age? Are you fucking kidding me? You also mentioned something about clothing. That would be good. I’m not exactly happy that I’m wearing your tee shirt, but it beats walking around this house and you, naked. The damn thing smells like you. All. The. Damn. Time. I see enough of you to infuriate me; I don’t need to smell you all the time either. I am just a little worried though. After seeing that last tab on your laptop, just what kind of clothes do you want me to wear? Yeaaah. I’m just a bit concerned. I’m not some little sexpot.

Ugh! I threw myself into one the over-stuffed chairs in the room and regarded you from it. My mind keeps coming up blank, but I need to think of a plan for escaping. I watched you work on your laptop, the silence in the room was uncomfortable, at least for me.

“Let me ask you something. How are you planning on keeping me safe, Tyler? By keeping me locked up in this house as a virtual prisoner?”
 
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“I’ll---I’ll be quiet. I promise. Just don’t make me wear that gag again. I'll even stay in the room and be quiet all day. You won’t even know I’m there, I swear. Can’t you lock the room from the outside?”

I shook my head with a soft smile, "Now why would I want someone to lock me in my own bedroom?"

From there, my face took on a more thoughtful expression. I really shouldn't take a chance. I should truss you up like a Christmas goose until the worst risk is over. But as I remind myself once again....relationships are based on trust. And a relationship where you submit to my desires as easily as you seem to be doing right now is exactly what I want. If you misbehave, I can always punish you. I don't want to, but the option is always there. Besides....I know the one thing you don't. That the freedom that lies behind my front door isn't going to be as free or liberating as you no doubt think it's going to be. Melissa is waiting for you. Perhaps Ben too depending just how far that little slut has gotten him wrapped around her finger. For the first time I actually reflect on that dirty dvd and its contents. I wonder just how much of it my neighbor knows.

I watch you strut away from me, the shirt lifting just enough to tease me with the soft swell of your firm ass. I admire you silently just as I have since the day I first discovered you. Watching you walk away was one of my favorite things to do. With a soft huff, you flung yourself into one of my living room chairs. I can't help but snicker just a little in amusement and wonder if you would have chosen that one if you had known just a few days ago one of your gymnastics teammates was bent over that chair flashing her naughty bits after a brief stroking. I also wondered if you realized just how exposed you were, a men's shirt not exactly designed for coverage when one sits down sans pants.

“Let me ask you something. How are you planning on keeping me safe, Tyler? By keeping me locked up in this house as a virtual prisoner?”

I thought for a moment. There was a thousand ways to answer that question, and I was concerned most of them would alarm you, most of the ones that wouldn't do that would just upset you and probably cause you to rebel.

"For a time, yes. You'll be taken out of the eyes of the public, Faith. In doing so, your...enemies will no longer see you as a threat that needs to be dealt with. I'm sure after the other night you realize that they take you very seriously, yes?"

This time it's my turn to turn and look at you, and I make no attempt to hide my gaze as even now I drink in your lovely shape, delighting at how the thin fabric of my own shirt peaks slightly where I'm certain your nipples are. Just as certain that you're nowhere near as aroused as I had you last night. The smell of sex is gone, but instead you exude a lovely perfume of your own. You're not the only one to shiver ever so softly.

"You do realize how beautiful you are, don't you?"

The words come softly, but they are heartfelt. Even now, though I know you'd love nothing more than to reject my touch, I reach for you to softly run my fingertips through your bangs and down one cheek.

"Of course you don't. You don't even realize your own sexuality, and how it affects the others around you. Every delicious curve. It's not for everyone, you know.....I'm sure you've probably lived most of your life thinking men only liked women with huge racks. But that's not always the case, Faith. That's where you sell yourself short. I don't think there's another woman in this whole city that I'd rather have than you."

The soft caress has long since faded away as I let my hand drop silently to my side once more.

"And I will have you. Again and again and again. I'm going to make you realize how beautiful you are, how beautiful you could be, and how beautiful you will be."

And like that, I'm back in thought once more, this time pondering your original pleas.

"Very well, Faith. You will stay in my room tomorrow. Silent and unseen as you promised. Breaking that promise will result in you being punished, I hope you realize that. I hope it doesn't come to that."

Our eyes meet once more, and there is no mirth or amusement in my gaze this time.

"I'd much rather you be the docile and obedient good girl I know you can be. Show me you can be more than just an unruly tomboy."
 
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"For a time, yes. You'll be taken out of the eyes of the public, Faith. In doing so, your...enemies will no longer see you as a threat that needs to be dealt with. I'm sure after the other night you realize that they take you very seriously, yes?"

“But what about my studies? My gymnastics career? I know that whoever tossed me in that crate like a trussed-up turkey was serious, but you can’t protect me forever, Tyler.”

I’m still trying to work through my thoughts as to who would even consider me a threat of some kind? I’m just me. Nothing special.

"You do realize how beautiful you are, don't you? Of course you don't. You don't even realize your own sexuality, and how it affects the others around you. Every delicious curve. It's not for everyone, you know.....I'm sure you've probably lived most of your life thinking men only liked women with huge racks. But that's not always the case, Faith. That's where you sell yourself short. I don't think there's another woman in this whole city that I'd rather have than you."

Lost in the mire of my thoughts, my head suddenly jerks up and I stare at you for a good long moment. I come to an abrupt realization. You mean every single word you just said. You. You do. I also realize that not every man feels the way you do, that’s for sure. I’ve run into too many of them. I have heard the whispers as I walk by a group of them. Not one nice thing to say about the girl that has no boobs or shape.

"And I will have you. Again and again and again. I'm going to make you realize how beautiful you are, how beautiful you could be, and how beautiful you will be."

My eyes flee from your face and land on a wall, staring at it. I wonder if you can hear yourself. You sound insane. The majority of me recoils from you and any future plans you have for me. I don’t hate you, Tyler. I remember how nice you were to me before all this happened. My eyes come back to your face as you give me what I asked for. There’s this miniscule part of me that is curious what you’d do if I disobeyed you. The majority of me doesn’t want to know. Doesn’t want to challenge you. Not yet at least. You think me docile and obedient? My eyes lower to my lap. My hands pulling the front of the tee shirt down over my core. You probably should know I’m anything but that. I’m simply biding my time. Waiting for any opportunity and there has to be one. I have hope. I have faith.

“Thank you, Tyler.”

My voice is soft and grateful. That is no lie. The thought of being tied to the bed all day with a ball gag stuffed into my mouth is definitely unappealing. So, I’ll play this game with you. For now. I am curious about something.

“Tyler? Do you know who is behind me being tossed in that crate like a piece of garbage? You want trust between us? Then don’t lie or evade my question.”

I don’t know how I am going to feel if you deny me an honest answer. Hell, I don’t know how I’m going to feel if you tell me the truth. You took advantage of this situation to feed upon your perviness. You didn’t instigate what happened to me. Yet, somehow, for some reason, you feel the need to protect me. My head cants slightly as I regard you. There’s a softness in my eyes for your feelings of protection. I can admire that, if only you had kept your hands and your cock to yourself. No use crying over spilt milk, I suppose, but I have no idea where we go from here. You’re hell bent on keeping me here. You’re probably just as hell bent on fucking me as well, considering what you showed me on that web site you ordered from. It could have been worse, I know. Instead, you chose to force my body to respond to you. I guess I should be grateful for small mercies, but that still doesn’t excuse you. It doesn’t mean I forgive you either. I’m still extremely angry with you.
 
“Tyler? Do you know who is behind me being tossed in that crate like a piece of garbage? You want trust between us? Then don’t lie or evade my question.”

"Yes, I do."

The answer came swiftly along with a soft nod of my head. For a moment you had actually taken my breath away was you softly thanked me for not making you endure an entire day of bedroom bondage. As I answer you question, I can already tell that the answer is only going to make you more curious.

"You want to know, don't you?"

Should I though? The dvd was still loaded in my bedroom, it would be a simple thing to just back it up to the beginning and hit play. Maybe then, you'll understand the scope of what is going on around you, and has been going on unnoticed by you for months now. Silently, I crook a finger at you as soon as you nod your affirmation. I'm not sure you're going to follow me to the bedroom considering what happened in there last night. For the moment, I've forgotten that I'm the one leading and not following. This would be the perfect moment to make a break for the front door.

"Sit."

I motion to the edge of the bed, barely looking at you. I reach for the empty paper jacket I had found on my pillow, turning to hand it to you and watch your reaction as you no doubt take in the simple words WATCH ME written on its surface.

"Brace yourself, you're not going to like this."

It wasn't a threat. It might have been sympathy, I'm not sure. All I know is that right now, if I was in the same position you were in, I would be dreading what might be coming next. Silently, I turned on the bedroom tv and hit play. A few minutes later, and you were treated to the sight of your apartment roommates engaged in passionate, provocative sex with the boys you usually hang out with. Just as I remembered, the familiar voice as the camera zooms in as the slutty little cock riding redhead is warned to pull her partner out and instead slams her hips down onto a gushing creaming of her steamy pussy. The jumbled rush to get to your other roommate just to zoom in as she is similarly inseminated during an ear piercing orgasm.

"Poor girl. He didn't even give you a choice. Not that you would have changed a thing anyway, now would you?"

I watched, waiting for your reaction as the camera turned finally to reveal Melissa Schwartz, Ben already sidling in behind her to join in on the evening's revelry. She took the time to actually encourage him, reaching behind her with her free hand to part her cheeks as he drew closer. Then the coitus truly began, with Melissa doing her best to speak between hard thrusts and making no attempt to hide the fact that she was enjoying this.

"If you were wondering. The two girls you saw before? Those are Faith's roommates. We'll be taking real good care of them for the rest of the night. Oh, and this was taken in advance, so even if you left now there is no saving them. They probably won't remember a thing when they wake up, so I'm sure some questions will be asked when they start getting sick in the morning about a month from now. But that doesn't concern you, now does it?"

"All you need to know is that Faith doesn't have a home to come back to now. These girls will be dropping out of school soon enough. I'd encourage you to make sure she does the same. Feel free to let her see this video if you really want to take a run at breaking her. Oh, and I should let you know one more thing before I go."

I could almost feel the silence as it weighed heavily in my bedroom. I knew what was coming, so all I could do was watch you absorb all that I had just an evening ago.

"This isn't your present, dumbass. We left that for you in the basement. Have a nice evening!"

Black screen. Silence. I could feel your eyes on me now. I could almost feel some level of your anguish.

"I used to shower with them at the gym. They were always making bets about who was going to get to fuck you first. You'd be surprised how graphic some of the conversations got. I'm betting that bitch just told them that they didn't have to wait any longer."

Maybe I should have shut up, or maybe I should have been more empathetic. But the fact of the matter remained that I had gotten exactly what I wanted out of this, though I certainly wouldn't be saying that out loud.
 
I had given it a brief thought. Escaping when he got up and headed toward the bedroom, but my curiosity got the better of me. I followed. I didn’t say a word, just sat at the edge of the bed where you pointed to.

"Brace yourself, you're not going to like this."

Now, that sounded ominous. I could feel the muscles in my shoulders tighten. Hell, I could feel my whole back lock up as sudden unknown tension filled me. The atmosphere in the bedroom suddenly filled stifling and I’m not sure why. My eyes track you as you turn on the tv and turn on the dvd player. My eyes widened as I recognized the people on the dvd playing in front of me. My fists clench in the comforter on the bed. My mouth goes dry, but I am still silent as I watch this all play out in front of me. Anger. Disbelief. Disappointment. Hurt. It all fills me and I don’t know what to make of it or even how to feel.

Melissa Schwartz. Why had I not thought of her? I suppose it’s because I thought she was a decent human being. She isn’t. I’d call her a bitch for this but that word is too mild to describe her. Then there’s my friends. My so-called friends. Right there before my eyes, fucking these girls, having a grand ol’ time and not even wondering where I am or if I was okay. No, they’re too busy sticking their dicks in the willing pussies. Silent tears pour from my eyes and I don’t do anything to stop them. I am heartbroken. Ben hated Melissa, but I guess, a willing pussy is a willing pussy. Everything inside me wants to explode. I want to scream at the injustice of kit all and more than that? I want to kill Melissa. Seriously. She is responsible for what has happened to me and the people I cared about. She plotted this or had help doing so. I am beyond pissed. Beyond angry.

My petite frame slowly rocks on the edge of the bed as I stare at the now black screen. And then there’s Tyler. Yes, he took advantage of the situation. I’m going to have to work through that. His saving grace? He felt he was protecting me. Keeping me safe. How do I fault him for that? Where he is concerned? My mind is in a quandary. I can feel my blood pounding in my head. My heart is pounding so fast I think I might have a heart attack. My breathing is so rapid and some part of my mind knows that’s not good for me. I don’t know what’s reflected in my eyes as I lift them to seek out Tyler’s. I simply don’t care. I’m beyond feeling like a wounded animal. I want answers. Why did Melissa do this? To be mean and nasty? That maybe part of it. The girl thinks she is entitled. As much as I feel numb inside, my mind tells me it had to do with gymnastics. I knew she was jealous of the fact that as an upper classman, she felt she was entitled to be number one on the team. I also knew she wasn’t good enough. And was Tyler to be believed about the locker room gossip? Or was he simply trying to make himself look better? I don’t know. I. Don’t. Know. Tears are still falling from my eyes and a whimper of pain leaves my lips, like some wounded animal caught in a hunter’s trap. Why? Dear God, why? I’m nobody. I’m simply a girl who was minding her own business, doing what she loved. How did I deserve this? Who do I trust now? My stomach is in a knot. A huge one, it feels like. It’s a good thing I haven’t eaten anything since breakfast or I’d think I would be sick. I am sick. I can feel the stomach bile rising up and I hurriedly swallow a few times to get it to recede.

My eyes have since slid away from you and are boring a hole in the floor. I lick my lips, just once.

“Why, Tyler?”

My voice is just a mere whisper, barely heard, yet I know you heard it. Two words. Two words that hold a multitude of questions. Why me? What have I done to deserve this? And my friends? How do I reconcile this? I feel betrayed in the worst way.

I hurt so badly. I ache beyond thought or reason. At some point I know, anger will take root. Right now? I need to deal with this sense of betrayal and the hurt. Not to mention how I feel about me right now. It’s not good. I feel worthless. Empty. How do I come back from this? Right now, all I see is darkness. There is no light.
 
Feel free to let her see this video if you really want to take a run at breaking her.
Melissa's words only seemed to echo in my ears as I watch over you. I've made you cry several times over the last 24 hours, but this is the first time I've seen you truly looking miserable. I could see the despair refected in your eyes as you simply whisper why to me. Honestly, I can't even begin to pretend that I knew everything going through that little whore's mind or why exactly she's got her sights set on absolutely ruining you. But I can certainly share with you what she did admit to me.

"Jealousy, I suppose."

I didn't just suppose. I knew. I was just struggling more than I thought I would seeing you. Taking you last night was one thing. I could rationalize to myself that given time I can make it better, I can teach you to enjoy my attention, my love, my obsession with you. But not this time, this was someone else hurting you. In a way, it kinda pissed me off. Probably because I knew exactly how it felt to be betrayed by someone I cared for, someone I trusted.

I leaned forward slowly, unsurprised when my gentle touch across one shoulder caused a flinch. I didn't stop there however, as I collected you into my arms to pull you into a tight embrace. It was all I could do for you right now, at least until you calmed down a little. I just had to wait for you to realize that I wasn't doing this to ultimately take another run at you. Minutes could pass and the only thing that could be heard was our breathing, yours still shaky and distressed. Every so often I give you a tight little squeeze and a gentle kiss to the side of your tear-streaked face.

Beyond just being there for you, I refrain for now from speaking unless I'm spoken to. Now is not the time to tell you what Melissa really wants, though eventually you'll figure it out on your own from the video. Especially when your mind returns to the reality that the little orgy you just watched is designed to make your roommates drop out of school. Of course that's what Melissa wants most for your future too, an obstacle taken out of the way by simple nature. I don't doubt my own thoughts when it briefly occurs to me that she will probably smear your name across the university when it happens too. Yeah, that sounds like something that little vixen would do.

Some small part of me is surprised that Jeremy or Melissa hasn't paid me a visit yet to see how things went. That's when it occurred to me: they don't have to visit. All my nosy neighbor has to do is watch to see who comes and goes. From there, depending on state of mind and dress, it can be guessed just how well their vicious little plan went down. Just as it can be guessed easily should the days go by without seeing you at all. The only problem arises in the event you return to college and for whatever reason don't start displaying the results of our little tryst. From there I can see your whole life spiraling easily out of control. Granted, it's mostly out of your control anyway, but that didn't mean it was out of control of mine.

I'm not sure how long I was allowed to hold you, but I yielded easily enough at your first attempt to push me away.

"I know this is hard for you, but I wanted you to know that you don't have to face it alone."

I knew my words probably sounded pretty hollow. I was the man who forced himself on you just last evening. The man who took away your pride, your virginity, and your freedom. I knew my words were probably just going to be rejected when rational thought finally returned to you. But I had to say it. On some level I'd rather never be on again, I could sympathize with what you were going through. It was amazing what people would do for the sake of their own jealousy.....or money.....or any other number of motivating factors I'm sure I've never even considered.

"After all, if you just give up, you'll never get the chance to enjoy revenge."

And there it was. My real feelings on the matter. It was true that Melissa and her father had delivered you to me, and no small part of me was grateful to them for it. But that didn't mean that they didn't have to pay. Both of them. I haven't forgotten that Martin's first thought was to crush me long before he'd thought it wise to befriend me instead. And that slut daughter of his who seemed to bang anyone who would benefit her in the end could stand to take a good dose of her own medicine. Honestly, I'd been thinking about that little hellion since the day she tried offering herself to me. It was all too clear that was how she was used to getting things to go her way.

And I hate women like that the most.

But for now, I have a sexy, miserable, and yes....angry little tomboy still furious with me as well. I'll have to deal with those anger issues first. Even if it means redirecting them to others just as deserving.
 
The moment I felt your arms come around me, I did something unpredictable. I crawled up into your lap. My hand gripped the front of your shirt as I turned my face into your chest and bawled like my world had fallen apart and left me alone. For a moment or so, you became my solace. Not my captor. Your arms were my comfort in my time of need. The world around me faded as I cried. As I felt sorry for myself. It wouldn’t last, I knew that. I just wasn’t mad that way.

I knew now who was behind all this and I probably knew why. I had underestimated her. I knew she was mean, but this? Some of that anger that I knew was there? Rose to the surface, just a bit, around the edges.

"After all, if you just give up, you'll never get the chance to enjoy revenge."

It took a hot minute or so for your words to kick in. My crying jag was over. I sniffled and crawled out of your lap and out of your embrace. I looked up into your face, mine was an ugly mess. I simply shook my head.

Melissa Schwartz. So she was responsible for this predicament, but I knew better. She wasn’t alone in this. The girl was spoiled rotten and felt entitled. She didn’t think up all of this situation. No, she had help, but who? I couldn’t fathom any of the guys helping her. They were young and full of cum. They were friends, despite the betrayal I saw on that DVD. I wiped my nose on the back of my hand. Who else was involved in this mess?

“Tyler, tell me. Who else was in on this? Melissa wasn’t behind all this. She’s spoiled and thinks she entitled, but she isn’t as intelligent as she thinks she is. Someone else had a hand in all this.”

I wonder if you even know. Surely you can’t think that little sexpot could think up this whole plan. My brain is swirling. I don’t know why I have to know everything, I just do. Maybe, I can’t even begin to make plans if I don’t know who all the players are in this little drama.





Written notes appeared as well as emails, to all people concerned. On the pillow in my dorm was a written note left under my books with just enough of an edge left showing to catch someone’s eye. It simply explained that I was dropping my classes and I would be in touch with my professors. At the bottom was handwritten: Your friend, Faith Greyson. It would be convincing the shadow behind all this was sure. After everything had been settled, someone sat back in their chair with a satisfied smirk on their face.
 
Well this certainly wasn't fun.

I'd love to be enjoying this. The feel of you against me as you crawl up into my lap completely oblivious to what parts of you are touching me, and how some of those parts lack the decency of clothing. But for some very obvious reason, all arousal I had felt towards you before having shown you the damning evidence had faded away. There was nothing fun about seeing someone else make you this miserable. I could think of a thousand ways to make you cry that would feel better than this, for both you and me. The fact that it was Melissa and her prompting of me with that fucking dvd left a rank taste in my mouth. So instead of taking advantage of you in this very vulnerable moment, I kept you wrapped tight in my arms and tried not to pay attention to the moisture of your tears that was soaking into my shirt. I even risked reaching up to softly run my fingers through your soft hair, gently massaging your scalp until you pulled away.

You looked a glorious mess, that was for sure. Worse than when I'd had my way with you the night before, and strangely without any of the rage or anger. I jolted slightly at the sound of your voice as you did your best to wipe your tears away, leaving nothing behind but the swollen redness of your eyes.

“Tyler, tell me. Who else was in on this? Melissa wasn’t behind all this. She’s spoiled and thinks she entitled, but she isn’t as intelligent as she thinks she is. Someone else had a hand in all this.”

"I think you're selling her a little short, Faith. That woman is a nasty piece of work and she's used to getting what she wants. For someone you think is entitled and spoiled, she seems pretty good at knowing how to get what she desires without people's help. But you're right, she did have help this time. After all, those weren't your "friends" that packed you into that box, that's for sure. I doubt they would have had the patience or the know how. I also don't think they'd have bothered without at least one of them sampling you for themselves."

I kept my voice low and soothing. Though you pulled away enough to look up at me, you had yet to disentangle yourself from me, and I certainly wasn't in a rush for that to happen. Despite my best efforts, just the scent of the shampoo you chose this morning was enough to reawaken my male instincts. The fact that you had nothing on below the waist didn't hurt.

Day of rest, Tyler. Day of rest. You both need it. God, I wanna fuck her again so badly right now though.

"First off, she's hot, and she knows it. I doubt she needed anything other than her body to get Ben on board with all this, especially when she was ready and willing to go and you're....well you weren't. Trust me as someone who has seen that pussy firsthand. Oh, and by the way, I threw her out of my house. I've been with women like that before and the only thing I get is a night of pleasure and a whole lot of misery afterwards."

I can feel you stiffen slightly at the mention that I'd seen Melissa in whatever state of dress you imagine where I'm catching a glimpse of her like my words conveyed.

"Where things get complicated is that you're absolutely right when you say that she's spoiled. I suspect it's her father who set all this up, and he's a big shot in this town. I'm not sure if he's actually spoiling her, or if he's just giving her what she needs to stay the fuck out of his way and not be an annoyance. Honestly, it could go either way. I don't know the man well, I just met him for the first time last night before I came home."

For a moment, my eyes narrow slightly as I let you take all this in. The arms around you tighten as I desire your attention for a brief second.

"He's the one who told me that my neighbor has secretly been hiding the fact that he has a spare key to my house. He also mentioned that he'd left a "present" for me in the basement. I'm pretty sure you can connect the dots from there. Getting a crew of thugs to put you there is something anyone with money can do."

A soft sigh, and I released you of my own volition. I didn't want you to feel like I was entrapping you in this moment of weakness. If it came to that, I'd rather be entrapping you and causing your weakness, but that was for another time in the hopefully not so distant future. Right now, anymore contact and my lust was going to not just be noticed, but keenly felt. I could feel a soft pang of disappointment as you retreated instinctually. I tried to mask it on my face with a stern look instead.

"And don't think of going marching over there, either. He's probably the one watching us right now, and yes, Melissa is probably over there right now too. She was oh, so proud to declare that he was her sugar daddy before she turned around, bent over, and asked if I wanted a piece too. All that aside, Jeremy seems nice, but I'm learning way more about him that I wanted to know. If it was up to him, you'd have been raped in a puddle of your own drool. Or maybe you'd have felt better if you enjoyed the hell out of it like your roommates did, only to not remember anything the next morning? Yeah..."

I turned my head and spat. Right on the damned floor, I could clean it up later, it was my house I didn't care.

"That's right. If you weren't aware, I'll tell you. Those girls were drugged as fuck. Both of them. And that's what he wanted to do to you too. Turn you loose on your video game night amongst all your so called friends and let them run train on you. Sure, you'd be sore in the morning, but it'd just be from an overactive workout, right?"

I might have made that last part up or embellished just a little. But it wasn't far from the truth that drugs had been an option Jeremy had offered to me. That and Melissa's thought that she could just get someone else to do the job if I had proven not up to the task.....

I was just helping to drive the wedge between you and your friends a little deeper.
 
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"Where things get complicated is that you're absolutely right when you say that she's spoiled. I suspect it's her father who set all this up, and he's a big shot in this town. I'm not sure if he's actually spoiling her, or if he's just giving her what she needs to stay the fuck out of his way and not be an annoyance. Honestly, it could go either way. I don't know the man well, I just met him for the first time last night before I came home."

Melissa’s father? Now that was something I wasn’t expecting. Although… given the competitive nature of the gymnastics scene, that shouldn’t surprise me.

"And don't think of going marching over there, either. He's probably the one watching us right now, and yes, Melissa is probably over there right now too. She was oh, so proud to declare that he was her sugar daddy before she turned around, bent over, and asked if I wanted a piece too. All that aside, Jeremy seems nice, but I'm learning way more about him that I wanted to know. If it was up to him, you'd have been raped in a puddle of your own drool. Or maybe you'd have felt better if you enjoyed the hell out of it like your roommates did, only to not remember anything the next morning? Yeah..."

I had to snort.

“Like you are going to let me go marching anywhere. You might think you’re saving me, Tyler, but you're just as bad, just in a different sort of way.”

Melissa bending over and asking Tyler if he wanted a piece of her too, didn’t surprise me either. The way she acted on campus or anywhere else she went. She thought she was hot stuff and maybe she wasn’t wrong. The girl had a bod and she flaunted it and used it, every chance she got. I knew Melissa came from money. She acted like it. I couldn’t even summon up an ounce of pity for her upbringing though.

What I just said to Tyler was true. He might have saved me from the likes of Melissa or Jeremy, but that didn’t excuse what he did to me. The more I thought about his words, the more upset I became. How dare that little bitch drug my roommates? I truly don’t give a damn what her motives were. They were “guilty” by association… with me. I prayed they were alright though.

My body gave a little shudder and I suddenly stood up and marched toward the bathroom. I felt the need for another shower as if I could just let the water wash away this sordid mess. I knew it couldn’t do that but it would give me some time to think. I didn’t even care of you were following me.

In the bathroom, I turned on the water and flipped the handle so the shower came spraying out. Closing the door, I lifted your tee shirt off my body and tossed it to the floor uncaring for the moment. Opening the shower door again I stepped inside, closing it behind me and turned my face up to the spray, just letting the water flow over me. It felt good. Really good, but it couldn’t stop my thoughts from filling my mind. What a fucking mess. I’m a prisoner of Tyler’s because obviously, for whatever reason, he is obsessed with me. Melissa, the bitch and probably her father as well, ultimately handed me over to Tyler. She made sure my roommates had been drugged and then turned them over to a roomful of horny guys. My fist met with the cold tile of the shower. I felt useless and abandoned. My forehead met with the cold tile, right alongside my fist. The heated water sliding down my back tried its best to soothe the turmoil bubbling inside me. It was helping. A little. There was some other part of me that wanted to sink to the shower floor and curl up in a little ball, crying. Then there was this small spark of anger deep down inside of me that was just waiting for something to fan it into this blazing fire of glory. Yeah. That might not happen. Probably not. Inhale. Exhale. A breathing exercise I did before a gym meet. Between the water and the breathing, I could feel the tension easing between my shoulder blades. The rest of me? Not so much.

Then, that little thought just had to trickle in. Like this little light in the vast void of darkness I was floating in. How Tyler’s arms felt as he held me while I cried. How warm and comforting his chest felt against my face. He could have taken advantage of the situation, but he didn’t. Maybe he did care, in his own strange fashion. Trying to force my mind to think of the long game or even three steps ahead of Tyler. Maybe… I could use his feelings against him somehow. The sigh came out of nowhere. I couldn’t do that to him. It would make me no better than Melissa and I certainly wasn’t like her. My thoughts continued to swirl like a drowning whirlpool. Answers. I needed answers and at the moment? I had none.
 
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