Chapter 5

Day 17

“That’s it bitch, move your ass! God Damn, you don’t know how to suck a dick but you sure as shit can ride one! Getty up cowgirl!” He demanded, slapping the side of Taylor’s ass.

Taylor didn’t answer.

In fact, Taylor barely registered His voice at all.

At that moment, Taylor was entirely focused on the waves of pleasure that were shooting up from her crotch.

After they had had sex the first time, Taylor spent the entire night rubbing furiously on her clit, attempting to bring herself to the type of orgasm that He had given her.

It didn’t work.

Nothing worked.

In a last ditched effort, Taylor had even pushed one of her slender fingers halfway into her anus. That had given her a sharp stab of pain which triggered a tasty orgasm, but it still wasn’t the same.

He had not come to visit her for 2 days and by the second, Taylor thought she would burst. She was naked and waiting for Him when He opened the door and didn’t ask for anything.

For the first time, she begged for it.

Begged for his cock.

Begged to sit on it.

Begged to be bent over and fucked.

Begged for the belt around her neck.

She was particularly ashamed of that. With all of the work that she had done with abused women, the idea of being choked during sex was extremely degrading.

But, she couldn’t hide the fact that as her vision grew dim from the loss of blood and oxygen, the power of her orgasm increased tenfold.

Taylor couldn’t hear his teasing. Didn’t register the names he called her.

All that mattered was his cock, as deep in her pussy as she could get it.

As often as she could get it.

As hard as she could get it.

For as long as she could get it.

“Here it comes bitch! Get ready!” He called out, his cock twitching. This signaled His impending orgasm which meant that sex was almost over and Taylor wasn’t quite there.

“Choke me. Please!” Taylor screamed, loud enough that He stopped in shock.

“Damn!” He exclaimed.

Taylor reached down and grabbed His wrists, then placed them on her neck.

“Please! Please! Choke me!” Taylor cried, pushing His hands together around her flesh.

He didn’t need to be asked twice. Taylor sucked in a breath as His hands closed around her neck and began to compress it. She began to swim in the sensation of her consciousness being taken away and slowly ran her hands up and down her body, savoring the pin pricks on her flesh. As the lights began to go dark, she moved her hands up to her small breasts and cupped them, then grabbed her nipples between her fingers and pulled them outwards and upwards firmly.

“Yes ... Yess...” She hissed as the wellspring began to build up in her loins.

“Freaky bitch.” He commented as he doubled down on His grip.

Taylor twisted her nipples around in her fingers and her body began to shake.

“Yes!! Yes!! Yes!!” She gasped.

“FUCK!” He screamed as his cock erupted.

“YES!” Taylor’s body violently expelled the air from her lungs as her pussy juices flowed over his cock like a river.

Day 18

Madison hugged her knees up against her nude body. He had taken away all of her clothes and even her thin blanket. She’d not seen Him in days.

No water. No food.

No Tori.

Madison’s heart began to break at the thought of what they might be doing to her.

That she may never see her again.

That she may never see ANYONE again.

Hope was running thin.

Hope.

Such a funny word.

Madison had hoped that by playing the slutty sex kitten she could earn good graces and eventually a way home. It had worked for a time. But now, she didn’t know what she could do to get out of this mess.

Hope.

Hope is a four letter word.

Just as Hope was about to run out, the Door opened.

Madison jumped up as quickly as her weakened body would allow her too. She was prepared for the worst.

She had no idea.

He walked in with the Chair and set it down in its place on the floor in front of the mattress.

Madison watched as He sat down, staring at her.

She relaxed slightly and He pointed to the mattress.

“Sit.” He said firmly in a voice that was not to be argued with.

Madison slowly sat on the mattress and stared at Him.

Several minutes went by and Madison could feel herself begin to panic.

“Have I hurt you?” He asked.

“What?” She replied.

“Have I hurt you? I mean, other than a deep dicking. Have I struck you, slapped you?” He asked.

Madison shook her head no.

“Have I been mean to you in any way?”

“Other than locking me in a cell?” Madison shot back.

“Watch your fucking mouth and answer the fucking question.” He replied angrily.

“No, you haven’t hurt me.”

“And haven’t I give you water? Food? Clothes?” He asked.

“Yes.” She replied in a small voice.

“And your sister.” He asked.

Madison turned to look at him.

“Is she OK?” She asked frantically.

“She’s fine. I’ve been busy with other things lately, but she’s fine. For now.”

The last statement made Madison’s blood run cold.

“The point that I’m trying to make is that I thought we were friends. I thought that we could be partners. Then you had to go and try to run away. That hurts my feelings.” He continued, grinning at her.

“What are you going to do to me?” Madison asked.

“Not a damn thing. I’m not going to touch you. I just want you to know how much you hurt my feelings.” He replied.

“Really?” She asked incredulously.

“Yup. In fact, I’m going to take you to see your sister. Would you like to?” He asked.

“Yes please! Please!” Madison exclaimed, jumping up.

“Come on then, let’s go see what Tori is up to.” He replied, holding out His hand.

Madison reached out and took it and He led her into the hallway. She shuddered a little at the endless row of cell doors, but tried to keep calm as they walked a few feet down the hall and into a Door.

“Oh dear God, no!” Madison gasped, clamping her free hand over her mouth.